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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I've been trying to articulate this idea for a while and I think I finally got it.
So there's a troll sickness that only affects Grey trolls, or trolls that had been Grey before. When they lose their pigment they also lose something that fights off this illness in brightly colored trolls.
Modern day trolls don't know about it, thank goodness some of the kingdoms kept good records, they just think Grey trolls die young. That's part of why most kept their distance. They wouldn't be able to camouflage and be eaten, or they'd get sick and have no one to take care of them because they pushed everyone away, or one day they'd just, disappear. Three to five years is the longest most trolls have heard of a Grey troll living. There was one country troll that made it nine. A stubborn, crotchety old troll named Willow who became a grey troll the same day she became a widow.
The sickness only takes about twenty percent of Grey trolls.
Others are too scared to leave their homes so they starve to death. Too numb to do anything but sleep so they die of thirst. Too despondent to see that they aren't a burden so they walk themselves into the beast filled forests and never come back. That's why colorful trolls almost instinctively avoid them. Because they'll just end up dying and knowing them will make that hurt and what living thing doesn't try to avoid pain when it can?
Sickness only takes two out of every ten.
That wasn't so bad before every troll in the world went grey. Thanks Barb.
Trolls started getting sick, then they started dying. The mortality rate is at about seventy percent. Funk found their old records and luckily, a potential cure. I'm calling it Grey Away because I think I'm hilarious. It's a bit of a drive to get but Branch immediately volunteers. He doesn't tell anyone that it's because trolls who were grey for longer are more susceptible to the sickness and he wants to get away from the masses.
Naturally Poppy joins too. The brothers, who were visiting to make sure Branch was okay, all decided to join too. They'd get there faster in Rhonda anyway.
Cue road trip of reconciliation! Proper time for the bros to come to terms with everything that happened and how rough it was for Branch especially. They get good at brothering too. Teasing in a way that's funny (usually about Poppy), making food and then stealing bites of said food, playing games and taking them way too seriously, and flipping the table when they catch someone cheating.(It was John Dory, he was feeding Rhonda cards. It was not subtle.) (No one ever catches Floyd who'd been cheating since the game started.)
The first symptom is losing your voice. It takes a day to realize Branch has stopped talking.
The next day he's grey again, another symptom. Poppy mentions that it's a little weird seeing him like that again. She was just getting used to his other colors.
Bros have to put in more effort to understand their youngest who was pretending he wasn't such because he was worried if he got to be too much work they'd leave him again.
Cue healing. And. You know. Saving troll kind. Again.
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The Heart Twerk Prompt List
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Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!
Our first kiss was a drunken mess
Take my hand and we’ll dance like there’s nobody else around
I guess you didn’t mean what you said when you said you love me
How do I forget the things we did
The jukebox is playing a song that reminds me of you
I still l remember how the leather in your car feels as I fucked you in those high heels.
My buckle makes impressions on the inside of her thigh
I came stoned to the house of an angel, too fucked up to get back home
Honey tell me that your love runs true and that I’m always gonna be with you.
Would you love me in a different time
Standing on your momma’s porch, you told me that you’d wait forever
Won’t you take my hand and be with me my dear
Baby what do you think about settling down
Part of me wants to leave this place but the other part of me just can’t look away.
If I wrote 4 years of letters hoping you ain’t gone for ever
Hell is a red dress on the dance floor spinning around someone new.
You’d return from war just to pick more fights
My heart is breaking in my chest watching him falling for you.
Why don’t you put on that pretty blue dress, the one you know I like the best.
It’s ok, there ain’t a drop of bad blood
I’d be kidding myself if I didn’t get down on one knee
Don’t mind me I’ll sit right down here just so I can watch you stride down the steps
I’ve missed more than you know
There’s red wine stained on the ceiling
I’m the kind of boy your daddy never wanted you to fall in love with
She’s seeing diamonds but I’m seeing stars
Packed a bag full of my regrets
Show me what you were like when you got a little wild
I swear I was scared to death
If I let you buy that ring, I could have been her
She’s got a little style and a Hollywood smile
I’ve turned the page on the old me
I pick up every time that you call.
I wasn’t trying very hard to love you back
There ain’t denying we’ve been fighting
I can’t believe you could leave me here like that
I was so terrified of losing you but were already gone
If you ever told me not to run I’d be standing next to you
I’m the definition of what a lucky man is
I’m everything she is and everything she aint.
If you need me dear, I’m still here with the pills and the drugs
She’s wrong for you, baby anyone can see it
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Seeing your post about the bunker hit my heart, do you think that Branch once he gets to see it loves it? Big bro Jd needs some love
This has stayed in my inbox long enough, i wanted to draw a comic for this but ny ipad got confiscated so imma write something for this instead
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"and yeah, that's the bunker" John Dory said lifting his hand from the elevator's lever once they arrived at their next destination, trudging forward nervously he opened the door to a room and motioned for his little brother to tag along.
"and this is your room" JD said waving around the place.
Branch stepped inside with aw, looking around the room with a smile on his face.
"i tried to make it as comfortable for you as possible" John says, "so i customized it to suit you!" He continues a small smile cracking on his face before it falters, " or at least what i thought would suit you... " He continued, the silence that he was met with made him feel uneasy though, and he felt the need to add more.
"You- you can change it up however you want of course- I mean it's your room- this whole place was-was built for you- i mean, you remember the hideout and everything-"
His little spiral was cut off when his baby brother took him into an embrace, his weak drained body leaning fully on his big brother but still holding tight.
John was taken back by the gesture, touch and hugs weren't his thing, they stopped being his thing a long time ago, but he had to force himself from physically jerking away from his baby brother's hug.
Especially when he felt his jacket getting damp where Branch's head lied.
He reluctantly raised his arms and wrapped them around branch, giving him a few pats on the back.
Branch chuckled, then came his voice, "i love it John, i love it so much", JD relaxed at that, Branch loved the room, so that was good.
"and i missed you" Branch adds on.
And JD stiffens.
His grip tightens around Branch, and he can feel his own eyes burning.
"I missed you too, Bitty B"
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