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snootsnoot-fiction · 4 years ago

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I Heart You

Pairing: Denny Duquette x reader

Warnings: Mention of death, reference to sex (this was meant to be an aftercare fic but turned into general fluff mostly)

A/n: This is another birthday gif for @lemonboy-milo its officially been a year since i wrote my first ever fic as well, all for this gay boi, I hope your day is as good as can be

Summary: Denny can finally really look after you since his surgery...

It had been a long, and difficult few months to say the least. A heart transplant was no small feet. Nor was everything that came after. There was always a chance of the host body rejecting a new organ.

You were scared for weeks after Denny’s operation. You were more than grateful for his second chance of course - he was almost at the end of his rope on life before receiving this heart - but you were also way too aware that things could be snatched away when you least expect it.

Needless to say, no matter how strong you tried to stay for your man, it was you that ended up needing most comfort. Denny, as much as he hated the idea of leaving you, had personally made peace long ago with the strong possibility of death.

You had your moments of course. Moments when visiting in the hospital where you would be stronger than ever. It broke you to see him as he was, but you loved him with everything you had. So long as Denny Duquette was alive, you were okay. He was fighting for you, it was only fair you fought for him too.

After the transplant operation, Doctor Burke had gone over what was to come with you and Denny. The average recovery from a heart transplant was at least six months. So, when the man was finally able to go home a few weeks later, you took time off work to make sure you could do anything and everything for him at such a pivotal time. He was no longer in the hospital, and you didn’t want to take any chances.

Denny Duquette tried to get you to relax at times. Of course, he wouldn’t always succeed, but whenever he did, he made sure to promise to not do much. The amount you cared for him and his healing was something he would absolutely never take advantage of. Plus, the sooner he recovered, the better.

The man hated not being able to look after you. That was his one job in life - make sure you were alright. In all the events that occurred thanks to his bad heart, however, he had eventually learnt that taking care of himself was taking care of you. Naturally, he still had his bad times, but it was all worth it to prolong your life together, and keep you happy.

You had met Denny at the Seattle Grace hospital. He had struck up a conversation while the both of you were waiting in line at the coffee cart. His heart problems were mentioned, and ever since then you had been worried about him and anything relating to his heart. The man even gave you his coffee so you didn’t have to buy one after you expressed concern.

The two of you had been in intimate situations before, but never full on intercourse. As much as you wanted it at times, not only were you scared about his heart, but you were shy. All that mattered to Denny was that you were comfortable and okay. ‘When you’re ready darlin’ he would say. When his heart got worse and he got his new one, you would suggest you’d be ready when he was fully recovered, but he’d always gently turn you down, insisting you had to be ready. To be comfortable. To truly want it.

That being said, it happened so naturally. It was perfect and everything you could have imagined and more. It had been about seven months since the surgery, and the man wanted to treat you. The perfect indoor date, just the two of you. He went all out, even pretending to drop you off back home at the bedroom door. It was in that moment, as you looked into his loving eyes, emotion swelled up inside you like a hurricane. Before you knew it, you had pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

The rest, as they say, was history. At least it was up until now. You were laying in Denny’s arms, completely naked and content for the first time in your life. All your worries, in this moment, were nowhere to be found as this man held you to his bare chest.

“How’s my Y/N?” He asked softly as his thumb rubbed circles into your arm and he placed a kiss upon your head.

“Mmm great…” You murmured softly as you watched your own hand just sitting on his torso. “How are you?” You asked after a few moments, looking up at him. He knew you were thinking about his heart.

“I’m fine baby,” he spoke with a smile as he lifted one hand to cup your face, “more than fine. I love you so much dollface.” His words made you blush and you began to look away, but he gently grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him again. “You’ve done so much for me this past year.. I am more than thankful for that.” All you could do was smile shyly and blush harder. He simply chuckled.

“What are you doing?” You whimpered when Denny slowly started to move.

“I’m looking after you.” He stated matter-of-factly as he gently laid you back down and stood up from the bed, pulling his underwear back on. “Uh- no no no!” The words came out firmly as he leaned over to press a hand to your shoulder when you started to move.

“I should be looking after you…” You pouted at him.

“Baby doll you need to relax okay?” His hand moved to cup your cheek again. “You have been looking after me since we first met, let me really look after you for once, yeah?” He waited, not wanting to let you get up. You could see the seriousness in his eyes. The love and desire to be his normal self again.

“Okay..” you eventually managed to mumble as you laid back as you were. Smiling, Denny’s hand brushed down your arm, grabbed your hand, and pulled it up to his lips for a kiss. His eyes sparkling with happiness as he looked at you.

After another moment, the man let go as he grabbed the sheets to pull them over your nude form. You grabbed the sheets eagerly, hugging them up to your chin.

“You need anything?” He questioned as he stood straight again.

“Just you.. cuddles..” your words made him chuckle softly.

“Is my baby thirsty?” The man gave you a firm look, making you nod ever so slightly. “I’ll just get you some water, okay? Then we can cuddle.”

You listened to the sound of his footsteps and the clink of glasses as he retrieved one from the cupboard. A grin creeped on your face as the seconds passed and you expected him to walk back in. The tiniest squeal left you when he reappeared, causing the widest smile yet to spread across his face and yet another blush to spread across yours.

“Here.” Denny moved to sit on his side of the bed before handing you the glass. He watched as you downed the water. “Very thirsty.” He commented as you placed the glass on the bedside table. You wasted no time in holding up the bed sheets and patting his spot, silently commanding him to now cuddle. “So impatient!” The man chuckled again as he slid under the covers with you.

Instead of cuddling right away, he laid on his side facing you, grabbing your hands and holding them to his chin.

“How did I ever get so lucky huh?” Letting one of his hands go, Denny stroked your hair with such affection you could have melted and fallen into a puddle on the floor.

“I don’t know..” you squirmed slightly, not used to someone caring for you like the man in front of you did.

“C’mere…” Letting go of your hands, he opened his arms. You squealed excitedly again, causing him to chuckle, as you turned around and wiggled back into him. Little spoon that you were. His arms closed tightly around you as he pulled you further into him as he breathed in your scent and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

“Y/N… I dont think you know just how much I appreciate everything you have done for me, especially over these last few months,” he whispered into your ear. You could hear everything he felt hanging on his every word. “I haven’t been able to look after you as well as I would’ve liked, but now with this new heart, I can do that and love you twice as hard as I ever did.. So I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself in for darlin’.” He nuzzled his face into the back of your neck.

“I love you too Denny baby.” Your words portrayed how soft he had made you feel. This man, who was unable to be the man he usually was for so long, had every intention of looking after you in every sense. You stuck with him all this time, helped him through all the bad, and now he was back to full strength, he was going to do the exact same for his precious baby doll.

#Jeffrey Dean Morgan #denny duquette #jdm #greys anatomy #denny x reader #denny duquette fluff #jdm fluff #birthday present #aftercare

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murphslass · 4 years ago

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MASTERLIST

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

I’ll Be Here

I’ll Take Care Of You

Home Sweet Home

Negan

Dating Negan Headcanons

Modern Day Negan AU

Highschool Reunion

College AU

Neighbor Negan

Kissing Negan For The First Time

Needy Negan

Bad Pick Up Lines

Hell Of A Ride

Man After My Heart

Negan Distracting You

Extra Practice

Extra Credit

Love At First Sight

Key to My Heart

Getting Embarrassed Because of Your Period Starting

Imagine Helping You Keep Warm

Did You Miss Me?

I’m Back

Imagine Negan Getting Drunk

Negan Meeting Your Family

Max

Crazy In Love

Helping Max With Insecurities

Max Taking Care of You On Your Period

Imagine Living With Max

Jason Crouse

I Need A Hero

Imagine Cuddling With Jason All Day

Imagine Having A Crush On Jason

Lazy Day with Jason

The Comedian (Edward Blake)

More Than A One Night Stand

Imagine Patching Up The Comedian

Imagine The Comedian Telling You He Loves You

Imagine The Comedian Having A Crush On You

Denny Duquette

Imagine Denny Hating Your Phone

Thankful For You

Sleepy Head

JD Ricther

Imagine Convincing JD to Stay Home

Imagine JD Surprising You

Jude Fischer

Imagine Smoking with Jude

Patrick Sullivan

Imagine Patrick Saving You From A Fire

Ike Evans

Imagine Ike Evans Apologizing to You

TAGLIST:

@ffakc

@negans-attagirl

@jonasdean02

@macsgurl

@littlebadgirly

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ffakc · 4 years ago

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Isn’t She Lovely? - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

Let me preface this by saying I have ZERO desire to have kids IRL, but the thought of Jeff being a loving, doting birth partner makes me feel warm and fuzzy. He’s also such an amazing Daddy, I just had to... fluff galore! @negans-attagirl @happysgal @iluvneganandjamie

It was my final shift as a manager at the adorable Rhinebeck coffee shop that was my home for the past year. My regulars and coworkers teased me, asking why I still had a job despite being married to one of the top grossing actors on The Walking Dead, but working kept my mind busy during the times my Jeffrey was away. I was also three days overdue with our daughter. My midwife told me to rest, but it’s hard to rest when people call in sick!

“Baby!” I step out from behind the counter and greet my husband with a kiss. He places his large hand on my stomach.

“Look how cute my gal is with her apron and her big ol’ belly,” Jeff gushes.

“Why do you have to say it like that?” I laugh. Jeff scoffs and kisses me.

“Shut up, you’re gorgeous,” he smiles. “You about ready to go, doll?”

“If I don’t see you tomorrow, congratulations! You’re going to be a great mom!” my regular Josh tips his cup.

“Bye Josh!” I turn back to Jeffrey, “Yeah, I’m ready whenever you are. I just need to clock out for the last time.”

“We’ll miss you, Boss Lady!” my lead barista Kayla hugs me.

“I’ll miss you too!” I reply, “Bye, everyone!” I call back to the kitchen. Various voices yell back kind words. Kayla wipes a tear away.

“Aww, don’t cry!” I say, tears welling up, “You know I’ll come visit! I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“It’s been wonderful getting to know you, Kayla,” Jeff hugs her as well.

I take my husband by the hand and we make our way to his truck.

“Do you think tonight will be the night?” Jeff remarks.

“I sure hope so. I’m so achy and I feel like my stomach is going to split open,” I laugh.

“Poor thing,” Jeff pouts his lip and rubs my belly. “What do you want for dinner, sweet girl?”

“I’ve been craving sushi all damn day. Cooked, of course,” I reply. I make a quick call to Osaka, our favorite local Japanese place. I hang up the phone and sigh lovingly, “You’re going to be such a good Daddy.”

“And you’ll be the best Mama. I love you so much,” my husband plants a quick kiss on my lips.

***

I wipe the tears away as the music swells. We were watching Phantom of the Opera, one of my favorites. I let out and annoyed groan and Jeff cackles.

“Why are you crying now?!” my husband laughs, “It’s not even sad!” I shove a piece of sushi in my mouth.

“I don’t know!” I giggle, “Stupid pregnancy hormones.” Jeff places his hand on top of the bulge on my side.

“It’s like I’m holding her hand,” Jeff kisses around my navel, “I love my girls.” His kisses make their way up my chest, his hand makes its way through my hair and he sucks my neck.

“We love you too, Daddy,” I moan. Jeff climbs on top of me and I kiss him deeply, gripping onto the neck of his hoodie.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this, might induce labor,” my husband smirks and rests his forehead against mine.

“I’ve heard that’s a myth. I want you so bad, Jeffrey,” I lick my lips and run my fingers through his gray hair. Jeff rasps my name, unbuttoning his jeans. I feel a surge of energy in my lower half as Jeff buries his face in my chest. My eyes widen as clear liquid begins pooling between my thighs. I realize immediately what’s happening.

“Jeff...”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“JEFFREY!” I exclaim and gesture downwards.

“Wha- OH! Oh my god! Baby... baby! We’re having a baby!” he stammers, climbing off of me and adjusts my shirt. “What do I do?!” I attempt to calm him, even though I’m quite panicked myself.

“Go get the bag and start the truck!” I breathe heavily. Jeff puts on his glasses and grabs my large black backpack, slinging it over his shoulder.

“I’m so excited! It’s real! It’s happening!” Jeff laughs. He helps me off the couch and we hustle to the truck. Jeff calls my mom as he lays a towel on the passenger seat.

“Hey Ma!”

“Hey Jeff, how are you? Any baby updates?”

“Well... You’re going to be a grandma probably within the next 24 hours!”

“Oh my god!” my mom sounded just like her mother when she said that. I squeeze Jeff’s hand as he speeds down the road.

“Let me see here,” Jeff pulls up flights on the touch screen on the dashboard.

“Eyes on the road, Daddy, please!” I exclaim, “Hi, Mom! Sorry!” I hear both my parents laugh at me, causing me to laugh too. I sounded like a nervous wreck.

“Hi! Are you feeling okay? Any contractions yet?”

“Not yet, from what I looked up... woah! I felt a little cramping there.”

“I see a five hour flight that leaves in three hours. Do you think y’all can manage that?” Jeff says, “I will pay, don’t you worry.”

“Anything for my first grandbaby,” my mom says. “I can’t guarantee we’ll be there for the birth, but we will be there! See you guys soon, okay?”

“Bye!” Jeff and I say in unison.

***

Four in the morning. I hadn’t slept a wink. Labor so far felt like the worst period cramps I’ve ever had. I was only two centimeters, a hell of a long way from ten.

“Jeffrey,” I whimper, my voice cracking, “It hurts.”

“I know, baby, I know. What can I do to help?” Jeff gets close to my face and kisses my forehead, rubbing my hand.

“Something cold would be wonderful. Ice chips, a popsicle. Anything.”

“How about a coffee?” a familiar voice comes from the door.

“You made it,” I smile weakly at my mom.

“No baby, huh? We DID make it!” my dad smiles and pumps his arm in a “YES!” hand gesture. He hugs his son in law and hands him a large Starbucks cup. He hugs me, kissing my forehead.

“Good, Mr. C. Real good,” my husband smiles, sipping the hot coffee.

“Don’t worry, I asked and she said it was fine,” I sit up in bed and hug my mom. She hands me a large iced beverage, “It’s a decaf americano with some Splenda, just something to sip on. I know you like a little bit of coffee with your cream, but you can’t have that right now.”

“Thank you so much,” I take a long drink. “That’s so good... God damn it!” I grit my teeth.

“Another one?” Jeff sits next to me on the bed. “I think they’re close to five minutes apart,” he says to my parents. I rest my head on his chest and groan loudly, “That’s it, pretty girl. Let it out. Scream if you have to. Break my fucking hand if you have to. You’re doing amazing so far.”

“This is the longest thirty sec- ah! Jeffrey!” I grip onto his thigh for dear life. He shushes me softly and rests his chin on my forehead, “I hate my mom and dad seeing me like this.” My mom reassures me that it’s nothing to be embarrassed about and her and my dad go to the waiting room. I try my best to remember the breathing techniques our midwife taught me, but failing miserably. This was going to be a long day.

***

Eight o’ clock. The rays of sun came flooding through the curtain. I close my eyes for a moment as another contraction squeezes me tight.

“Don’t say you’re tired. Come on, Jeff. She’s having your kid and you’re worried about being ti-“ Jeff mumbles to himself.

“You know you’re allowed to be tired too,” I laugh and look at him through slitted eyelids. Jeff smiles and kisses my cheek, rubbing my hand lovingly.

“Hello!” our midwife Lynn pokes her head in.

“Please tell me I’m ready to push,” I let out a deep breath.

“Well, let’s see, shall we?” Lynn checks me out. “Don’t hit me,” she chuckles. “You’re only at four centimeters.”

“Oh, Jesus. Just give me the damn drugs.” I glance over at my husband who is drifting off.

“I have to let you know that it will make your contractions stronger and more intense, and I know you’ve expressed being in a great deal of pain already.” Jeff opens his eyes.

“Fuck it, I’ll just sit on the ball for a bit. Daddy?” I turn to Jeff. He grabs the exercise ball.

“I’ll be back soon. Hopefully things will be progressing nicely!”

***

Six in the evening. There’s no possible way I had been in labor for twenty-four hours.

“You’re getting so close, doll,” Jeff whispers and pets my hair. “You’re so strong, Mama, you’re so damn strong. You’re a beautiful, incredible, powerful woman,” Lynn does a brief examination.

“That’s the kind of coaching we like to hear, Jeff! Good vibes only!” Lynn says, “Look at that. You are at a ten, my dear!” I fan my face and a single tear trickles down Jeff’s bearded cheek. I kiss him deeply. I place my feet in the stirrups. “Jeff, are you still okay with catching her? I know you said you wanted to, but sometimes dads back out at the last minute,” Lynn teases.

“Absolutely,” Jeff chuckles.

“All right, sweetheart. On your next contraction, I want you to push hard, okay?” she was so gentle with her words. I nod and exhale. Jeff grips my hand.

“You’ve got this, babe,” my husband kisses me.

The next forty-five minutes fly by and seem to go in slow motion all at the same time. I felt like I had run a thousand marathons.

“I can see her head!” Jeff says excitedly. “You’re almost there, darlin’, you’re so close!” I can’t find the words, the pain is getting to be unbearable.

“I’m going to pass out,” I moan.

“Come on, doll, you’ve got this. You’re doing incredible,” my husband glances between my thighs. “Oh my, she has your wavy hair,” tears stain his cheeks.

“I’m going to guess three more biiiig pushes and you’ll have a baby!” Lynn says.

“You’re so incredible, you’re a fucking warrior, you know that? These are the last few moments we have as just a couple, that’s so wild. After today, we are three. You’re never looked more beautiful, you are glowing. Kiss me, my gorgeous wife,” I feebly press my lips to his.

“Yeah...” I pant, “Oh my fucking god!” I cry out as my face reddens as I push with everything I have in me.

“That’s it! Jeff, quickly, the shoulders are coming!” My husband plants a kiss on my cheek and sits on a stool next to Lynn.

“One... two... three! Push! Come on, girlfriend! Every ounce of energy you have! Good job!” Lynn psyches me up. She mumbles instructions to Jeffrey.

Jeff begins to sob uncontrollably, “She’s so beautiful, you have no idea.” He gasps in awe. Suddenly, a rush of euphoria overtakes my whole body and a loud cry echoes through the room. I rest my head against the pillow and begin crying my eyes out. She’s here! Jeff holds our tiny daughter in his large hands.

“Just place her right there,” Lynn beams with pride. “You did it! Happy birthday, little girl!” She grabs some blankets as our little angel wails. I wrap my arms around her and Jeff bends down next to me.

“You’re so amazing, Mama. She’s so perfect. I love her, I love you. You are such a badass, I’m so proud of you,” Jeff whispers.

“I love you too, Jeffrey. Daddy, she’s all ours,” I kissed him over and over again, “I love you so, so, so much.” I had never felt more connected to my husband than this exact moment. After cleaning her off and doing all the routine checks, I finally get to hold our girl.

“Hi there, little bean,” I kiss the top of her head, my voice shot from crying and screaming, “I’m your Mommy,” I hold her tiny hand, “You look just like your Daddy. And you smell so good!”

“I’ve heard of new car smell, but new baby smell?” Jeff giggles.

“Do we have a name?” Lynn asks.

“Evelyn,” Jeff sniffs and kisses the crown of her head, “Evelyn Alice Morgan.”

#denny duquette #fanfic #fanfiction #greys anatomy #jeffrey dean morgan #negan #the walking dead #older man younger woman #john winchester #supernatural #fluff

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negans-attagirl · 4 years ago

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Asking for a friend in need, can i request just some pure denny fluff? Anything fluffy denny really, but maybe the reader has been feeling particularly down recently

Denny is already waiting for you on the stairway in front of your apartment. His gorgeous sparkling eyes immediately lift up your mood a little. Just his mere presence was usually enough to sooth you, but today you really feel down and need some special ‘Denny-Comfort’.

Without needing to say a word, Denny knows something’s wrong, rising up to his feet he quickly lifts you up Bridal-Style to carry you inside the apartment. With quick steps he gently drops you off onto the couch, grabbing your favorite blanket Denny lays behind you, wrapping your bodies into the cozy fabric. With soft fingertips he brushes through your hair.

“I’m here, Baby!” he whispers in your ear, his voice full of love and devotion for you, and only you!

You can feel his soft kisses spreading over your hairline, down to your earlobe and right to your soft spot, situated right in the crook of your neck. It is nothing sexual, it is just Denny knowing exactly how to touch you when you’re feeling sad.

“How about some nice big Pizza and then we watch some Grey’s Anatomy, so you can drool over that hot guy again?” he teases you with a wink on his face before he cups your face with his strong hands, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “I love you!”

#jeffrey dean morgan #jdm #jdmorgan #denny duquette roleplay #denny duquette #greys anatomy #fluff #anonymous request

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nekoannie-chan · 3 years ago

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Reading list guidelines

Hi! This is Annie, here are my reblog guidelines during 2023:

You MUST to TAG ME in your fic, I know some people discontinued their tag list, unfortunately Dumblr doesn’t notify me and I don’t have enough time to check blog by blog because I follow lots of people.

TAG all the WARNINGS, there’s some topics I’m not comfortable with. Please respect my boundaries and triggers as I respect yours.

Must be posted on Tumblr. I wanna support writers on here, so please, no links to another fanfic platform.

Every Friday a weekly list will be published (unless something happens in my life), so lists will have between 7-42 fics.

Use ‘read more’ if word counts is over 500, please; sometimes I keep fics in my drafts.

Would be amazing if you following, I swear I’m not a bad person, just a grumpy one.

Could take between 1 to 2 months I reblog your work, sometimes I’m slow because of school or personal stuff, also I always plan my queue at least for a month.

If I like your fic, it means I receive the notification and would be on my queue, but if I don’t like it, you can message me and send me the link, ‘cause probably I didn’t receive the notification. Also, if you notice my likes it means I’m putting your work on my queue with the comment.

If you wanna tag me but not be highlighted, you can send me a message and ask it politely.

I just wanna support people, and hope people support me too, so I just do this for fun, I’m no gonna tolerate hate or something negative, so if you send me something like that, I will block you without hesitation; this also applies if someone is rude with me.

I’m okay with dark, smut, fluff, angst, horror, etc., just please, tag properly.

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Characters and fandoms I read below the break.

❤ Marvel characters I read:

Steve Rogers.

Brock Rumlow.

Runaways.

Tandy Bowen.

Ororo Munroe.

Sue Storm.

Johnny Storm.

Lorna Dane.

Nico Minoru.

Clarice Fong/Ferguson.

Rogue.

John Proudstar.

Stepford Cuckoos.

Logan/Wolverine.

Magik.

PRIDE.

Jubilee.

Sinthea Schmidt.

Janet van Dyne.

Doctor Doom.

Amora.

Felicia Hardy.

Madelyne Pryor.

Mister Sinister.

Rachel Leighton.

Dottie Underwood.

Michael Morbius.

Ana/Satana Helstrom.

Daimon Helstrom.

Lauren Strucker.

Andy Strucker.

Hellfire club.

Jessica Jones.

Jack Rollins.

The divine pairing.

GertChase.

Deanoru.

Thunderblink.

Morgan le Fey.

Tina Minoru.

❤ Knives out characters I read:

Ransom Drysdale.

Meg Drysdale.

❤ Charmed characters I read read:

Piper Halliwell.

Leo Wyatt.

Prue Halliwell.

Cole Turner.

❤ Desperate housewives’ characters I read:

Bree Van de Kamp.

Gabrielle Solis.

Susan Mayer.

Julie Mayer.

Katherine Mayfair.

Angie Bolen.

❤ Snowpiercer characters I read:

Lilah Junior “LJ” Folger.

❤ Money heist characters I read:

Tokyo.

Pamplona.

❤ Grey’s anatomy characters I read:

Izzie Stevens.

Cristina Yang.

Amelia Sheperd.

Callie Torres.

Denny Duquette.

Stephanie Edwards.

Erica Hahn.

Nicole Herman.

❤ 9-1-1 characters I read:

Evan “Buck” Buckley.

Howie Han.

Maddie Buckley.

Abby Clark.

❤ American Horror story characters I read:

Misty Day.

Moira O’Hara.

Fiona Goode.

Lana Winters.

Cordelia Foxx.

Ally Mayfair-Richards.

Mallory.

❤ The Walking Dead characters I read:

Andrea Harrison.

Glenn Rhee.

Rosita Espinosa.

❤ Battle Royale characters I read:

Mistuko Souma.

Shūya Nanahara.

❤ Other stuff I read:

Original horror/terror stories.

Any horror movie killer.

Any Frank Grillo characters.

Any Ko Shibasaki characters.

Tomie.

Nanno.

❤ I’m not reading:

No pedo fics.

No underage smut.

No toilet, bodily fluids, bestiality.

No incest.

No A/B/O.

No RPF.

No Social Media AU.

Staron.

Steggy.

Romanogers.

Taserbones.

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integra1127grimmreaper · 3 years ago

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HEARTBEAT (Denny Duquette)

Masterlist

Warning: fluff, anguish, character death, suicide

Note: bold words close to the ending are lyrics from the song; Dancing With Your Ghost by No Resolve

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

You and Denny have been best friends since childhood, thick as thieves the two of you were and continued to be even into adulthood. You were always there for each other when need be, and you were also by his side through the ups and downs of his heart condition. Most of your time was spent by his bedside either at home or a hospital whenever he became ill, to the point that you even had your own bedroom at his home. You fully dedicated your entire life to him and making sure he was taking care of himself, trying your best to make him see life was worth fighting for.

The truth was that you loved Denny and not only as a friend or brother, you were and have always been madly in love with him. Denny always told you that the reason why he never focused on having a stable relationship was because he didn't want to put the person he loved through the heartache of watching him die on them. And for that reason alone, you decided to keep the secret from him, you didn't want to add more stress to his already complicated life and neither did you want to lose your friendship with him over it.

So, you silently bid your time, always by the side of the love of your life as he waited for a new heart to become available.

It was the day of Denny's admittance into hospital in preparation for his heart transplant and you were overly eager with your assistance in helping him settle in.

"So, how does it feel knowing you'll have a brand-new life soon?" you cheerfully ask Denny while the nurse was busy hooking him up to the heart monitoring machines.

"Its so surreal... I'm finally going to be rid of this dead weight of a useless heart I have" Denny states with a dimpled smirk.

The two of you were joking and laughing about all the crazy adventures you guys plan on having once Denny was healthy, when a group of doctors then entered into his room.

"And I do believe this is my cue to leave the room, I'll see you later-" you matter-of-factly state, placing a light kiss on Denny's forehead and leave the room.

You had later returned back to Denny's room after the doctor's had spoken to him and after some time of chatting while waiting for the preparations to begin, you had fallen asleep in the chair. It was during this time that you felt the presence of someone having entered the room.

You were just about to open your eyes when you heard Denny greeting the person and you recognized it to be the blonde of earlier; Dr Stevens. By the tone of their conversation you clearly could make out that Denny was flirting with her, so you decided to pretend that you were still asleep while you listened to it all.

"I'm quite sure your girlfriend wouldn't approve Denny-" she states after their flirting session ended. "Girlfriend?" I then hear Denny say. "Oh, no. Y/N's not my girlfriend. She's my best friend since childhood, she's more like a sister to me than anything" Denny states.

"Oh. I just assumed with the kiss on the forehead thing..." she responds. "It's something we have been doing since childhood. If one of us are having an emotional day, we usually place a kiss on the other's forehead in a way to calm them down" Denny informs her.

And just like that... your heart broke in a million pieces as you came to the realization that Denny would always only see you as a sister and nothing more.

You then waited a few minutes after she left before pretending to just have woken up from your nap. "Hey-" you greet Denny with a forced smile as you pretend to sleepily stretch yourself out. "Hey, yourself sleepy head" he responds with a smirk.

You looked at your watch then, "Well, its time for me to leave before they kick me out of here" you state. "Yeah, by visiting hours tomorrow you'll see me with a new heart!" Denny remarks with a chuckle.

"Are you sure you don't want me to sit in the waiting area during the operation?" you ask Denny one last time. "I'm sure... the operation is going take hours and you won't be able to see me till tomorrow. Go home and rest. Dr Burke knows to call you about how it went the minute I'm out." Denny tells you.

"Ok, then- if you insist" you say, placing a much longer drawn out kiss than usual on his forehead and leave.

A few hours later, you were doing your best to keep busy so your mind wouldn't wonder to Denny and what was happening to him at that moment. When suddenly your cell phone rang, looking at the screen you're a bit confused as to why the hospital would be calling so soon. "Hello-" you nervously answer.

You had just arrived at the hospital to pick Denny up after you received the news that he didn't get the heart. "Hey, big guy. Let me take that for you" you reach out for his bag in greeting. You notice that his attention was concentrated on something else, looking towards what he was staring at you see that it was her, Dr Stevens.

Once Denny was home you tried your best to cheer him up over the disappoint of not getting the new heart and while it did somewhat help, you could still see the look of total devastation in his eyes at time. The only time you would see a true smile that fully reached his eyes was when he would speak about her, Dr Stevens or Izzie as he would refer to her of lately.

It wasn't long before Denny ended up back in hospital again and this time it was even worse than before. It was pure torture watching the man you love in so much agony and there was nothing you could do to help him. Not only that, your own heart was silently dying as well at seeing how close he and Izzie were becoming during that time.

One day while you were visiting him, Denny admitted to you that he was in love with Izzie. You were of course devastated by the news but once you saw the two of them together and you witnessed for yourself that Izzie truly had feelings for Denny, you decided to step aside and allow them to be alone together more.

You watched as Denny and Izzie got closer together and it brought you a sense of contentment that though Denny, even in the state he was, he was truly happy for once in his life. So, you buried your feeling for Denny and did what any good friend would do, you full heartedly supported him and his relationship with Izzie.

The day that it was known there was again a possibility of Denny getting a heart, you were in his room visiting with him when Izzie entered. She had a cart with some sort of machine on it, when Denny asked her what is was, she then went on to explain to us that there was a huge possibility that Denny wouldn't be getting the heart yet again.

It broke your heart to see that look of pure disappointed on your friend's face yet again, when you asked Izzie if there wasn't perhaps some way that Denny would be the one guaranteed to be getting it. She then explained to you guys of her plan to make Denny's condition worse by cutting his LVAD wire, which would guarantee him getting the heart.

A huge argument between the two of them broke out over Denny not agreeing with Izzie's idea, so you decided to step out of the room and give them some privacy in order to sort it out.

You were relieved when Izzie called you back inside and they told you that he had agreed to go ahead with her idea.

"She loves you a lot and that's why she's doing this... she's doing it for you, so that the two of you can have a real future together" you tell Denny. "I know that... and the only reason I agreed was for her-" he replies.

"You ready?" Izzie asks, determinately staring at the both of you. "I'll be downstairs in the waiting room. Izzie, let me know as soon as you get the news. Good luck-" you state, placing a kiss on Denny's forehead and leave the room.

You were pacing up and down the waiting area for what seemed to be hours when suddenly saw a very agitated Izzie making her way towards you.

"Is he getting the heart?" you ask her. "Yes, Bailey just approved it. She should be on the phone informing them that we are much more in need of it-" Izzie responds with a huge smile.

Letting out a huge sigh of relief, you grab Izzie into a hard hug, "thank you... you truly do love him, and I see that very clearly. I hope the two of you live a long and happy life together once all this is over-"

"Thank you Y/N, for always being there for him since day one. I hope that you'll still continue to do so and that you and I can be close friends as well." Izzie tells you.

The two of you were chatting and laughing about all the antics Denny planned on catching up to, when a devastated looking Dr Bailey walked up to you guys.

"What's wrong? Why do you look that?" Izzie asks puzzled at Bailey's behaviour. "We missed it-" Bailey states.

"Missed what?" Izzie looks at her confused. "The heart... we missed it." Bailey replies.

"What do you mean we missed the heart?!" Izzie and I both yell out at the same time. "By the time I let Karev know we needed it more, Hahn had already left with it-" Bailey tells us.

"Then get them to turn around! Or tell Alex to go after her and get it!" Izzie practically screams at Bailey while I silently stare in complete shock.

"It's too late... they already started preparing their guy when I tried to intervene. I'm sorry, but there's no heart-" Bailey sighs in defeat.

"Can't you guys put him back onto the LVAD then?" you ask. "We don't have another one and he'd die by the time a new one even arrived." Izzie tearfully states.

"So, there's no other way to save him? He's going die if he doesn't get a new heart?" you whisper as the tears begin to run down your check. "Yes-" Izzie whispers back and walks away in a daze.

15 Minutes Later:

"Help! Somebody, I need help over here!" A man runs into the hospital holding your unconscious and bleeding body.

"What do we have here?!" Bailey runs up to see what's going on. "Female, looks to be in her 30's, got hit by a car!" the nurse informs her as they place your limp body on a gurney.

"Oh, my god! I know her! That's Denny Duquette's friend, what happened?" Bailey gasps out when she recognises you.

"I-I didn't mean to hit her... I tried to stop the car! But- but she- she..." the man tearfully rumbles. "Ok, sir. I need you to try and calm down and tell me exactly what happened.

"I honestly don't know. One minute I was just driving and the next thing I know... she came out of nowhere and jumped in front of my car! I hit the breaks but it was too late-" the man explains to Bailey.

"Dr Bailey there's something you need to see" a nurse comes up to Bailey, handing her a piece of paper. "What is it?" Bailey looks at the nurse confused.

"I found it clutched in her hand and if it's true, then you would want to know" the nurse tells Bailey.

Opening the paper, Bailey begins to read; "Do not resuscitate. Give heart to Denny. Folder in Dr Burke's office explaining everything, Y/N, Y/L/N. Don't tell Denny about the heart. Have Izzie tell Denny about my death once his doing better."

"Grey, go to Burke's office and finds this folder!" Bailey yells. "What's going on?" Meredith looks at Bailey puzzled as she walks up to her. "Just do it! And get Izzie for me!" Bailey orders her.

"Meredith said you wanted to see me. If this is about Denny... look, I know I messed up, but we have to think of a way to save him-" Izzie begs. "There might be a solution to your irresponsible behaviour." Bailey states.

"What... what do you mean?" Izzie looks puzzled at her statement. Meredith then came running towards them with the folder in hand, "ah, thank you Grey! Here read this" Bailey hands Izzie your note.

"What the hell is this?" Izzie looks at Bailey in shock at what she just read. "Come with me." Bailey calmly states.

"Oh my god! Y/N! what happened to her?!" Izzie yells out at seeing your lifeless body hooked up to machines. "She got hit by a car." Bailey informs her.

"Oh my god. Is she stable? Have you informed Shepherd? We have to do a CT scan!" Izzie rambles on. "We've stabilized her but she's unresponsive, she received a massive head injury, Dr Shepherd is on his way to meet us at the CT scan" the nurse informs Bailey.

"Ok, then we wait until he gives us a verdict and then we'll proceed from there." Bailey states. "Proceed to what exactly?" Izzie responds.

"I'm sure you read the note and what it entails." Bailey states. "Yeah, but it doesn't make any sense-" Izzie replies.

"Well, according to these documents they do... this is a legally signed document stating that if ever Y/N, Y/L/N was admitted to a hospital in a critical condition before Denny Duquette has received a new heart, a DNR has been put in place. All usable organs are to be donated except for her heart, the heart is to go to Denny and only Denny. If we failed to do so, none of the other organs are to be touched without the hospital ending up getting sued." Bailey reads it out to Izzie.

"But we don't even know if she's a match-" Izzie responds. "According to these test results Burke ran on her some time ago, she is a perfect match as a donator for Denny-" Bailey states.

"How do I tell him... how do I tell him that the heart he has beating inside his chest right now used to belong to his best friend-" Izzie whispers to Meredith as they watch Denny lying in his bed through the glass window.

"You do what she told you to do. You don't tell him it's her heart, at least not now. Wait until you feel he's capable of handling the truth." Meredith tells her.

"And when will that be? I'll have to tell him she died sooner or later though... to think she killed herself so that he could have her heart-" Izzie responds.

"Yeah, that's one really close friendship between them. She must have really loved him." Meredith remarks.

"Hey there-" Izzie enters the room, awkwardly greeting Denny. "Hey yourself stranger. I've got a new heart. Can you believe it, I've got a new heart!" Denny excitedly smiles at her.

"Yeah, that's awesome. I told you everything would work out in the end." Izzie responds with a forced smile. "I can't wait to see Y/N's face when she comes during visiting hours and sees me, brand new heart and all-" Denny remarks.

"About Y/N, she got a call that her parents were in a terrible car crash, so she had to rush down there to be by their sides-" Izzie suddenly blurts out. "Oh my god, that's terrible. I hope they'll be ok. Denny responds in shock.

"Yeah, she knew I would be here to see to you, so she felt much more comfortable leaving then. But she told me to send you her love... and to give you this-" Izzie replies, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Stevens! Visiting hours aren't for another hour. What are you doing here?" Bailey barks out as she enters the room. "I know... I know, I'm no longer his doctor etc, etc..." Izzie rolls her eyes at Bailey.

"Hey, you better be careful before Dr Bailey bans you from my room" Denny tells her. "Don't worry, I'm leaving. I'll be back at visiting hours and it's prom night, so I'll get show you my dress-" Izzie responds with a smile and leaves.

Later That Evening

It was a calm evening, when Denny was sitting up in his hospital bed, reading a newspaper while he waited for Izzie to arrive to show him her prom dress. When suddenly his facial expression changed into one of pain, as he suddenly fell backwards into the pillows. The sound of his heart monitor flatlining echoed through the otherwise silent room...

Opening his eyes, Denny finds himself standing in the middle of a vastly open and endless white area.

(what's going on)

"Where am I?" Denny asks out loudly as he looks around him in confusion.

"I never expected to see you here so soon-" a voice suddenly speaks out from behind Denny, causing him turn spin around.

(the look in your eyes tells me there's something wrong)

"Y/N?" Denny stares at you, puzzled at why you were here.

"Hey, big guy" you greet him with a smile.

(stay with me)

"I died... I know I did, so this must be heaven. But what are you doing here?" Denny tries to make sense of what was happening.

(help is on the way, just try to breathe)

"This is a place between heaven and earth. Kind of like a waiting area-" you state.

(can you hear my voice)

"Ok... I get that part. But why are you here if you're still alive" Denny responds and then it suddenly hits him, "No. Please don't tell me that you're... No, it can't be!"

(let it guide you through all of the noise)

"What happened? When did it happen?" Denny tearfully questions you.

(your lips are blue)

"Car accident. Though it really wasn't an accident" you state with a slight smile.

"What?! You saying some asshole deliberately drove into you!" Denny angry responds.

(I would sell my soul for you to pull through)

"No. Some fool deliberately ran into an oncoming car" you state matter-of-factly.

"What? Who?" Denny asks confused.

(I've been dancing with your ghost)

When you tilt your head to the side, that's' when it suddenly hits him, "Why would you do that!?" Denny yells at you.

(some might say that we have stole the show)

Taking Denny's hand; you place it over his heart and then taking the other one, you place it over yours.

(all the memories that are haunting me)

"That's odd both our heartbeats sound exactly the same-" Denny remarks in astonishment.

(I refuse to let you go)

"That's because they are the same. It's one heartbeat, because it's one heart you're listening to" you respond with a tearful smile.

(I've been dancing with your ghost)

"One heart... the heart I got... it was yours?" Denny stares at you in shock.

(what's going on?)

"Yes-" you reply as a tear slowly slides on down your cheek.

(I can feel the crowd thinking 'Oh my God')

"I don't understand... I thought I was getting a heart from someone else. How did I end up with yours?" Denny asks, even more confused than ever.

(please, just move)

"You were, but it fell through... you were going to die, so I did the only thing I thought I could do in order to save you" you tell him.

(can anyone hear me? Let me through)

"You ran in front of a car and killed yourself! That was the only thing you could think of! What were you thinking?!" Denny yells, grabbing your shoulders and shakes you.

(I can see your face)

"I did it because I loved you!" you scream out crying.

(calling your name)

"What?" Denny looks at you shocked.

(reaching out)

"I'm in love with you. Always have been, always will be. That's why I did it" you state.

(I can't feel anything)

"Why have you never told me this?" Denny demands.

(forever and after, I'm always yours)

"Because I didn't want to destroy our friendship if you didn't feel the same for me. Our friendship meant more to me than my own feelings" you reply.

(I've been dancing with your ghost)

"I would have felt the same had you told me-" Denny responds.

(some might say that we stole the show)

"It didn't really matter in the end if I told you or not, because you met and fell in love with Izzie. And I wanted you to have the life you always dreamt of but never could have till now, even if it was without me in it-" you tell him.

(all the memories that are haunting me)

"You were always there for me, anytime I needed you. And now that I think about it... it was you... it always was you-" Denny suddenly states with a chuckle.

(I refuse to let you go)

"What was me?" you look at him confused.

"The right woman for me was you...." Denny states cupping your cheek in the palm of his hand.

(I've been dancing with your ghost)

"But I thought you loved Izzie-" your eyes begin to tear up again as you stare into his.

(I'll always be waiting)

"I thought I did, but I see now that I was wrong. Maybe it was because I knew I was going to die and didn't want to die alone. But I know now that the one I truly loved was you-" Denny replies, wiping the tear off your cheek with his thumb.

(I'll always be waiting)

"You're only saying these things because you feel guilty about me killing myself so that you would have my heart-" you respond as more tears fall from your eyes.

(all the memories)

"No. It's true. I choose you Y/N, Y/L/N. I choose you, now and forever-" Denny states tipping down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

(they are haunting me)

"I love you Denny Duquette. You will always have my heart, figuratively speaking as well as literally-" you respond causing you both to chuckle at your use of words.

(I've been dancing with your ghost)

"I love you too Y/N-" Denny replies, staring deeply into your eyes as he tips down to kiss you once again.

You finally break the kiss some minutes later, "Are you ready to go now?" you softly ask him.

(some might say that we have stole the show)

"Going to spend the afterlife with you... of course I am-" Denny smilingly responds, grabbing hold of your hand, when suddenly a white door appeared out of nowhere.

(all the memories that are haunting me)

"Well, I guess that's our ticket home-" Denny remark staring at it and then turns back to you with a smile.

"Yeah, it is. Let's go home" you respond, smiling back at him as the door then opens, a bright, blinding white light shining from out it.

(I refuse to let you go)

"Let's- go- home-" Denny state one last time as you both walk towards the door and enter through it...

(I've been dancing with your ghost....)

#denny duquette #denny x reader #greys anatomy #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #denny x y/n #JDM

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Dr. Stephen Strange

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The Hunger Games

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Greys Anatomy

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Andrew DeLuca

Alex Karev

Jackson Avery

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Denny Duquette

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Nico Kim

Levi Schmitt

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Teen Wolf

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Isaac Lahey

Liam Dunbar

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Theo

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Stefan Salvatore

Matt Donovan

Jeremy Gilbert

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Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

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Alaric Saltzman

Mason Lockwood

Enzo

Malachai “Kai” Parker

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Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian

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Hades

Zeus

Ares

Apollo

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Poe

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Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Elain Archeron

Morrigan

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Tarquin

Helion

Kallias

Tamlin

Ianthe

Suriel

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Grishaverse

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The Darkling/Aleksander

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Zoya Nazyalensky

Tamar Kir-Bataar

Tolya Yul-Bataar

The Apparat

Kaz Brekker

Matthias Helvar

Jesper Fahey

Wylan Van Eck

Nina Zenik

Inej Ghafa

Tantee Heleen

Pekka Rollins

Throne of Glass (I haven´t read all the books yet, so this is it so far):

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Aelin Galanthynius

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Simon Basset

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Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Oliver Wood

Cedric Diggory

Cho Chang

Seamus Finnigan

Fleur Delacour

Pansy Parkinson

Myrtle Warren (Moaning Myrtle)

Young Sirius Black

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Young James Potter

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Young Remus Lupin

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Molly Weasley

Arthur Weasley

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Charlie Weasley

Xenophilus Lovegood

Severus Snape

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Ken Yukimura

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Jeremy Gilbert

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may85 · 8 years ago

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Title: Coming Home Character: Denny Duquette TV: Grey's Anatomy Warnings: None. Fluff Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner Denny checked his watch and adjusted the cuff of his sweater as he sighed. He was a jealous, impatient man at times. Not in a bad way, of course; he was just missing his girl. Y/N Krane was the light in his life. She gave him a new meaning to living when he was at his lowest. There for him during his troubles and transplant, she did everything to take care of him. Even when he was a righteous asshole and didn't deserve an ounce of sympathy or love. It had been two years since his successful surgery and Denny dedicated his life to making Y/N feel loved. There had been a death in her family, one of her cousins having passed away from their injuries resulting from a car crash. He had wanted to go, but he had an important check up scheduled for his heart. Y/N wasn't going to let him miss it. The door to Gate C3 opened, the passengers all hurrying to get to their belongings. Denny craned his neck this way and that, trying to see the top of Y/N’s head. Standing on his tiptoes, he finally saw the familiar pattern of Y/N’s favorite plaid button down shirt. It was open, a black shirt underneath it with her jacket draped over her arm. She wore a backpack and had the other bag in her hand. Stopping at the edge of the carpet, he watched her as she scanned the busy airport, a frown was on her face and her brow pinched. The smile that Denny had when he originally saw her, slowly slipped from his face. He knew that there were very few of her family that she got along with and he was instantly worried. She finally spotted him. He saw her bottom lip quivering before her she bit it. Oh this was not good. She briskly walked over to Denny, dropping her bag and jacket when she got to him. Without any words, Y/N hugged him, her arms tight around his shoulders. Their faces buried in each others necks, they both breathed in deeply, a content sigh leaving them at the familiar scent of one another. Denny lifted his head slightly, his lips near her ear, “I missed you, baby,” He felt her squeeze him as she kissed his neck, “Missed you too Denny,” Her voice was teary and thick with emotion. He pulled back lifting her head with both hands. He wanted to ask her if she was alright, but she beat him to it, “Can we go home? I'm so wore out,” His thumbs caressed the dark circles under her eyes just below her glasses, “Yeah. Let's go Sweetheart,” Kissing her forehead, Denny then bent at the waist and picked up her bag as she put on her coat. He held his hand out to her, threading their fingers together the second her palms touched his. The ride home was too quiet; not even the sound of the radio helped fill the void. Even though Y/N napped, her face and body were strained. °°°°°° Denny touched the half hoop, gauge earring that dangled from Y/N’s earlobe, waking her up. “We're home,” he said, softly. As she sat up and gave him a tired smile, her back popped. Denny was out and over at her door, helping her swaying body out of the car. As soon as they were inside, Y/N sighed as some of the tension left her shoulders. “I'm gonna go take a shower,” she whispered. Denny was growing more and more concerned. He wanted to address the elephant in the room, but he didn't want to add to her stress. “Mind if I join you?” he asked. Y/N blushed, adding some much needed color to her cheeks, “Please,” “You go get in. I'll be there in a minute,” he said. After putting her bag by the washer for later, Denny went to their bedroom and turned down the bed. He undressed, leaving his clothes in a pile by the dresser. Steam had already risen from the shower, giving the mirror a frosted look. The fresh scent of Y/N’s shampoo and conditioner was welcomed, letting Denny know that she was finally and truly home. Opening the curtain, Y/N covered her breasts as a blast of cool air hit her. “Sorry, baby,” Denny apologized, quickly closing the curtain. She moved out from under the spray, letting Denny use the hot water to wash his own hair. In a comfortable silence, they took turns washing one another. Once Y/N was rinsed, Denny pulled her to him. His hand slicked back her short, wet hair, then cupped her cheek. “You okay?” he asked, wiping away some droplets of water with his thumb. She shrugged, the dullness coming back into her eyes. Holding her close to him, his hands now resting on her waist, he leaned his head back slightly to look into her eyes, “You know you can tell me anything, Sweetheart.” “I know. I just…” she trailed off on a sigh. “Just what Y/N?” he caressed her side as he waited for her to speak. “I just want to enjoy a quiet evening. There was so much noise this past weekend,” Denny nodded, reaching back to shut the water off. “C'mon, let's eat something and watch a movie.” °°°°°° Dressed in pajamas and looking slightly more alert, Denny had the night planned out with some classic comedies, pizza and ice cream. Y/N was laid out on the couch, and Denny was more than ready to snuggle up with her. Just as soon as he had started to climb over her body, her phone rang. “Damnit,” He leaned over her, boxing her in, “Don't answer it,” She dropped her arm, looking up at him with the first genuine smile that he'd seen from her all night. He grinned, bending his arms as he leaned down to kiss her. Just as the kiss took a turn for the heated, her phone rang again. Denny was becoming aggravated at the person calling. He rested his head on her breast, sighing, “We're turning that thing off,” She chuckled, lifting the phone. The smile fell from her face as she swiped across the screen to answer. Putting her finger up to her lips, she turned on the speakerphone, “Hello?” “Too good to answer your damn phone the first time?” The male voice said, angrily. Denny's brows shot up to his hairline as he watched Y/N’s eyes close. He knew what her family was like, but never had met them. Now he understood why. “I just got home-” she replied, only to be interrupted. “You want to tell me why I had to hear about the funeral from your Grandmother?” Y/N sighed, sitting up while Denny straddled her legs. “It wasn't my place-” “I don't care who's place it was!” the man roared. “I didn't even know your number, Dad!” That was her father?! Denny felt his anger rise. “You are so ungrateful, you know that?! Just like your mother!” Denny saw red when he heard Y/N whimper. “Don't ever call me again,” she said, her voice shaking. She hung up, turning the phone off. “Y/N?” Denny said, touching her hand. “I'm nothing like her… nothing,” she whispered. When Denny tried to hug her, she held up a hand, a sob breaking from her. He understood, knowing that she needed a moment. “I'm sick of always being the whipping boy. No matter what I do, I'm constantly in the wrong. I'm just… sick of it… I'm done,” Denny's eyes shot up to her face. He knew that broken tone. That tone that said, ‘I'm done with life!’, that tone that was nothing but defeat. “Y/N,” he said. The second she looked at him, he swooped down, moving his lips over hers using soft caresses and firm pulls as he kissed the very life from her. Her breath hitched as she returned the kiss, her hands bunching at his shirt on his sides. Y/N whimpered as Denny bobbed his head slowly with hers as the kiss went on. Finally, he slowed the kiss, holding her lips between his as he slowly pulled back. The slight smack of their lips disconnecting was tempting him to go back in for more. “I want you to listen to me,” he started, moving his fingers over her closed eyelids, “You are perfect,” Her eyes popped open, swimming in unshed tears. “You are everything, do you understand?” Denny's bottom lip trembled at the realization at how she had been treated all her life, “You are my everything,” “Denny-” “It's my turn. I won't let you give up, Y/N… I can't let you,” The tears finally ran down her cheeks as she listened. “Sweetheart, I'm sorry that you had an damn awful upbringing, but you are not the whipping boy. I see a strong, beautiful woman that I have the privilege to call mine... Okay,” “I love you, Denny,” she cried, resting her head on his shoulder. “I love you too, baby,” he said, just as tearfully. That night, Denny showed Y/N that she was loved and cherished… and that she was finally home. 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murphslass · 4 years ago

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Imagine Denny Getting Frustrated With Your Phone

Warnings: fluff, smut, swearing

It was date night for you and your boyfriend, it felt great to finally get away from work. Last few weeks have been rough with back to back hours and making sure Denny took care of himself after the surgery. But this was your time for you guys to enjoy each other’s company. He had made a beautiful dinner and put on your favorite movie. He was always so sweet. You had finished your food and Denny cuddled with you on the couch as the movie went on.

“Can’t believe you remembered this was my favorite.”

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t remember my baby’s favorite things? I mean damn baby. Was your ex that careless and unthoughtful?”

“I mean, I’m not really used to all the affection and attention you give me.”

“Well get used to it babe.”

He said as he kissed your temple. You smiled and snuggled in his chest. He rubbed small circles on your lower back and smiled at how cute you looked. He hummed and enjoyed the warmth you both shared before kissing you gently. You smiled against his lips and cupped his cheek with your hand. He pulled away and licked his lips before kissing you deeper. You moaned at his touch and let him move to hover over you. The kiss was about to get heated until your phone loudly rang.

“Dammit.”

“Sorry. It’s work.”

Denny sighed as you answered and tried to kiss you again but you covered his mouth as you spoke to your coworkers. He groaned as he took your hand and let his lips wonder to your neck. You gasp lightly and let him do it but it was really distracting. He smiled as he looked at you trying to conceal your moans. He took it a step further and cupped your covered sex into his hand. You bit your lips holding in your voice. Denny laughed a bit and sucked on your neck. His fingers working to unbotton your jeans. You gripped his wrist but it didn’t stop him from teasing you over your panties. He leaned and moaned into your neck as his fingers worked under your panties.

“Sarah, just put the papers onto my desk. I’ll take care of it on Monday.”

Quickly you hung up and hit Denny’s shoulder. He just laughed at you.

“Don’t do that! I was on the phone Denny!”

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself. Besides you really want me stop baby?”

You whimpered as he worked your wet pussy. He groaned against your neck as your fingers tangled in his hair. Your hips grinded into his hand and you felt yourself about to come. He stopped and you groaned out of frustration. He smirked down at you and undid his belt. As he worked himself out his pants you tossed off your own pants and shirt. Denny laughed lightly as he shrugged off his shirt. He kiss you deeply and took your arms to wrap around his neck. You gripped onto his large frame. You whined as he grinded his covered cock against your panties.

“Denny please. I want you so bad.”

“Yeah? Let’s get rid of these panties babe.”

He reached down and pulled them down your soft legs and tossed them on the ground. He did the same with his boxers and leaned to kiss you. But your stupid phone rang again. He growled and rested his forehead on your chest. You quietly said you were sorry.

“Fuck, we’re turning that thing off.”

You laughed and put your phone on silent. This was your time. Only you and Denny and existed in that moment.

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ffakc · 4 years ago

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The Weather Outside is Frightful - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

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“For Rhinebeck, we’re looking at up to five inches per hour! Make sure you’ve got your milk and bread, folks, it’s going to be a doozy!” the weather man proclaimed. My husband changes the channel to our favorite trashy reality TV channel.

“I’d like to get five inches per hour,” I mutter for myself with a smirk and snuggle up under a fuzzy blanket.

“What did you just say?” Jeff laughs.

“Oh, nothing,” I sigh. Jeff is still giggling to himself. My silver fox leans over and growls in my ear.

“If you wanted to have sex, all you had to do was say so,” he kisses my neck with an obnoxious “MWAH!” sound.

“You’re so damn cute,” I try my best to climb onto my husband’s lap.

“How are you so hot even in your jammies, baby girl?” I grab his cheeks and kiss him.

“I don’t feel very hot,” I gesture to my VERY pregnant belly. Jeffrey scoffs.

“Nonsense! You’re carrying OUR child, that’s the most badass thing a lady can do!” he kisses my lips sweetly as he rubs the taut skin, “I love my girls.”

“We love you too, Daddy,” I smile and rock my hips against Jeff’s thigh. I moan with delight.

“Think about it this way, you’re rearranging your organs to bring a life into this world! How cool is that?”

“Jeff, that’s gross,” I laugh.

“I guess you’re right,” he chuckles. “So, what do my gals want for dinner, hm?”

“If I had my way, Pizza Hut stuffed crust. I’ve been craving that for a good week now. But I’m not about to make a delivery driver trek through this,” I climb off my man’s lap and rub his knee.

“Sweetheart, I’ve got a massive four wheel drive. Do you want pizza? I’ll get you pizza,” Jeff smiles, standing up off the couch.

“Yes please, Daddy. You’re so sweet.” I pull up the website on my phone, “What do you want?” I run my fingers over my stomach, which is now growling.

“You know I’m not picky,” Jeff grabs his keys and uses his remote start to warm his beast of a truck.

“Extra red onions, black olives, and sausage then,” I reply, Jeff hands me his card and kisses my forehead. “Ooh, and maybe a syrupy sweet fountain Pepsi?”

“You better be suckin’ on a breath mint then before you get near these lips! Also, Pepsi? Really? Oh, you better be fuckin’ messing with me.” I rest my sore feet on the ottoman and nod as Jeff pets my hair. “Fine, whatever. I’ll get you horse piss.” I laugh. That man is hopelessly addicted to his Coca Cola. “Anything else while I’m out?”

“Maybe a pregnancy test? I’ve been feeling weird lately,” I joke.

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying,” Jeff rolls his eyes with a grin and pulls on his flannel jacket, placing an unlit cigarette between his lips.

“Drive safe! I love you,” I blow him a kiss.

“I love you too, baby girl.”

***

“That’s your Daddy,” I trace my fingers over my belly, watching a rerun of Grey’s Anatomy that happened to be on. “He’s already wrapped around your little finger and he hasn’t even seen you in person yet,” I giggle. “We are so excited to meet you, baby girl.”

“Dinner is served, darlin’!” Jeff calls out and sets the pizza on the counter. I sit myself up a little straighter. Little flutters ripple across my abdomen.

“Jeff! Babe, come here!” I gesture to my stomach.

“Watching Daddy, hm? Wow, I miss my dark hair,” Jeff laughs and gets to his knees on the floor in front of the couch. I place his hand on my stomach and gently press my hand on top of his.

“Do you feel that? As soon as she heard your voice, she started moving.” Jeff gasps as a wide smile crosses his lips.

“I’m so in love with her already,” he kisses the little lumps where I assume a hand or a foot poked through. “That’s my daughter, my fucking daughter. It’s still so surreal to say. I’ve wanted a little girl for God knows how long,” he lowers his voice to a whisper, “I’ve loved you since the moment Mama said she was pregnant with you. Don’t you break your daddy’s heart, sweet pea.”

“I can’t imagine bringing a child into this world with anyone else,” I reply and kiss my husband deeply. “Alright, I suppose I should get up!” I grab Jeff’s outstretched hand and he pulls me off the couch. I place my pizza on a paper plate. Jeff looks me up and down.

“Look how fucking cute you are, doll. Daddy loves giving his gal what she wants,” my husband remarks and kisses my cheek. I sink my teeth into the greasy pizza and moan with delight. “Is it everything you hoped it would be?”

“God, yes. The grease makes my soul happy,” I laugh. Jeff sits on the barstool at the kitchen counter.

“So, umm, yeah,” my husband clears his throat. “Usually I couldn’t give two shits what people say on social media, but...” Jeff heaves a heavy sigh. “I was scrolling through Twitter while waiting for pizza and I saw a few comments here and there about how I’m too old for this,” he places a hand on my stomach.

“That’s stupid,” I roll my eyes.

“They say I’m too old for you too,” he grabs his phone and adjusts his bifcocals, “‘Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s going to be 72 when that kid graduates and his sugar baby’s going to be 42. You ever think about how weird that is? Ew. Poor kid.’ I keep telling myself it do-“ a single tear falls down his face as he places his phone back on the counter.

“It doesn’t matter, Jeffrey,” I cup his cheek my hand and kiss him. “Aww, baby, come here,” I hold his head against my chest. “You already cherish this baby with every ounce of love you have and that’s literally all our girl could ask for, is a Mommy and Daddy who want nothing more than to love her with all their hearts. Age is but a number, sweetheart. My dad was older when he had us kids and it didn’t affect his parenting one single bit. Also, calling me a sugar baby when anyone who follows me on any social media platform knows I never shut the fuck up about how much I love my husband.” Jeff laughs to himself. “I’d have to be in REALLY deep with the sugar baby thing if I let my sugar daddy put a living, breathing child inside me.”

“Yeah, you are absolutely right,” Jeff sniffles and kisses me. “They can call me ‘old’ all the live long day, but coming for my incredible wife and unborn child? I don’t take too kindly to that. That hurts. I swear, I think your pregnancy hormones are affecting me too,” he teases and flicks his tears away.

“I don’t blame you! That shit is rude and uncalled for!” I exclaim and take a bite of pizza. “Sorry, I got distracted,” I wipe my mouth with a napkin. “What can I say? I’m eating for two.”

“You are indeed,” Jeff smiles, he murmurs something to himself and gives my backside a squeeze. He nibbles his pizza.

“What’s that, Daddy?” I look up at him with innocent eyes and take a long sip of my drink.

“I said, ‘that ass’,” You’ve gotten so curvy, baby. Pregnancy looks real good on you. Who gave you the right to be so damn sexy?” I wiggle my hips as wetness pools between my thighs. “You’re lucky I don’t just shove this pizza off the counter and fuck you right here.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I smirk. I pull down my top slightly, revealing my overgrown and engorged breasts.

“Baby doll,” Jeff whines. I run my fingers over the zipper of his jeans, earning a moan from my gorgeous older man. He places one veiny, strong hand on my hip and the other in my hair as he kisses me deeply. His hand travels to my belly as his breath shudders against my lips.

“I love these new curves,” Jeff groans. “Why does this big, round pregnant belly turn me on so much?”

“Because you know it means you bred me so good?” I suggest, squeezing my breasts together. “Making my tits bigger, making my hips wider.”

“God yes. What can I do to make my gal feel good tonight?”

“Well, I’ve had another craving that isn’t pizza,” I trail my fingers down his chest, “A hot, steamy shower with my hands in your hair and your mouth on my needy, wet pussy. Oh Daddy, I need you.”

“Oh my,” Jeff clicks his tongue, his face flushing slightly, “You know how much I love devouring that sweet pussy. I could do that all day, every day if you’d let me.”

“I’d let you!” I pipe up, and Jeff laughs, dunking his crust in pizza sauce. “Just don’t put any pepper flakes on your pizza,” I wink and Jeff laughs even harder.

“Good lord, you really think I’d do that to you?”

“I don’t know, maybe! Now, let’s finish dinner, dessert is waiting for you,” I rub my husband’s shoulders and he lets out a satisfied groan. I throw my plate in the trash, “I’ll meet you in the shower,” I whisper against his ear. Jeff shoves the rest of his food in his mouth and chases after me. I crank the shower up as hot as it can go, Jeff grabs me by the waist from behind and rubs against me as he kisses my neck. I can feel how hard he is in his fitted jeans. I slip out of my clothes and my husband does the same, his cock throbbing as he slides out of his underwear.

“Look at what you do to me,” Jeff gestures downward.

“Oops,” I step under the water. I brush two fingers over my clit and whimper, then offer them to Jeff. He sucks them seductively. “Look what you do to ME.”

“Fuck girl, you taste so sweet,” his hands rest on my pregnant belly as I wrap my arms around his neck as we kiss.

“I need to sit down,” I remark and bite my lip. I sit back on the shower bench.

“That’s my good girl. You sit back and relax, pull my hair, and let Daddy enjoy himself. Don’t you move a muscle, let me do all the work, sweetheart,” Jeff ghosts his hot breath against me, smirking up at me. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He lets out a low growl of pleasure.

“You tease,” I whine, “Please Daddy, please. I need it, Jeffrey.” Jeff buries his face in what’s his. The water falls softly against his tanned skin.

“You taste so damn GOOD, girl,” Jeff rasps. A little bit of Negan slipped out with that statement. He breathes heavily as his mouth overtakes my most sensitive parts. His fingers curl inside me. My whole body jerks.

“Jeff! Oh my god!” I gasp. My silver fox groans loudly.

“Oh Princess, I want to make you scream. I want you to make an absolute fucking mess on my face,” he spreads my legs as far as my exhausted body can go and circles my throbbing clit with his ever-flickering tongue. God, what a talented tongue my gorgeous husband has.

“Jeffrey! Jeffrey, oh fuck! I’m so close, baby. Please, baby. Please, I need you so damn bad,” I plead, grasping onto his graying locks. He sucks gently as if I’m his favorite lollipop and smirks up at me. “FUCK!” I cry out, “JEFF! OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I can’t hold back, profanity and filthy, wet mouth sounds fill the air. My orgasm hits me like a powerful earthquake, a tidal wave of pure ecstasy. As if a surge of lightning coursed through my entire body. Jeff pants, planting soft kisses on my inner thighs. I stroke his hair as he kisses me passionately, my legs still trembling.

“Was is it as good for you as it was for me?” Jeff smiles.

“Oh god, better than I could have ever imagined, Daddy. I love you so damn much,” I breathe heavily.

“I love you more than anything. You make me the luckiest, Mrs. Morgan.”

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murphslass · 4 years ago

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Imagine Denny Being Romantic

Warning: fluff and slight smut

“Baby c’mon I gotta surprise for you!”

Denny shouted from the living room, you laughed at his enthusiasm and walked out of your bedroom. Denny had been planning something all day and kept you in bed until it was ready. Whatever it was. He stood in the middle of the room surrounded by all kinds of goodies. He even held a bouquet of your favorite flowers. White roses. The nice fluffy blankets laid across the ground and candles lighting the room in a dim warm setting. A couple of plush pillows, a bottle of champagne and some assorted chocolates.

“Denny, this is all so amazing. But why?”

“Because I love you. And I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you.”

He smiled and held out the flowers to you, reaching for the bouquet you took a long breath of the flowers. They were so beautiful. Denny’s smile was bright and his eyes were peering onto you. You placed the flowers onto the coffee table and embraced Denny into your arms.

“Thank you so much Denny. This is all perfect.”

“Glad you like it baby. Here let’s lay down and just take in the atmosphere.”

You nodded as he helped you to relax onto the soft blankets that were carefully arranged. They felt so nice and warm as Denny kissed you deeply. His hand cradling your face and his weight pressing down on your body.

“I love you baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Denny.”

You say as your fingers combed through his short dark hair. He grinned and rested next to your body. He held your hand and cuddled with you. Reminiscing about how you guys met and all the time you spent together. It was so nice. You nestled into the crook of his neck and ran your hand over his covered chest. It felt nice to have him home after visiting the hospital. You knew he was cranky being stuck but thankfully his surgery was successful. He turned his body to lay over yours and held you tightly in his arms.

“You mean the world to me babe.”

He said as his lips kissed at your neck, you giggled as his stubble tickled. Denny then gradually began to lick and suck onto your skin. A moan left your lips and hands entangled into his hair. He groaned against you as his hands gripped your body. You moaned his name as he grinded his hardness into your covered core.

“Baby, I need you.”

“Are you sure it’s okay to do that? I mean your heart...”

“Trust me I’m all good. And trust me not having sex with you for months on end, was driving me crazy.”

You bit your lip as he sat up to throw off his shirt. You did the same and let him take control. Denny kissed you more urgently, his tongue diving into your mouth. His warm skin pressing against yours. Denny was sure to take his time with you and made sure you came multiple times. You had to stop him from going further and express how wore out you were.

“What did I wear you out or something?”

He said while laughing at your tired body. You were too exhausted to say anything as he sat up to pour some champagne in a couple of glasses.

“Here.”

You smiled and reached for the glass. It was kinda funny how you both were sitting naked in the middle of the living room. Drinking the sweet alcohol you reached to kiss Denny’s cheek.

“This was really nice Denny.”

“Well you deserve to have this all the time. You’re amazing baby.”

A blush creeped across your face as he pulled you to kiss him again.

“I never want this to end.”

“Me either.”

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murphslass · 4 years ago

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Sleepy Head

Request: @theichabbieclub , Denny x reader where he's close to being discharged and reader needs sleep but they have nightmares so they try to stay awake with like coffee and stuff but soon enough reader falls asleep standing up and denny pulls them into his lap? Cause that sounds soft af 🌨️🥺🤍

Warnings: pure fluff :)

Heart surgery. Again. This had been hard on yourself and Denny. You knew he had a bad heart and he tried to make sure he was okay but it couldn’t stop him from all of the sudden collapsing in your living room. Quickly calling 911 and rushing him to Seattle Grey’s. Waiting was the worst part. They took him to surgery and you had been pacing around. Maybe sleeping would help. That was a mistake when you fell asleep in the waiting area and woke up screaming from a nightmare about Denny. A nurse calmed you down and made sure to check on Denny.

Soon he was out of surgery and it was successful. You were beyond relieved and immediately got taken to see Denny. He was still loopy from the anesthesia and he wore a smile seeing you. You walked over to his side and held his hand.

“Are you an angel?”

“No Denny.”

You shook your head at him and watched him fall asleep. A few days passed making sure his vitals were stable before being discharged. He wanted nothing more than to go home. But you made sure he stayed put. Only one more night. You stayed by his side and drank nothing but coffee to prevent the nightmares. However Denny saw how tired you were.

“Honey? Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine. How about you?”

Denny sighed as he saw you holding a cup of coffee by his bedside.

“Don’t worry. I’m worried about you baby.”

“I’m just fine. I promise. Look one more night and we’ll go right back home.”

He smiled at you and saw you take sip of the bitter drink. Denny read a book you had provided as you stood by him. You placed your drink down as the doctor came by for updates on his health. He was cleared for tomorrow. You were excited and returned to his side. He began reading aloud as you swayed back and forth on your feet. You cursed yourself as you felt your eyelids becoming heavy. And your body wanted to fall but you were stubborn.

You didn’t remember most of what happened afterward but woke up with Denny holding you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take up your space.”

“Shh, go back to sleep. You’ve too busy taking care of me. Now let me take care of you.”

“But I can’t. I don’t want have nightmares again.”

He kissed your cheek and pulled you further into his arms. He brought your legs to rest onto his lap, your arms held on his neck as his arms secured you in place.

“Don’t worry. If you get scared I’ll be here baby.”

You smiled and snuggled into his neck. He gently ran his fingers through your hair and massage your lower back. You soon gave in and slept peacefully.

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murphslass · 4 years ago

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Thankful For You

Request: @ffakc , I have a request I just thought of! Denny coming home from the hospital and Reader can’t keep her hands off him, she missed him so much.

Request: fluff, smut (Also Happy late Thanksgiving!)

“Denny! You’re home!”

You rushed to your boyfriend’s arms and hugged him tightly. He had been in surgery for a long time and his recovery was going great. Denny had been hoping to get home to see you and because he hated hospitals.

“Honey, as nice as this is, you’re squeezing a bit hard.”

“Well love hurts.”

You giggled and pulled away. He smiled at you and let you lead him to the kitchen.

“Look I was actually cooking your favorite. I know you’re probably tired of hospital food.”

“Aww babe. You’re so good to me.”

He kissed your cheek and watched you stir some sauce in a pan. Denny reached over your shoulder and shut off the burner. You look at him confused for a moment.

“Why’d you do that?”

“I missed you and wanna spend time with you sweetie.”

“But I’m still cooking.”

“Well I was kinda hoping to do something else.”

You blushed and realized what he was talking about.

“Dr. Burke cleared me for, let’s just say, physical activity.”

You hit his chest playfully and he laughed lightly. He pulled you to kiss his lips more deeply. You had been wanted to do this with him but were trying to be cautious of his condition. But as long as he was sure then you were up to it. He picked you up by the waist and brought you to lay on the couch. He kissed over your lips and his hands all over you. Your hands felt over his as well. You only fooled around but never went all the way to be careful of his heart. He of course said he would be okay but you quickly shut it down for his well being.

“I’m so happy you’re mine Y/N.”

He said while kissing along your jaw and neck. You moaned and brought your hands into his hair. Denny pressing into yours and his hands reaching to pull your legs around his waist. Your went to pull his shirt off but he stopped. You looked at his face and saw he was hesitant.

“What’s wrong babe?”

“It’s just, I’ve got a big scar after the surgery...”

He leaned up and stopped. You sat up and hugged him. Trying to reassure him that he was fine the way he is.

“Baby, it’s okay. I promise you’re still so hot.”

“No, don’t look.”

“Here. Let me see, I promise I’ll still want you no matter what.”

He sighed and slowly took off his shirt. You eyed his chest and saw the scar going along his chest. It wasn’t bad but you could tell it bothered Denny, you shifted into his lap. Your fingers ran down the scar and you could tell Denny was nervous. You leaned down carefully and kissed along the scar. His breathing began to become heavy and his hands rested ontop of your thighs.

“Mm baby.”

“I missed you so much. I’m glad you’re home.”

You said while kissing up his neck to his lips. He lowly moaned into your lips as your hips grinded into him. His hands went up your sides and tugged at your shirt. You threw your shirt over your head and immediately Denny pressed kisses on your chest. Luckily you didn’t wear a bra so he had less work to do. His lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked lightly on your breast. You moaned at his touch as he switched to give the other one equal attention. You moaned and moved your hips against his more to feel how needy he was.

“Let me help.”

You shifted as he reached to undo his jeans. You bit your lip and stood to take off your shorts. He eyed how your hips wiggled and slowly stroked himself at how sexy you looked.

“Please baby, I need you.”

Denny begged as you climbed back on top of him. You gasped as his hand ripped your panties.

“Denny!”

“We’ll buy more, I promise, but I really need you baby.”

He groaned as he guided his tip to tease your wet opening. You moaned as he used it to spread your wetness to your clit, he slowly teased you and smirked at the noises your made. Your hands held on his shoulders and his arm pulled you to press against him. Denny kissed you hungrily as he brought you sink down onto him. You whimpered at the feeling and adjusted to how he felt inside of you. You pulled away and began to moved onto him. He moaned and kept his hands secured on your hips. You moaned at how good he felt and his eyes burning into your own was so good.

“Denny, you feel so good.”

“Y/N. You’re so amazing. I love you.”

He kissed along your chest and your hips began to pick up speed as you rode him. He groaned against your skin and you could his hot breath. Your stuttered as you approached your release and Denny took initiative and moved his hips to thrust into you. You let out a loud moan as he hugged you tightly to keep up his pace. Your arms wrap around his neck as you moaned into his neck.

“Denny! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

“Yes baby. Oh yeah, I’m about to come.”

“Me too.”

He gave one last thrust before moaning loudly. You could feel him filling you and your legs shaking from your own orgasm. He held you for a minute and kissed your shoulder lightly. You pulled away and smiled at him while running fingers through his hair.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

You both giggled.

“That was a good homecoming.”

“You bet it baby. How about we clean up as finish cooking dinner?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You kissed his cheek and continued a nice evening with your Denny.

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