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lanadelnegan · 8 months

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Cardiac Arrest

Denny Duquette x Female Reader

Summary: Your favorite patient Denny gets special treatment.

Warnings: no sadness, just smut. denny being denny, flirting, handjob, p in v, breeding, riding denny in his hospital bed

Note: I am going through an extremely obsessive denny phase right now. I'm sad and horny - send help.

"There's my favorite doctor." Denny grins as you enter his room. You smirk at him before routinely shutting the blinds, leaving the view of only the small rectangular window on the door for other's to see inside.

"I'd say you're my favorite patient, but that would be very unprofessional." You scan over his chart as his eyes burn into you, making your cheeks blush.

"Well, we can't have that.. Can't risk you getting fired and never seeing my pretty face again." He grins from ear to ear as you roll your eyes playfully, setting the clipboard down and sauntering over to his bedside. His hand reaches out lazily and you take it in yours without hesitation.

"Do you play scrabble with your other patients?" He asks.

"No... can't say I have."

"Held hands romantically with any other patients?"

You smile, dropping your gaze down to your fingers intertwined with his. "Who says this is romantic?"

"Me." Denny chuckles, bringing your hand to his chest and holding it there with his. Your own heart flutters at the small gesture as you feel his weak heart beating beneath his chest. You wish so badly that you could just snap your fingers and make him okay.

"Kissed any other patients?"

Your brows scrunch at him. "I've never kissed you, Denny." Your eyes drop to his mouth for a slight second before trailing back up to his chocolate eyes.

"Do you want to?" His voice turns low and raspy during this question, making your cheeks burn and your heart pound.

"Denny, I - I can't. I don't kiss my patients." You whisper, glancing at the door behind you.

Seriousness replaces the playfulness in his features as he speaks even lower. "Not even your favorite ones?"

His thumb rubs your hand gently as he looks up at you. You let your gaze drop to his mouth again, admiring his full pink lips and imagining what they would feel like against yours.

"Y/n..." He whispers softly.

Before he can finish, you bring your hand up to rest against his stubble covered cheek and lean down to press your lips to his.

You kiss him slowly, bringing his puffy bottom lip between yours and sucking it gently, savoring the taste of him. His hands reach up, one cupping your cheek while the other gently pushes on the back of your lower neck, urging your closer and deepening the kiss. Both of your mouths part before your tongues explore each other's mouths and you can't help when a soft moan escapes your throat.

After what feels like an eternity of kissing, you finally rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes.

"You're going to get through this. You have to. For me. For us.. Promise me, Denny."

"I promise." He whispers.

You kiss him again, harder this time, letting your hand trail down from his neck to his stomach. You grip his gown, frustrated that it's in your way.

The door creaks open quickly, making you jerk away from Denny and lock eyes with Dr. Burke.

Burke clears his throat, standing by the door with a face full of disappointment. "Y/n, I'm gonna do you a huge favor and pretend I didn't just see you kissing our patient."

"Easyyy, doc." Denny intervenes. "Dr. y/l/n here was just saving my life. It's called mouth to mouth." He winks at you, his signature grin spreading across his handsome face as you bite back your smile.

"Y/n, your shift was over 40 minutes ago. Why don't you call it a day?" Burke says, ignoring Denny.

"I'm, um. I'm gonna stay here tonight, make sure he's okay." It's not a lie.. Denny had surgery the day before, and you've been checking on him more frequently the past 24 hours.

"That's what we have night staff for. Go. Home." Burke demands and Denny nods his head at you, silently telling you it's okay.

"Fine." You look down at Denny, telling him goodbye with your eyes since you're unable to say goodbye with your lips.

You stand next to Burke on your way out. "If anything happens, I wanted to be notified immediately." You warn.

Midnight:

You lay wide awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling and all you can think about is Denny. Your heart hurts knowing he's there alone. No family, no friends.

What if he's bored?

What if he misses you?

What if.. what if something bad happens and you're not there?

"Fuck this." You jump out of bed, changing back into some clean scrubs and throwing your hair up in a ponytail.

You sneak through the hallway, careful not to wake your roommates as you leave.

When you finally arrive at the hospital, you choose the side entrance, scanning your badge and confidently walking in. You avoid eye contact as you walk past the nurses station and into Denny's room.

By some miracle, you made it without anyone questioning you, so you quietly shut the door behind you as you enter the room.

Denny sleeps soundly as you make your way over to his bedside. The only lights in the room are the ones coming from his machines since the blinds are still closed from earlier.

You pull a chair up next to him, carefully letting the bed side railing down to allow you to lean in closer next to him. You rest your head on his stomach, holding him in your arms.

Surprisingly he doesn't move, so you lay there enjoying the moment, feeling his chest rise slowly as he breathes until something twitches beneath his blanket directly in front of your face.

His body feels hot, so you lift your head off of him, leaning back up and pulling his blanket from his waist.

Your mouth drops open slightly at the outline of his fully erect cock. You can tell its long and thick and you can't tear your eyes away, imagining what it looks like beneath his gown.

"Like what you see?" Denny says sleepily, making you snap your eyes towards his and blush that you just got caught staring.

"Uh, I - I didn't see anything."

He chuckles. "But you want to."

His knees suddenly lift slightly until his feet are resting flat against the bed, blocking the view from the door window to his mid section.

"Denny.." You warn hesitantly, knowing this is wrong.

"If you don't wanna see it, now is the time to look away." He gives you one warning before moving his gown over his cock, revealing himself completely. You can't take your eyes off it, even if you wanted to.

Your mouth drops slightly open as you watch his hand wrap around it and stroke slowly up and down. "Y/n.." He moans your name softly as he watches you watch him.

"Denny, we can't.. we can't do this here."

"Then leave, baby. Cause I need to cum. Been stuck in this damn hospital for too long."

He continues stroking himself, tightening his jaw as his head leans back into his pillow.

Your cunt aches between your legs at the sight of him pleasuring himself and you bite down on your bottom lip hard as you give in, reaching for his dick and replacing his hand with yours. You squeeze him lightly before sliding your hand up and down his thick length.

"Denny.." You whisper as you watch the precum leak from his tip. "I need you.."

"Baby, trust me.. If I were anywhere but this damn bed, I would bend you over and give you the fuckin' of a lifetime."

A shadow skims across the room as you notice someone walk by the door. You take the extra sheet at the end of his bed, and shove it in the crack of the door, letting it hang over the window.

"Is that even allowed?" Denny asks.

"No... but neither is this..." You say as you slip your pants and underwear down your leg.

"Y/n.. baby. I don't want you gettin' in trouble cause of me."

"I don't even care anymore, Denny. I need you."

You climb over him, settling your knees on each side of him until your exposed center is hovering directly above his dick.

"Tryna send me into cardiac arrest?" He smirks up at you, gliding his hands up the sides of our legs and to your hips.

"Good thing there's a doctor here." You lean down, kissing him as you bring the blanket with you, trying to cover as much of yourself as possible - not that it matters, because if anyone walked in right now, you'd be fucked. And not in the way you're trying to be.

You kiss each other desperately as soft moans fill the dark room. He reaches for his cock, lining himself up to your entrance and you immediately slide down completely on him, taking every inch while still kissing him hard. He groans into your mouth as his hands simultaneously squeeze your ass and you ride him slow and gently, not wanting to put too much pressure on him.

"Fuck. You can go faster, baby. My heart might be weak but my dick isn't." He grins as you go slightly faster and grind into him just right, making his tip press into your g-spot over and over.

You study his face as you ride him, noticing the way his eyelids get heavy when he's turned on and how his pretty lips part slightly.

"You feel so damn good, y/n." He breathes out. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined this."

"Probably just as many as I have" You whisper, your breathing unsteady like his.

He brings his hand around again, finding your clit and rubbing it like a pro, making you cry out until his lips crash against yours to suppress your sounds.

His finger, cock, and raspy voice work in unison to send you over the edge and you cum embarrassingly hard, feeling warm liquid rush out of you.

The sounds of the monitors connected to him beep faster as his breathing grows more rapid.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum." He whines out, giving you a chance to get off of him, but you refuse, keeping yourself in place so his load shoots deep inside of you.

He tenses beneath you, holding your hips down and pressing you completely against him as he comes undone, pushing his head further back into pillow.

A soft moan escapes his lips each time his dick twitches inside of you and it makes your pussy flutter, squeezing your muscles around him tightly.

He attempts to control his breathing as the monitor beeps at full speed. "I fuckin' love you."

You can't help the smile that spreads across your face as you kiss him again. "I love you, Denny. Now calm down, before you overdo it."

"Yes ma'am."

You carefully climb off of him and slip your pants back on while noticing the wet spot on the sheets below him.

"Sorry.." You blush as he notices the spot too. "Let me grab you some new sheets and I'll get them changed for you."

He grabs your wrist, pulling you back in the bed. "Don't.. you dare."

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lopeirce · 5 months

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@lgbtqcreators creator bingo: lyrics -> Grey's Anatomy (Seattle Grace Mercy Death) + How To Save A Life

#grey's anatomy #greys anatomy #greys #ga #userlgbtq #meredith grey #derek shepherd #mark sloan #lexie grey #george o'malley #denny duquette #izzie stevens #merder #shondaland #mine #gifs #*

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londoncapsule · 2 months

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as DENNY DUQUETTE Grey's Anatomy S03E16 "Drowning on Dry Land"

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emilylprentiss · 4 months

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What happened in that water? I swam. I fought! No, you didn't. You can't stay here, Meredith.

Grey's Anatomy 3.17 – "Some Kind of Miracle"

#grey's anatomy #greys anatomy #greysanatomyedit #meredith grey #ellen pompeo #tvedit #greys gifs #denny duquette's ghost watching me make this: 🎵BUT YOU DIDNT HAVE TO CUUUUT MEEE OFFFF-#*mine

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GREY'S ANATOMY OUT OF CONTEXT (II)

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forbescaroline · 1 year

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FORBESCAROLINE'S 9K CELEBRATION TOP 20 GREY'S ANATOMY SHIPS (as voted by my followers) #9. Izzie Stevens and Denny Duquette What I choose is you. You're who I want to wake up with and go to bed with. And do everything in between with.

#izzie x denny #greysedit #greysanatomysource #greysanatomydaily #izzie stevens #denny duquette #grey's anatomy #**#9kcelebration #mine: grey's anatomy #mine: izzie and denny

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as Denny Duquette Grey’s Anatomy: S02E23 - Blues for Sister Someone

The thing is, I was healthy my whole life until I wasn’t. And for the last year I’ve had a lot of time to lay around in bed and think about my life. And the things I remember best? Well, those are the things that I was supposed to do and I did them anyway. So the thing is Meredith, life is too damn short to be following these rules.

#Jeffrey Dean Morgan #grey's anatomy #Denny Duquette #greysedit #tvedit #tvandfilm #filmtv #userstream #cinemapix #cinematv #usertelevision #tvfilmsource #gifs #dailymenedit #GA S02E23

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everlarrk · 1 year

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get to know me meme - 10 favourite TV shows

1/10 - Greys Anatomy | s2 ep25 "17 Seconds"

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babyjapril · 9 months

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Grey's Anatomy + text posts

#greysedit #gaedit #grey's anatomy #cristina yang #meredith grey #lexie grey #richard webber #mark sloan #jackson avery #izzie stevens #denny duquette #april kepner #userlolo #mine #i'd make more but i forgor how to find text posts again :///////#blood tw

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braxlrose · 9 months

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me after this perfect man,

died on Grey's Anatomy:

#ik this isnt a tokio hotel post but ive just finished season 2 and i wanna kms #i love denny so much #im gonna kms #denny duquette #jdm #jeffery dean morgan #i put a tokio hotel meme so i could put in tokio hotel tags #tokio hotel #tom memes #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz memes #tokio hotel memes #greys anatomy #tom kaulitz tokio hotel #tokio hotel tom kaulitz

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d4yl1ghts · 16 days

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i’m the one with an irregular heartbeat

denny duquette x grey, pregnant, fem!reader

summary: you worry about the effects of carrying a patient’s baby but denny reassures you

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of abortion

You forced the eggs that your sister, Meredith, had cooked down your throat. She wasn’t the best cook. You sighed to yourself, you’d found yourself feeling nauseous lately.

Suddenly you felt your eggs coming back up and ran to the closest bathroom. Meredith heard you sprint out and hastily followed you. “You okay?”, she asked as she held your hair back whilst you retched over the toilet. “Yeah. It’s probably just food poisoning from those eggs.”, you joked. Meredith glared at you. “I am not a bad cook!”, she defended. “Then why am I throwing up after I ate them?”, you questioned teasingly. “I don’t know, there could be many causes for that. You should know that as a doctor, Y/N.”, she said as she glanced at you. “Like pregnancy, for example.”, she added as she watched you scrunch your eyebrows.

“Please… as if I’m pregnant.”, you chuckled quietly to yourself. Meredith just gave you a pointed look. “Have you had sex recently?”, she asked. “Right, whatever, I have to go to work.”, you ignored her questioning and rolled your eyes. She walked after you. “I’ll take you.”, she offered. You knew she was going to use this as a chance to find out more information but you didn’t mind having a ride and so you accepted.

As Meredith finally parked the car, you picked up your pace to avoid more of her annoying questions that she had been asking you on the way here. Bailey had assigned you to rounds yet your current priority was finding the pregnancy tests.

You gently closed the door behind you as you entered a supply closet. You glanced around the shelves, hoping for some indication of where one could be. There had to be some in a hospital surely. You were rifling through all the boxes you could find when you heard someone open the door.

“Oh, um, hey Y/N.”, Alex mumbled. “Oh, hi.”, you replied awkwardly. “Why are you in here? Aren’t you meant to be doing rounds?”, Alex asked as he rustled around the boxes. “Yeah. I’m just here… what are you doing here?”, you decided to redirect the conversation. “I’m looking for some supplies for a patient. So, what are you actually looking for because there’s a bunch of boxes all over the place in here?”, he questioned as he looked around the messy closet. “Okay, fine. I’m looking for a pregnancy test. Do you know where I can find one? Also, please don’t tell anyone!”, you said in one breath.

“Oh.”, Alex muttered. “Yeah, I don’t think they’re in here. Do you want me to go and fetch you one? Then they won’t know who it’s for.”, he kindly responded. “That would be amazing. Thank you, Alex.”, you smiled at him softly.

Five minutes later, Alex returned with three pregnancy tests. “Thank you so much!”, you hugged him. “How can I repay you?”, you asked. “Do all my charts for the next two weeks.”, he stated as he smirked at you. “Fine.”, you rolled your eyes with annoyance. “You can’t tell anyone about this though.”, you added. “I promise I won’t.”, he said genuinely.

“Do you want me to like wait with you whilst you do it or-“, he asked quietly as he walked to the bathroom with you. “If that’s okay with you. You have work to do, do you not though?”, you reciprocated. “Yeah but it’s not much. Everyone else is busy doing important things and you look like you need someone to be here with you.”, he replied honestly and sweetly. Alex had a soft spot for you. He was like a brother that you never had. He acted like he was hard-core but really he was a teddy bear beneath the disguise.

You quickly went into the toilet stall and took all of the tests and you had snuck them back out into the supply closet as you wanted Alex to look at it for you but he couldn’t really go into the toilets or do it in the middle of the corridor. “The timer is up.”, Alex said to you. “Can you look?”, you quietly spoke. “Sure.”

Alex rapidly flipped them all over and you could faintly see the plus sign on them all. “Shit.”, you muttered to yourself. You abruptly broke down into tears and Alex pulled you into him. “You’ll be okay.”, he said into your hair. His pager went off. “911.”, he said out loud. “Sorry, Y/N. They need me in the pit. Will you be okay up here?”, he glanced at you with concern. “Yeah, go.”, you said and he looked at you sadly before going.

You knew that Denny Duquette was the father. You hadn’t slept with anyone else recently. You couldn’t believe this. Ellis Grey’s daughter was pregnant with a patient’s baby. You wandered up to Denny’s room, you couldn’t keep this a secret, you’d die from guilt. As you made your way up in the elevator, Meredith just so happened to walk in. “How are you? I haven’t seen you since this morning.”, she asked. “I’m fine.”, you replied as you avoided eye contact. She sighed as she looked at you. You finally looked her in the eyes. “I’m pregnant.”, you said as tears blurred your vision.

Fortunately, it was only the two of you in the elevator. She took you into her arms carefully. You and Mer had always been especially close due to your little age gap. Now you were full on sobbing as you glanced at her regretfully. “The father is a patient, Mer!”, you whispered angrily. She stared at you. “Who?”, she asked cautiously. “Denny.”, you simply stated. “This is so bad, Mer. Imagine what people will say when they find out that Ellis Grey’s daughter is pregnant with a patient’s child.”, you added as more tears streamed down your cheeks.

“It will be okay, Y/N. You don’t have to keep it nor do you have to make that choice now.”, she calmed you as she held you in her arms. “I do think you should tell Denny though. He deserves to know. I’m sure he’ll be happy.”, she stated. You huffed as the elevator came to a halt at the level Denny was staying at. “See you.”, you said as you sniffled lightly. She gently smiled at you.

You purposely walked slower than usual to save yourself some time to think of how to announce this. You were shocked, you and Denny had only had sex once. Before long, you had arrived outside of his room. He saw you and waved you in and smirked at you charmingly as he pulled you closer to him. He noticed your nervousness as you okayed with your fingers. “What’s wrong, baby?”, he questioned as he took your hands and pulled you against his chest where he could feel your pounding heart. “You know that I’m the one with an irregular heartbeat, right?”, he said playfully, hoping to calm you down. You closed the blinds and the door. “Denny… I’m pregnant.”, you blurted out.

“Really?”, he asked excitedly. “Yeah.”, you answered. “Is that a good or bad thing?”, he looked at you tenderly. “I’m not sure yet.”, you said. “Okay.”, he replied. “I don’t mind what you choose, Y/N. You can keep it or not. I don’t mind as long as I have you.”, he smiled cheekily at you as he kissed your lips lovingly.

#denny duquette #denny duquette x reader #greys anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #greys abc #fem!reader

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lanadelnegan · 8 months

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One Night Stand

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Request from anon: Can you do 2000s!Jeffery Dean Morgan x actress!reader who works on Grey's anatomy w/ him (she plays Izzie instead of Katherine Heigl) but she doesnt know it yet? Like they meet at a bar and end up flirting and having sex in his hotel and she stays the night and then in the morning she's like getting dressed and says "I have to go to work blah blah blah" and he's like "me too" and then a time skip to when she's on set and Jeffery is going around meeting people and she's just standing there in total shock?

Warnings: smut, NSFW, 18+, vaginal sex, single middle-aged JDM, semi-public oral sex (female receiving), this is HAWT - trust me.

"You look like shit." A deep voice chuckles from beside me.

I snap my eyes towards the asshole, almost choking on my drink in the process. Not sure if it's from his rudeness or his hotness, but I cough and play it off. "Excuse me?"

He laughs before ordering himself a drink. "Oh, and another for the lady here. Looks like she could use it."

My mouth drops open as he just.. grins at me. Who the hell does he think he is.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I ask annoyed.

"Not yet.. do you want to?" His wide grin stretches across his face, revealing his pearly white teeth. I study his face in the neon bar lights, noticing the shades of green swimming throughout his light brown orbs. This man is stunning.

I chug the drink he orders me seconds after the bartender sets it down. "Not really, but thanks for the drink."

He nods and sips his own drink, raising one of his thick brows at me. "Bad day?"

I sigh, trying to relax a little and accept his small talk. "Just tired."

"Then why are you here? There are beds upstairs, ya know?"

I glare at him. "I'm tired.. of other people. Tired of faking conversations I don't care to have."

He raises both of his brows this time and appears to look surprised by my forwardness. "Well excuse me darlin'. I'll shut the hell up then." He goes back to sipping his whiskey.

Out of all the things he's said so far, it's that sentence that finally puts a smile on my face. "Bout time." I tease and roll my eyes dramatically.

An awkward silence follows after we both laugh. I look over and his eyes meet mine, right before they slowly trail down to my lips. The playfulness in his features fades into a seductive gaze and fuck.. this is the kind of energy I've needed since I've been in this shitty town.

I've been filming for months now, only getting to visit home on the weekends. This hotel is basically my home and it's taken a toll on me for sure. At least at home I have my cats. Here I just have half empty wine bottles, my vibrator, and candy bars stashed in my nightstand to keep me company. I guess when I put it that way, it doesn't sound so bad.

"Are you staying here?" I blurt before I can stop myself. That was a stupid question. Why else would he be at this hotel's bar.

He blatantly ignores me, pulling out his phone while leaning his elbows against the bar and pretends to scroll.

"Um, okay." My lips clench together awkwardly as I nod my head and look in the other direction. "Good talk."

"Oh, forgive me darlin'. Can I talk now?" His veiny hand rests against his heart as he sarcastically grins at me. What a fucking smart ass.

"You know what, no. You can't. Never mind." I get up to leave, hoping he stops me.. and he does.

He turns in his bar stool and blocks me with his thigh as I try to walk past him. "What the hell are you doing?" I snap, walking around his leg. I don't realize he's behind me until I step on the elevator and turn around. I gasp a little, looking up at him. His face is serious now.. all the playfulness from earlier gone.

He backs away and leans against the wall of the elevator. The door is closed but I haven't even pressed the button to my floor yet. He crosses his arms and nods towards the buttons, urging me to press one.

"I'm not taking you to my room." I cross my arms, mimicking him.

"Okay, but I'm walking you there."

The seriousness on his face tells me I'm not going to win this one, so I hesitantly press the number 6 and the elevator starts to ascend as we stare at each other the entire way up.

When the door finally slides open, I start to leave but he gently grabs my wrist, turning me back around. Before I can fully face him, he leans down pressing his lips against mine softly. As soon as he pulls away, I pull his shirt towards me, silently granting him permission and begging for more. My back slams against the elevator wall as he kisses me hard this time. His large hands cup my face as I moan into his mouth. My hands reach for his back as his body presses firmly against me.

He tastes like whiskey and tobacco and smells like leather and musky cologne. It's euphoric. His lips are full and soft but the stubble hairs surrounding his mouth scratch at my sensitive skin. I let myself imagine what it would feel like between my legs.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he breaks away from our kiss, breathing heavily before dropping to his knees and wasting no time throwing my leg over his shoulder. My mouth gapes open as I look between him and the open elevator doors. Anyone could walk by right now and see us. My skirt bunches around my waist, giving him all the access he needs before slipping his fingers underneath my panties and pulling them to the side. I watch his face disappear between my legs and feel his warm tongue lick a stripe from my already dripping cunt to my clit. He moans from the taste and I moan at him moaning from the taste.

His tongue presses firmly against my clit repeatedly in an up down motion. He pulls back for a moment and without warning, slips his middle finger inside me, bumping it against my g-spot repeatedly while gently finding and sucking my clit again.

"Oh my god." I whisper down at him, feeling the pressure building up in me from his finger and tongue working in unison. He looks up at me like he can sense I'm about to explode, and grins against my pussy proudly. The sight alone sends me over the edge and I cum so hard that I think squirt a little in his mouth. He groans at the taste and buries his tongue deep in my hole like he needs more.

After a few moments of him lapping up all of my juices he can possible get, he stands up, lifting me in his arms in the process until my legs are wrapped around his waist. He smiles at me cockily while his facial hair glistens with my wetness.

He carries me down the hall and I point towards my room. I unlock it with my key card. Once it clicks, he kicks it open the rest of the way and quickly brings me inside, his lips never leaving mine in the process.

He lays me down on the bed but I keep my legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him down on top of me as he works on pulling my panties off with one hand and holding himself up with the other.

I arch my back, helping him slide them off.

Once I'm exposed completely to him, he leans back up, undoing his belt and throwing off his shirt, revealing his sweaty chest. He quickly pulls out his rock hard cock and I lean up on my elbows to get a better view.

His dick is just as pretty as he is.

He strokes it a couple times while he watches me watch him. My eyes grow wider at the sight of his precum leaking from the tip and he smiles down at himself. "Look at that, baby. Already got my dick leaking for you." He glides his thumb over the tip and I watch him in a trance, hoping I'm not visibly drooling.

"You ready for me, doll?" He asks as he leans back over me, bracing himself up with his hand. I nod as he kisses my lips and I still taste myself on his mouth. His hazel eyes look down into mine as he uses his other hand to guide himself towards my entrance. I feel the tip of him circle my opening before he slides in me agonizingly slow. He doesn't stop until his dick is pressing against my cervix almost painfully. I groan and wiggle a little, trying to adjust to him. He slides halfway out before thrusting his hips flush against me again, causing my mouth drops open as he reaches even deeper this time.

"That's a good fucking girl. Taking me so deep." His raspy voice praises me before his lips connect with the sensitive spot under my ear. He bites and licks at me while his stubble tickles me. I reach my hands around to hold onto his back and his thrusts grow steadier and faster. I scratch his back hard enough that I'm sure it's leaving marks, but it encourage him to fuck me harder so I don't stop.

"Mmm, fuck." I moan out. His hips slam into me faster and my face immediately burns with heat. My mouth drops open again but I can't form any sounds because he's completely taken my breath away. He stops kissing my neck to look at me again and smiles arrogantly when he sees my face and what he's doing to me.

"Goddamn, baby. This pussy feels so fucking good." His breathing is rapid and his forehead is sweaty as his grunts and moans fill the room. I can tell he's getting close and I am too. His hand reaches between us and he easily finds my clit like a pro, rubbing circles around it with his thumb and slamming into me so hard that I stars. My pussy clenches around him as I lose control, moaning loudly and arching my back at the overwhelming sensation. I cum around his cock so intensely that a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Oh fuuuck. Fuck." He says, quickly pulling out of me. He buries his head in my neck and groans, and I feel his warm seed squirt all over my lower tummy. He rolls off of me, grabbing some tissues to clean me up. "That pussy is straight from fucking heaven, baby." He chuckles as he wipes his cum from my stomach.

I get up to go pee and clean myself up and when I come back in the room, he's laying on his back.. asleep. The bedsheets are hanging halfway off, revealing his toned torso and dark chest hair. I watch his chest rise and fall slowly, taking a moment to notice every detail of the absolute sex god in my bed.. the permanent dimples embedded on each side of his mouth, the veins in his arms, the tattoos on his tan skin.

I frown to myself. Too bad this can't go anywhere. I'm way to busy in my career to settle down with someone.

I climb into bed, not bothering to wake him and fall asleep with my legs entangled with his.

The next morning:

"Hey! Wake up, I gotta go!" I yell, throwing a pillow at his face. "Seriously! GET. UP. I'm already late!" I finish tying my shoe as I yell impatiently at him. This isn’t the first time I’ve slept through my alarm and I hate being late.

He lazily rubs opens his eyes open before looking at me with that smirk. “Well good morning to you too, sunshine.”

I jerk the covers off him, noticing his erect cock standing against his flat stomach. My eyes cling to the sight of it and he bites his lip and raises his eyebrows suggestively at me as I stare at him.

“As much as I’d love to sit on that right now, I Have to go. Look, just see yourself out okay? Take a shower, whatever you need to do. Just make sure the door locks when you leave.” I grab my keys and my purse and head for the door before turning around again. “You’re not... some creep are you?”

He looks at me amused. “You’re asking me that after we already slept together?”

I stare at him and rolls his eyes, sighing when I don't answer him. “Does going through your panty drawer count?” He bites his lower lip teasingly.

“Yes! That counts!”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Guess I’m a creep then.” He winks at me and I glare at him as I turn around to leave once again.

“See ya later, y/n!” He yells.

I ignore him, still pressed for time and leave him to my room as I rush to the elevator. Poor guy thinks he’ll see me again. I should’ve told him I wasn’t interested in anything other than his dick.

The doors shut before me as the elevator descends.

Oh shit.

My eyes widen with realization.

“He said my name.” I whisper to myself.

I - I didn’t tell him my name. Oh my god, what if he is some creep that’s been stalking me. That would explain the weird interaction at the bar. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a fan try to stalk me. Sucks being famous sometimes. I breathe, calming myself down. Maybe.. I told him and forgot? I was tipsy last night. I could have said it. I tell myself to soothe my nerves. I think about what he could steal in my room and mentally punch myself for not kicking him out.

What if he eats all the candy bars in my nightstand. My eyes widen at the thought. That bastard.. he would.

I overthink the entire way to work, but finally relax when I get on set with my coworkers. Ellen and I have grown close over the years. She’s like the big sister I never had.

I sip my Starbucks and change into my pretend light blue scrubs while spilling the beans to her about last night. She leans forward on couch in our dressing room, fully invested in my story.

“Was he.. ya know?” She asks curiously.

“Big?” I blush and giggle with her. “Let’s just say.. it was soo thick. He was probably a good 8 inches in length too but the thickness was simply… chefs kiss."

I make the motion with my hand as we laugh together, fully dressed now and sitting in front of the mirror getting our light makeup done. Our stylists are used to our juicy gossip. They’ve learned to tune us out by now.

I grab my iced latte and Ellen and I leave the dressing room, going into the set where all our other costars and directors are. This is definitely the biggest acting job I’ve ever landed. So many of us are on set at one time.. at least 30 of us are spread throughout this room. Ellen and I stand back, waiting for the cameras to get set up. I scan over my script even though I’ve studied it a thousand times and can recite it in my sleep.

“Oooh, todays the day I get to meet my new looove interest. Denny Duquette.” I say to Ellen, putting emphasis on his name.

“I heard the guy they chose to play him is insanely hot.” Ellen winks at me playfully.

I scoff, eyes still scanning over my lines. “Can’t be as hot as my one night stand. I mean seriously... I can’t get his face outta my head. Or his dick.”

The room grows quiet and I snap my eyes up, worried everyone heard me. When I realize they aren’t looking at me, but past me, I turn my head around and the sight almost knocks the wind out of me. Mr. one night stand himself ... No fucking way.. He definitely heard everything we just said and I internally cringe at myself.

“Y’n, meet Jeffrey.. or Denny.. I should say.” Our director next to him introduces us. My coffee slips from my hand and splashes all over the floor in between us. Jeffrey - I guess that's his name - drops to the floor on one knee before I can reach down to grab my empty cup. He lingers down there longer than he should, looking up at me with the same smirk he had last night in the elevator when my leg was draped over his shoulder. I try my best to hide the weakness in my legs and redness in my cheeks at the sight of him below me.

"Lovely to meet you." He says, standing back up with my cup in his hand. He nods his head towards Ellen, politely greeting her as well.

"Thanks." I reach for the cup and my fingers brush his lightly as I take it from him.

He stands proudly, looking down at me smiling before the director pulls him away to meet the others. As they walk past us, Jeffrey leans down to me, his mouth close to my ear.

"I can still taste you." My eyes widen and his deep whisper sends a chill straight to my aching cunt that he destroyed last night.

He walks away and I'm left standing there.. speechless. Goosebumps appear all over my arms. Before I'm done processing, Ellen leans in, "That was him... wasn't it?"

I nod my head, unable to move an inch. The producers call for Denny and myself to begin the scene and my heart races.

Ellen giggles and whispers from beside me before walking off. "Well... this should be interesting."

The End.

Might make a part 2 because I REALLY enjoyed writing this one. Xoxo

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Sister and Girlfriend

Pairing: Danny Duquette x sister!reader; Danny Duquette x Isobel Izzie Stevens

Summary: you like Izzie and so your brother

A/N: Daisy is a nick name Denny gave his sister; I think I am late(?) to write for Grey's Anatomy but like until 2 weeks ago I wasn't very interested in this show but now? Damn is good, way better than Chicago Med sorry I had to, maybe. Btw this one contains spoilers from the season2 finale and if you are like me that is just now watching it and you are not on season3 please don't read but if you are like everyone else I know, is save for you to read.

Masterlist

You had been with Danny every step of the way, sacrificing your time to get him in and out every hospital in the country and every time it was just the same. Waiting and figting had started to be so tiresome for the both of you and Danny, he started to think that maybe God had other plans for him.

You were reading some tabloid, Danny was getting checked by a nurse when Dr. Bailey came inside the room followed by three interns.

"I hope seeing you here means they finally found you a heart" she said after saying hi to Danny.

"No offence, doctor, but I'm not a big fan of hospitals" he started with his usual stupid smile on. You rolled your eyes and got next to his best.

"She knows Denny. Doctor Bailey"

"Y/N how are you?" you shrugged it, meh as your answer was good enough for Miranda, especially since she had knew the Duquette siblings for a while now. "Okay, what do we know about Mr. Duquette?"

Denny didn't get a chance to the interns to talk that he started flirting with the blonde, you had to admit, she was very nice to look at but in that moment it was not the case to be all flirty and cheesy. You wanted to tell your brother but Miranda spoke for you, thanks Miranda, you noted for yourself.

"Danny Duquette, 36, admitted today for a heart transplant necessitated by a viral cardiomyopathy" Dr. Bailey asked her something, you didn't pay much attention, you knew what that meant, having heard it a couple of other times before it got stuck into your consciousness.

"That his heart is unable to fill and pump blood normally."

"That his heart is unable to fill and pump blood normally." you said under your breath. Denny looked at you for a moment before he was back at the blonde doctor with his stupid flirty smile on. You rolled your eyes once again that day.

It slipped your ears, the name of the doctor that was going to attend your brother, too occupied to lecture Denny in your mind. You wanted to tell him to act more like a proper patient and stop flirting with the doctor.

You saw the group leaving, for a second and that was your moment to talk to Denny about how he had to stop being so bold.

"You are making a mistake" you said. "I'm serious Denny, is a mistake and you should stop it before it gets out of control"

"Deisy come on, is harmless flirtying. Nothing is going to happen... I promise"

"Stick to your words or I'm going to kill you myself" he snorted at your threats as he always had done since he got sick. "I'm going to call mum. Do NOT flirt with your doctor mister, I'll know."

"Yes ma'am." he gave you the salute and tried to get comfortable in his new bed that year. He never noticed but everytime he stopped smiling you saw it. You were there to see how painfull it was for him this situation and you felt like a garbage sister, powerless and in need to do something even just a little.

The fresh air outside the hospital was a little blessing, staing inside the air started to feel saturated and everything felt so heavy: your head, your eyes, your bones and muscles. Everything felt like someone was crashing you under the weight of a giant rock, and knowing you had to call your mum was not making things better.

"Don't answer, please don't pick up th... Mum, hi. We could be better...yes, yes, is just a chek up so don't worry. No, I don't... mum listen is nothing too serious, Dr. Bailey visited him and for now is all doing... Yes, I'll say to Miranda you said hi, but listen... uhm uhm, okay fine just... Nevermind, I'll call you later. I love you, of course I'll tell Denny you love him" she hung up on you, as always. "Guess it would kill her to say I love you back"

"Problems?" a voice spoke behind you making you jump out of your skin. "Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

"Is okay" looking at her you recognised her from back in Denny's room. "you are dr..."

"Stevens, but you can call me Izzie if you like." pause. An embarazing silence feel between the two of you. "how do you know Duquette?" she asked to cut the tension that was growing by the seconds.

"I'm his sister, and about before I am very sorry. He thinks his problems could get him away with flirting with people"

"He does that a lot?" now that you thought about it, no. This was the first time Denny had been this bold with whoever was treating him and this was a surprise to you. "Is not like..."

"No, he actually never did that before. At least not in front of him but I guess I assumed. You had to take a minute recollecting your thoughts, closing your eyes you ran your fingers over them.

"You need some rest"

"No I'm fi... I guess I really do some good rest." but nontheless you didn't moved an inch, you were dying for some hours of good sleep but didn't want to stay away from your brother. "But what if something happens to him and I am not there?" you could feel your eyes starting to water, more and more. "I can rest tomorrow is okay. I need to stay with Denny as much as possible. See you inside Dr. Stevens." Izzie didn't even bother to correct you, it was not that big of a deal, she knew you had more important things to take care of.

It was during the third time that day that Izzie came to check up on Denny that you knew something was wrong, you had noticed Dr. Burke's expression in the hallway when he had called Stevens aoutside, that look on his face meant one thing: no heart available for Denny.

You scoffed and decided to take a walk around the hospital before your back was going to scream at you for how sore it was going to turn if you didn't move a little.

"Where are you going?" he sounded groggy and very weak, weaker than his usual but yet if he was at the hospital that meant it was way more serious than his usual.

"I need to move those babies if I don't want them to tingle for for ever." you joked, he scoffed before coughing. "Do I need to call someone?"

"No is nothing, go stroll around and bring me some decent food, better if is Dr. Stevens" you smiled at him saying you were going to do your best.

Izzie was the one that found you, she was your brother's doctor and she wanted to be the one breaking the news to you but you knew already, how couldn't you when Burke's face said it all?

Looking at her made it even more real, he didn't get the heart. Once again he was ripped off of a chance to start a new life, all over again. You wanted to cry, no, you needed to. It had been years since you let it all out and now you felt the need to do so.

"Here, if you need anything call me, even if it's not Denny related, I'll try my best to asnwer you" she said handing you her business card. You waited, just until she was back inside.

You were holding into the business card as your life depended on it, and you broke down. You started crying getting everyon's attention on you but you didn't care much right now. It really didn't matter what people had to say seeing you like that.

You felt it was yur fault, how was it possible other wise? Just the night before you had called Izzie and joked about how Denny was doing so fine.

"He doesn't want to see me anymore?" she had said laughing at her own words and you had faked being shocked telling your brother what a jackass he was being, not going to see a fine doctor as her? Unbelievable.

And now here he was, in the back of an ambulance while you were once again shaking, filled with anxiety to what was about to happen this time.

You followed the paramedics once on the site, one of them, you couldn't tell who, was shouting Denny's parameters. Some words, you could understand others just flew over your head as if they were nothing.

"YN?" turning around you saw Izzie

"I...we were... he was fine yesterday Izzie, he was cracking jokes and... now... Oh god Izzie please, help him. Please." few times you had begged for something, you didn't like to do that but in that situation you needed her help, you were useless for your brother.

"I'll do my be.." you couldn't handlet it anymore. Your legs started to feel like jelly and your head felt lighter in a second. You could tell you were going to faint. "Shit. Y/N? Y/N can you hear me? Alex come help me" that was the last thing you heard before loosing consciousness.

The bright white lights of the hospital were annoying, they were giving you a big headache that made you grumpy when you were not in the right situation to be that moody and grumpy.

"Where is Denny?" you only cared about your brother and nothing else, you didn't care if you had to regain your strenght or whatever you HAD to be next to Denny as soon as possible before it was too late "HELLO CAN SOMEONE ANSWER ME?"

"Ehy, easy tiger calm down"

"I will when somoene tells me where is my brother." sitting up you had to take a deep breath, your vision got blurry for a second. "So where is Denny Duquette?"

"They are running exams upstairs in..."

"Can you take me there?" the doctor wasn't answering and you were growing impatience by the seconds "you know what? I can go by myslef" leaving the bed was not a good idea, especially when you were trying to recover from fainting. Loosing a little bit of balance you almost fell onto the doctor.

"Okay, wait here." time started to go painfully slow, everything started moving in slow-motion and you felt like throwing up. It was so unfair what was happening but yet you had to see it coming, why on earth did you started to rest on your laurels? Why now? Nothing was different from your usual visits to the ER so why getting cozy now?

You had to get yourself back together, it was no time to show any sign of weakness not when your brother was in critical conditions.

The doctor was back pushing your way a wheelchair and helping you sitting there.

"Your ride is here ma'am"

"Is not time for chit-chatting, move now" you were never rude to people, but right now you didn't had the energies to have civil interactions with people that weren't Dr. Bailey, Burke, Izzie or your brother.

The walking upstairs seemed an infinite journey and the more you were away from Denny the more worried you were. You started to hyperventilate and in a closed space like an elevatore that was not good.

The doctor handed you a sachet, asking you to start breath in there before the situation got any worst. Following his orders you managed to bring your heart beat slowing down and so your breathing. You thanked him and finally you were on the right floor.

"Hi Y/N how are you doing? I've heard you fainted in front of the hospital" Preston was kind enought to ask how you were doing before saying anything about Denny's medical conditions.

"I had better days, how is..." Denny's machine started beeping in an allarming rate, Izzie was already inside when it happened, the doctor that was prior with you rushed inside followed by Bruke, you heard little to nothing about their conversation but you were sure it was a bunch of medical terms you couldn't understand even if you wanted to.

Nurses followed some minutes later working on the defibrillator and some minutes later they were using the paddles on him. First hit, first round of screaming. It wasn't enough, they went with a second shot and Denny was screaming once again, this time louder than before but at least this time his heart started to slow down his frenetic race, you could tell by the sound of the machine.

Wheeling inside the room Denny looked at you confused, why were you in a wheel chair?

"Are you trying to outstage me here? I'm the sick one of the family don't try and steal my spotlight" he joked making you and Izzie laugh a little.

"Nothing too serious, I just fainted when we arrived at the hospital no biggie" he gave you a little snort before going back to check on Izzie. She was working on his chart but still managed to lecture the both of you, saying how one day either one of you were going to give her a heart attack.

"Look at that my two girls stealing my thunder" there he was, back at cracking jokes left and right.

It had been a couple of months since the surgery, you had come to visit Denny at least once every day and thanked Izzie for staying on his side while you couldn't be there. During your visits Denny had talked to you about his scrabble games with the doctor and how he wanted to marry her.

"Dude you can't drop a bomb like this to me as if it was nothing" there was no way he told you like that, like it wasn't some very important decision. "but if you propose I would like to help you with preparations and stuff"

"Stuff? Really?"

"What? Is not like a cared too much to learn the proper terminology, but I am ready to do my best now that I know your plans for the future. Here" you covered him a little bit more, you didn't want him to feel cold, or maybe it was you that was cold. You didn't know, since Denny got sick you lived to make sure he was comfortable always every hour of the day.

Since the LVAD surgery your brother had more good days than bad ones but still on those no days it was very, very bad. He would yell at you and Dr. Stevens about he wanted nothing but just "walk to into the light" to which you and Izzie had tried multiple times to stop making him say nonsenses, but that only made him more angry at the two of you.

"I'm sorry" you had said sitting outside his room when you saw her leaving "he is usually not like that but.... all of this is just too much for him and he is getting tired to fight. I get it, but... I don't know what I would do without him. We made some promises. "

"I can imagine." she sat next to you "do you want to talk about your promises?"

"Nothing any other big brother is supposed to do, you know? Being overprotective, calling me every five minutes to know where I am and with who. He is supposed to scare away my dates, Izzie how can he do that if he is not there?"

"No, don't say that. He will get a new heart and he will recover faster than you can imagine. In no time he would be scaring away your dates while I tell him to chill out" she scoffed at her own words, she find it funny how she pictured herself with him outside the walls of the hospital.

"But we have to be realistic. He might not get a heart and even if he does he might not survive the transplant." silence. "Izzie? Am I a bad sister if I think he won't be able to survive?"

"No, you are not a bad sister"

It was the second time, you were sure you were calling it because it was not possible. It couldn't be. He had to get better, he had to be better becuase he had things to take care of. He had to marry Izzie and you had to help them with preparation and stuff; he had to scare your dates away and protect you; he had to recover and yet he didn't.

He was gone, just like that. He was doing fine and then, in a blink of an eye he was gone. He had walked into the damn white light to never come back.

"You can't do this to me Denny. For fuck sake man, you were supposed to stay by my side." You hoped it was one of his sick prank that he played on you to give you a heart attack and to fuel your trust issues even more. You hoped he was just faking being dead because there was no way the surgery wasn't going to be successful. As fast as Denny left you started crying, you cried like you never did before.

You were sad, angry, tired and a lot more. You couldn't list all the emotions you were feeling but there was a lot going on in your head and body. Izzie was next, crying her soul out angry by the fact that just a couple of hours ago he was proposing and now he was heading to the mourge.

Dr. Torres and Karev had to try and calm.you too down but how can you do that when a sister just lost her brother and a girl her fianceé? You sure can give it a try but you sure as hell were going to fail.

It had been weeks, how many you didn't know, you just knew that Meredith proposed you to stay with her, George and Izzie so they could make sure you were going to let yourself die. And there you were, in bed (Meredith's) staring at the rooftop, so white it made your eyes tear up every single day. Izzie on the other hand was back on her feet, still broken but yet she managed to move on, a little bit.

A knock on the door, you ignored it, Izzie's voice told you they were leaving and that you had some breakfast just outside the door and they had left some food in the fridge if you felt like eating and the cupboards were filled with junk food if you prefered that. She said her goodbyes and you kept silence, not able to say a word.

It was when you heard the main door closing behind them you started crying feeling like an enormous, huge weight got off your shoulders. Today you gave the time to be weak, today and just for today you allowed yourself to grief in peace without feeling guilty.

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