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Greys Anatomy
Alex Karav x Reader.
Mark Sloan x Reader.
Derek Shepherd x Reader.
George o' Malley x Reader.
Owen Hunt x Reader.
Addison Montgomery x Reader.
Callie Tores x Reader.
If you have any one else from Greys i can give it a shot!
Teen Wolf
Derek Hale x Reader.
Stiles Stilinski x Reader.
Peter Hale x Reader.
Isaac Lahey x Reader.
Liam Dunbar x Reader.
Malia Hale x Reader.
Theo Raeken x Reader
If you have any one else from Teen Wolf i can give it a shot!
Stranger things
•Billy Hargrove x Reader
•Steve Harrington x Reader
• Jonathan Byers x Reader
•Robin Buckley x Reader
•Nancy Wheeler x Reader
•Jim Hopper x Reader
•Enzo Antonov x Reader
•Murray Bauman x Reader
•’Smirnoff’ x Reader
•If you have any one else from Stranger Things i can give it a shot!
Prison Break
Lincoln Burrows x Reader.
Michael Schofield x Reader.
Theodore Bagwell x Reader.
Fernando Sucre x Reader.
John Abruzzi x Reader.
Tweener x Reader.
Alexander Mahone x Reader.
If you have any one else from Prison Break i can give it a shot!
Trailer park boys
Ricky x Reader
Julian x Reader
If you have any one else from Trailer park boys i can give it a shot!
Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy x Reader
Ron Weasley x Reader
Nevil Longbottom x Reader
Bellatrix LaStrange x Reader
Fred/George Weasley x Reader
If you have any one else from Harry Potter i can give it a shot!
Others:
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Summary: she can't let him get too close, she has rules for a guy that does nothing but break the rules - not my gif
MasterList
Rule #1, Don't stay over:
Alex and y/n were no strangers to being in each other's personal spaces, at least in the beginning. Someone once said that your love language is what you missed as a child. Physical touch. Growing up with Ellis Gray as a mother and Meredith Gray as a sister, getting a hug was like pulling teeth. Ellis never bothered to show her daughters that type of affection and Meredith just didn't know how.
Alex grew up giving and not receiving. He'd give his siblings the love and support they wanted, but they had to ask. Then none went out of their way to give back. So when he met the girl that wanted nothing but cuddles and kisses he was taken back. When they first started dating in the beginning that's what she wanted. She wanted love and affection, the feeling that someone loved her.
He'd stay over a lot, y/n would sneek him into hers and Meredith's place and he'd fall asleep holding her. That became a routine and it got to the point Alex couldn't sleep without here and vice versa. But he was also having sleepovers in the same house Izzie was living in. At the time she trusted Alex, but she wasn't blind. She could see how the two looked at each other.
Then when walls came tumbling down and Alex walked into the sunset with izzie. There was termoil between the three of them. Alex hated how they left things, but he couldn't help who he fell in love with. But months pass by and izzie would be in his head and he wished it was y/n.
When izzie left Alex he came crawling back. He cried in y/n's arms because in the end she was the only one he felt safe enough to break down to. And he needed to break. Then they started having sex again. Y/n didn't mean for it to happen again, but it did. But every time they had sex she couldn't bring herself to stay over. She'd wait till he fell asleep and would sneak out. Then if Alex was at her place she wouldn't let him stay.
He hated it, he wanted to be in bed with her, hold her and cuddle her like they used to. The rule was set in stone and he knew he brought it on himself. But as the months went on and sex never stopped he'd find loop holes, he'd plan having sex late into the night, after shifts so it would be too late to go anywhere. Sometimes he'd drink a few beers at Joe's before going over to y/n's place knowing she wouldn't let him drive home. The first time he tried that little trick, he slept on the couch, it wasn't what he wanted but it was a start.
His favorite feeling in the world is falling asleep in her bed with his arms around her.
Rule #2, Don't treat him more than a friend:
Before the dating, before izzie ruining everything, Alex was a true friend. And you rant to a friend. She'd never let him all the way in after izzie. She'd talk to him about surgeries, the anger she has for Yang, and anything like that. She'd never tell him anything deep though and Alex hated it. He wanted to talk like they used to and she just kept building that wall between them, Alex knew it was his fault and he just wanted to fix it.
Then he'd just talk to her like he always did, opening up first, being gentle and honest, hoping she'd open up too. Then she would break, he got her to break another rule and opened up to him again. He held on to every word, he cared. He always cared, the last thing he wanted was for her to be in pain. That was one of the rules that was easiest to break, she always trusted him and deep down it never went away even though he hurt her.
Rule #3, don't have his stuff at my place and vice versa:
When things slowly start moving in so does the person. Y/n used to have his things all over her room. A couple of hoodies, his headphones, leather jackets, anything. The night they broke up Alex came home to a box full of his stuff at the front door of his apartment. Every clue of him was gone and y/n wanted to keep It that way. She would change the sheets, trying to get rid of his scent, washing the clothes she'd wear when they cuddled all night.
It was Alex free and she wanted to keep it that way and she did. Until they started having sex, she'd make sure everything went home with her, panties, clothes, everything. She didn't want to keep a part of herself at that apartment again. Alex hated having his place clean of her, he wanted to smell her perfume on his pillows again, see her water bottle and books on his nightstand. He kept one thing, a bracelet she accidentally left. She didn't know she left it and Alex kept it close.
When the sex started happening again he'd slowly leave stuff there. Sometimes he'd let her sleep in his shirt then sneak out before she had a chance to give it back. Then he'd leave the smell of his calong on her sheets and bring a toothbrush for the morning then leave it in the cup with hers. Y/n didn't want to admit it was nice to see his stuff starting to blend in with hers. She'd sleep in his shirts again and slowly started letting the rules break, slowly letting him in again.
It was clear the sex was good, but it was only a sliver of what he truly wanted. He wanted all of her and the relationship they once had. He'd take it slow, if that's what she wanted. Even if there were rules, he could be cheeky and break them once and a while, but if it truly mattered to her then he'd listen to every word.
includes: alex karev in the beginning of his peds residency, a seattle grace mercy west merger which involves a new mercy west transfer....
black fem surgical resident! reader x alex karev
song inspiration: ivy- taylor swift
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Y/N walked into Seattle Grace, the bustling environment a sharp contrast to her previous residency. As a new resident transfer, she knew she had to prove herself. Her heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she reported for her first day on Arizona Robbins' pediatric service.
"You're the new resident, Y/N?" Arizona greeted her with a warm smile. "Welcome to Peds. You'll be working closely with Dr. Karev today. He knows my service and he'll help you if you have any questions."
Y/N had heard of Alex Karev's reputation. He was known for his exceptional skills with children but also for his abrasive personality. She was determined not to let his reputed arrogance faze her.
When she met Alex in the pediatric ward, she was struck by his intense eyes and the air of confidence he exuded. "You're the new transfer?" he asked, not looking up from the chart he was reviewing.
"Yes, I'm Y/N," she replied, trying to keep her tone professional.
"Okay, let's get one thing straight. I don't have time to babysit," Alex said, finally looking at her. "Just stay out of my way, and we'll be fine."
Y/N bit back a retort. "I'm here to learn and help. Let's just focus on the patients."
Their first case together was a young boy named Liam, suffering from cardiomyopathy. The child's condition was delicate, and his treatment required careful coordination. Despite their initial friction, both Y/N and Alex were deeply invested in Liam's well-being.
"His latest tests show worsening heart function," Y/N said, frowning at the results. "We need to act fast."
Alex nodded. "We need to discuss his case with Dr. Robbins. If we don't come up with a new plan, he won't make it."
They presented their findings to Arizona, who decided on a risky but potentially life-saving surgery. Throughout the procedure, Y/N and Alex worked in perfect sync, their combined skills bringing the best possible care to Liam. In the days following the surgery, Y/N and Alex found themselves spending more time together. They worked late into the night, monitoring Liam's progress and making sure he was stable.
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One evening, after a particularly exhausting shift, they found themselves alone in the residents' lounge. Alex, surprisingly, broke the silence.
"So, you're a Mercy West transfer?" he asked, his tone less harsh than usual.
"Yeah," Y/N replied, sipping her coffee. "Since the merger. What about you? You've been here a while, right?"
"Yeah, since my intern year." Alex said. "It's a great program. "
Y/N nodded. "I can see that. But I like it so far. The team is great, and the cases are challenging."
Alex looked at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You handled Liam's case well. Most new residents would have freaked out."
Y/N felt a warm flush of pride. "Thanks. You weren't so bad yourself."
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As the weeks passed, they continued to work together, their initial animosity giving way to mutual respect. They shared stories about their backgrounds, their dreams, and their fears. Y/N found herself looking forward to their shifts together, her heart skipping a beat whenever Alex smiled at her. One day, as they were preparing for another surgery, Y/N noticed Alex seemed distracted. "Everything okay?" she asked gently.
Alex hesitated before answering. "Just...family stuff. My brother's in town, and it's complicated."
Y/N placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "If you need to talk, I'm here."
Alex looked at her, surprise and gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks, Y/N. I might take you up on that."
Their bond continued to grow, each moment together strengthening their connection. They laughed more, confided in each other, and began to realize that the line between professional and personal was blurring.
One night, after another successful surgery, they found themselves standing on the hospital roof, the city lights sparkling below them.
"You know," Alex said, his voice soft, "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad you're here."
Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with emotion. "Me too, Alex. Me too."
As they stood there, side by side, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. In the midst of the chaos and the heartbreak of Seattle Grace Mercy West, they had found something unexpected: each other.
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During the weeks following their initial meeting, Y/N and Alex found themselves thrown together in a variety of challenging cases. Each case revealed more about their personalities and work ethics, slowly breaking down the walls they had built around themselves.
In one particularly intense case, they treated a toddler with a rare genetic disorder. The child's condition was rapidly deteriorating, and both Y/N and Alex had to rely on each other to come up with a treatment plan.
"His genetic markers indicate a possible enzyme deficiency," Y/N pointed out during one of their late-night strategy sessions. She was surrounded by stacks of medical journals and lab reports.
Alex leaned over the table, scanning the data. "Good catch. Let's run a specific panel to confirm and then we can start the enzyme replacement therapy."
Their combined efforts paid off, and the toddler began to show signs of improvement. The victory was a turning point in their relationship. They began to see each other as partners rather than competitors.
One day, after a long shift, Y/N and Alex found themselves in the on-call room, too exhausted to go home. They lay on opposite bunks, the room dimly lit by a small bedside lamp.
"Why did you choose pediatrics?" Y/N asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
Alex turned his head to look at her. "Kids are resilient. They can go through hell and still bounce back. I guess I wanted to be a part of that."
Y/N nodded, understanding. "I get that. I love their spirit, their will to fight. It’s inspiring."
As the days turned into weeks, they shared more personal stories. Y/N learned about Alex’s difficult childhood and his struggles with his family. In return, Y/N opened up about her own challenges, including the pressures she faced at her previous residency.
Their late-night conversations became a routine, each one drawing them closer. They began to anticipate each other's needs in the operating room, moving with a synchronicity that amazed their colleagues.
One evening, after successfully performing a complex surgery on a newborn, they sat in the hospital cafeteria, finally allowing themselves to relax.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" Y/N asked with a smile.
Alex chuckled. "Yeah, I wasn't exactly welcoming."
"That's an understatement," Y/N replied, laughing. "But you've grown on me, Karev."
"You too, Y/N. You too."
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the bustling cafeteria faded away. They both knew something significant had shifted between them.
As the relationship evolved, so did their feelings. They began to steal glances at each other in the hallways, their touches lingered a little longer, and their conversations took on a deeper, more intimate tone.
One night, after another grueling shift, they found themselves alone on the hospital roof again, the cool night air providing a welcome respite.
"Sometimes, I wonder how I got so lucky to have you as a partner," Alex said, his voice sincere.
Y/N turned to him, her heart pounding. "I feel the same way, Alex."
He reached out, taking her hand in his. The touch was electrifying, sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine. They stood there, hand in hand, the city lights below them, knowing that they had found something rare and precious in each other.
He stepped closer, cupping her face in his hands. "Then let's see where this goes."
They shared their first kiss under the starlit sky. From that moment on, they faced every challenge together, their love growing stronger with each passing day. In the chaotic world of Seattle Grace Mercy West, they had found their calm, their solace, and their love.
Mark Sloan x Female Trauma Surgeon (OC)
Post Season 5 of Grey's Anatomy
Mark Sloan wasn’t a believer in fate. He was a believer in lucky timing, a killer smile, and the power of a great suit.
And today? Today was definitely lucky.
The woman at the coffee cart was alone, tapping a manicured finger on her phone while waiting on what looked like the most unnecessarily complicated order he’d ever heard. Cinnamon? Oat milk? A caramel drizzle?
He grinned.
She had long blonde hair tucked half-heartedly into a claw clip, a soft, oversized sweater hanging off one shoulder, and legs for days beneath fitted slacks. She looked like a lifestyle blogger wandered onto the Seattle Grace campus by accident.
Definitely not a surgeon.
Which meant she was fair game.
Mark stepped up beside her, turning on the charm. “You know, if your coffee takes longer than an appendectomy to make, that’s how you know it’s not really coffee.”
She didn’t even look up. “Or maybe it’s just how you know it’ll be good.”
His grin widened.
“I’m Mark.”
That got her attention. She lifted her head and pinned him with wide blue eyes that sparkled like mischief and caffeine. “Oh,” she said sweetly. “One of those.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Those?”
“You know.” She waved her hand lazily. “The ‘I’m Mark’ types. Strong jaw, smug smile, charming in a you-know-you-are way. Probably a doctor. Plastic surgeon? Definitely not pediatrics.”
Mark actually laughed. “Wow. That was… a disturbingly accurate personality autopsy.”
“I watch a lot of Dateline,” she replied breezily, accepting her drink with a smile. “Thanks for the diagnosis, Dr. Mark. Enjoy your lukewarm, personality-free drip coffee.”
She walked off without a second glance, sipping like she won the war.
Mark stood there, stunned into something dangerously close to impressed.
When he walked into the attendings' lounge forty minutes later, Mark was still thinking about her. Her voice. Her sass. Her mouth. What that mouth would look like saying his name—under very different circumstances.
Then Owen Hunt came in behind him and said, “Dr. Sloan, this is Dr. Cameron Blake, our new trauma attending.”
Mark turned.
There she was.
The coffee cart woman.
In scrubs. Hair pulled back properly. Badge clipped to her top. Looking tiny next to Hunt, but standing with the confidence of someone who’d held a heart in her hands and told death to wait its turn.
Mark blinked. “You’re Dr. Blake?”
She smiled slowly, like she knew exactly what was happening in his head.
“I am. And you must be Dr. Mark.”
Owen looked between them. “You two know each other?”
Cameron—Dr. Blake—sipped her coffee with that same smug satisfaction. “Briefly. He made fun of my order. I destroyed his ego. It was very bonding.”
Mark opened his mouth, but Hunt clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Play nice. She’s got trauma experience from Mercy West, Hopkins, and two years with Doctors Without Borders.”
Then he left them alone, because Owen had the social skills of a brick.
Mark turned to her, arms crossed. “You could’ve told me you were a surgeon.”
“You could’ve not assumed I wasn’t.”
“Touche.”
He leaned against the counter, studying her. She was shorter than he’d realized, but she carried herself like someone who didn’t need height to be commanding. She had this deceptive sweetness to her face—big eyes, soft voice, a smile that made people underestimate her right before she metaphorically (or literally) elbowed them in the ribs.
It was a thing. And now it was his thing.
“So, trauma?” he asked.
“Yep. Bleeding, guts, adrenaline. All the good stuff.”
“I usually try to put people back together without the guts.”
“Let me guess—boobs and butts?”
“Faces too,” he said, mock-offended. “I’m an artist, not a perv.”
She laughed, and it was a real laugh. Not polite. Not condescending. Just surprised and warm.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Dr. Sloan.”
Over the next week, Mark tried to get her out of his head—and failed spectacularly.
She was everywhere. In the pit, calling trauma codes with blood on her gloves and fire in her voice. In the attendings’ lounge, stealing the last clean mug and grinning at him like it was a game. In the OR board, somehow already on everyone’s radar for being good.
Bailey liked her. Hunt respected her. Callie said, “She’s a chaos gremlin and I adore her.”
Meredith, of course, said, “She’s like if Izzie had Cristina’s backbone.”
And that was the thing—she was soft and sharp, pretty and ruthless, warm and smart enough to see through every line Mark tried.
She didn’t avoid him. But she didn’t fall for his usual flirt-and-flatter routine either.
And that just made him want her more.
It finally came to a head on a Thursday.
They were in an elevator, post-trauma, both covered in blood. He had a tear in his scrub top. She had a smear across her cheek she hadn’t noticed.
Mark looked over at her and said, “You’ve got something…”
She turned her cheek toward him automatically.
Instead of wiping it with a sleeve, he used his thumb, brushing the streak gently. Too gently. It lingered a second longer than it needed to.
Cameron blinked.
“…Thanks,” she said.
He didn’t move back.
“You’re dangerous, Dr. Blake.”
“I’ve heard.”
“You pretend to be all sunshine and cinnamon. But you’ve got knives in your smile.”
“And yet you keep showing up.”
“Maybe I like the danger.”
The elevator doors opened. She didn’t move.
Then she leaned closer, just an inch. Close enough that he could smell her—coffee, shampoo, and adrenaline.
“I’m not interested in being another name in your phone, Mark.”
“What if I said I want to learn your coffee order instead?”
She stepped out of the elevator, walking backward.
“Then I’d say I hope you like cinnamon oat milk with a caramel drizzle.”
She winked.
Mark stood there in the elevator, watching the doors close between them with the slow grin of a man who’d just found his favorite challenge.
"Your language is vulgar, you know that?" Alex's voice came through your phone as you eagerly answered his incoming call, sounding... well, like Alex. Not that that surprised you. But you hadn't heard his voice since he'd up and disappeared two months ago. And it was only upon hearing it now that it suddenly hit you that he'd actually picked up.
A little stunned, you stared at your phone, your brain unable to form an answer. You heard a bit of rustling and then Alex spoke again, and your chest deflated with a deep-rooted breath of relief.
"Let me--hold on. I need to find a room."
You were silent again as you registered the sound of childish giggles in the background. There was more rustling, some muffled words, then a door shut and it was quiet.
"Alright," he said, "go on, then. Have at me."
"What?"
"Get mad. Call me names. Insult me. Go on, it's okay."
It wasn't that the thought hadn't crossed your mind. At one point, it had been all that crossed your mind. You wanted to get mad. You wanted to call him names. To insult him. To slap him and shout at him at him and ask him why the fuck didn't you say goodbye?
But the moment you heard his voice, everything vanished. Sat on the couch in the empty house, where he'd sat with you countless times while you watched movies or played board games or hit each other with pillows until Meredith came down and told you to shut up before you woke the kids, it disappeared like smoke.
You'd had your dad once. And you'd had Mark. After losing them, you'd had Alex.
You had Alex.
You hoped you had Alex.
"Hi," you said simply, feeling smaller with him than you ever had.
Alex was quiet for a second, obviously not expecting that. His voice went quiet then. Calm. Like the Alex you knew. "Hi, kid," he said.
"I'm not calling 'cause I'm mad. I'm calling 'cause I miss you."
"I miss you too."
You weren't going to ask why he'd left then, if he missed you that much, if he missed everyone that much, because you didn't think it would be something you would understand for a while. But this call wasn't because you wanted to understand it. This call was because you wanted to hear him. To remind you that he wasn't dead like Derek and Mark, he was alive. Just... somewhere else.
And he knew that. Because he knew you.
"Hey, you wanna switch to facetime? Lemme see your face."
Yeah. He knew you.
Grey’s Masterpost
send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five
plot: you and alex aren't friends but he's the person that sits by your hospital bed day and night until you wake up.
character: alex karev (early seasons) x reader
The steady beeping of the various machines was something that Alex had grown tired of two days ago, the machine's volumes had been turned to 0 but his anxious eyes kept flickering to them every few seconds just to be sure. The background noise of the hospital was something he was used to and it was an oddly comforting sound. Now, the silence of being in the room with you had been nice at first but now that he was here, with you, waiting... just waiting... the silence was unnerving him.
He tapped his foot, checking the clock on the wall. Bailey should've been here by now, she promised him that she'd check on you every two hours. She was late. Anger surged through his body causing his heart to pound and his fists to clench.
"You're such an idiot," he could hear you scolding him in his mind, "if you just stopped dealing with your problems with sheer anger then maybe, maybe people would actually start to like you."
He scoffed.
You and him had hardly been friends. You and the rest of Bailey's interns were the best of friends, all living together in Mer's mom's house so why wasn't George or Izzie or Cristina or Mer here? Why was it Alex? That's all the four of them had been whispering about. Cristina asked Alex, Izzie asked Alex... hell, Bailey even asked Alex. Alex had ignored each of their questions and instead gave some snarky asshole comment with an eye roll. Alex didn't even know why he was here - why he'd purposefully demanded the week off to be by your bedside day and night sleeping on a camping bed with the scratchiest sheets in the world. He didn't know and yet, here he was.
You were annoying. You annoyed him. But since the news of the accident and since you'd been in a coma, Alex couldn't stop thinking about the way you laughed as you teased him. He couldn't get one specific moment out of his head.
You and Alex had been working on a case together - much to your dismay - and Alex had opened up slightly, letting you see that he was much more than what you previously thought.
"So... you're not just an asshole with the emotional range of a teaspoon, who knew?" You helped yourself to the bar stool next to Karev. Joe glanced at you, asking if you wanted your usual to which you nodded.
Alex rolled his eyes, "Whatever."
There was silence for a few seconds before you tried again, "I know you have this hard 'I don't care' exterior," you started, "and I know it's probably because of some past trauma in your life, Karev - believe me we've all got some shit - but..."
"Are you gonna keep giving me a stupid high school girl pep talk or are you gonna shut up and drink?"
It was your turn to roll your eyes now, "Joe, another round please."
As Joe poured the two of you more drinks, Alex sighed and looked at you, "Thanks," he murmured quietly, "I'm not- I don't..." he cleared his throat, "I don't mean to be an asshole all the time... I don't really know... Social shit isn't really my thing."
"Now who's acting like an emotional high school girl?" You teased. Alex laughed, a genuine smile stretched onto his face. Yeah... maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
So after the accident, Alex stayed.
It was then Bailey strode in, chart in hand, "Karev," she said glancing up for a second, "you look like hell. Don't you think you should go home get a proper sleep? Take a damn shower?" She could see the worry in him, she could see how stressed out he was; the dark circles under his eyes, his nails chewed down. Alex might not even know it yet but he cared about you.
"I'm staying," he said with a nod standing to look over her shoulder at your chart, "Any updates?"
"You tell me, you're the one who's been here since she got admitted." Bailey moved to you, turning the volume up on the machines, checking your levels.
"Oxygen levels were a little low at 3am, managed to level them out... No issues since." He nodded, arms crossed with a hand rubbing at his jawline, "Why hasn't she woken up yet, Bailey? She should be-"
"Karev," Bailey said, voice strong, "Go get yourself a cup of coffee, now."
"I don't-"
"Now, Karev. Let me do my damn job and stop hanging over me. Coffee."
With a few harsh words which made Bailey surprisingly laugh, Alex stormed out of your hospital room, storming past O'Malley and Stevens who had come to check in with Bailey on how you were doing.
Bailey leaned down closed to you, "If you die, god help us all... that boy..." she looked to the door where Alex had left from, "he'll be lost forever. So don't you dare, you hear me?"
The coffee machine was a minute's walk away from your room so Alex would know if anything were to happen to you, he would know but he kept checking over his shoulder anyway just in case. He was exhausted, he couldn't remember the last time he'd drank or even the last time he'd eaten. You had consumed him for the last two days; making sure that you were okay was his first priority.
He stopped at the coffee machine punching the button for a crappy black coffee that he wasn't going to drink anyway, "Come on," he grumbled as the cup dropped and the coffee began to pour in slowly, "Damn piece of crap machine, hurry the hell up!" He yelled suddenly, slamming his fist into the plastic front. Around him, people stared but he didn't care. When the coffee finally stopped, he pulled the cup out when he heard it.
"Code blue! I need a crash cart! Room 2203!" It was Bailey. It was you.
Boiling hot coffee splashed over the floor, the cup dropped and on the ground as Alex Karev took off running.
His heart pounded, usually the thrill was the thing he loved the most but this wasn't a thrill, no, this was dread. When he burst into your room, the first thing he heard was, "Clear!" and heard the noise of the defibrillator.
"What's going on?!" He yelled over the chaos.
"Get him outta here!" Bailey yelled, "Charge to 200! Get him outta here, O'Malley!"
George tried but a determined Alex was a strong Alex. He resisted George's grip, shoving him back every chance he tried to take him out. It got to the point that George gave up, "Dr Bailey!" He exclaimed, hopelessly as Alex barged to your bedside. Bailey couldn't do anything, she was busy trying to save your life, she couldn't deal with Karev as well so she let him be.
"Don't you dare die on me," Alex hissed, eyes flooding with tears, "don't you dare. Can't do that to me, (y/n). Can't have me sitting here waiting for two days to just die on me-" he looked to Bailey, "Save her... please."
Bailey's eyes met Alex's and she found a lump in her throat, "You hear him?" She asked you as the paddles charged, "don't you dare die on us, (y/n)." With one final shock, the monitor started to beep again, "Heart rate is coming back up," she said with a relieved sigh, "Thank the Lord. Levels are stabilising."
Alex collapsed into the chair at your bedside, hand clamped around yours, as his eyes closed, letting the relief wash over him. You were alive; you were stable.
"What- what caused it?"
Bailey shook her head, "Don't know, levels were fine but as soon as you left the room they started to drop so do me a favour, Karev," she looked pointedly at him, "don't leave this room again." Normally he would've bit back, said a comment about her forcing him out but instead, he just nodded falling back into his chair, hand still in yours, "I'll check every hour, okay? You page me immediately, got it?" Again, he nodded and then the room cleared out.
Alex didn't turn the monitors down, he needed to hear the steady beep to know that you were okay, you were alive and you were breathing. For the last three hours that he'd sat here, he had prayed to every god he could remember the name of - he didn't know if it counted but even started praying to some Greek Gods as well. Why have God in the title if it doesn't count? His hand was still firmly in yours.
Bailey had checked five times in the three hours, checking on you but also on him. She brought him a soda, a sandwich and a muffin and didn't leave until he'd drained half the can and eaten one of the sandwiches. He hadn't realised how hungry he was until he'd started eating, he devoured the rest of meal once she'd left. You were still stable but you weren't awake yet. Bailey was optimistic but Alex wasn't. He was dreading the worst, expecting your levels to become unstable again but as he was dosing off, he felt your hand twitch in his.
He shot up, "(y/n)?" He asked staring at your hand and then at you and much to his relief, your eyes began to flutter open. He let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob. Utter relief crashed over him, "You're awake," he grinned, "you're actually awake."
"A-Alex?" You croaked.
"Here," he said gently as he grabbed a plastic cup and straw and filled it with water from the jug on your bedside unit, "Drink up. How you feeling?"
"Sore."
"Multiple ruptured organs and a few broken bones'll do that to you," Alex teased with a smile. You noticed his hand was still in yours, warm and strong. He saw your eyes narrow at your joined hands and he was quick to pull his back despite everything inside him not wanting to, "I- I'm gonna page Bailey, you drink up." He helped you take the water and left. He was just outside, close enough to make sure that you were still safe - still alive.
It was as he left you looked around the room and you noticed the camping cot which was set up on the floor next to your bed. You frowned. Someone had been staying here. Was it... no, it couldn't have been Alex; Alex hated you.
Your thoughts were cut off by Bailey bursting into your room, "Oh thank the Lord," she grinned, "it's good to see you awake. You scared us." As Bailey checked you over, Alex returned to the seat next to you. Bailey saw your confused expression seeing him sat there, normal clothes not working, "Karev," she said, "go and get (y/n) a sandwich, will you? She's hungry." Alex went to argue, to tell Bailey she told him not to leave your room but Bailey's pointed look made him stop and nod. He left a second later giving you one last worried look, "She's fine now go."
You looked up at Bailey who sighed and looked down at you, "You had that boy scared to death, you know."
"Who? Alex?!"
Bailey nodded, "You're not the only one who's surprised. As soon as you were admitted he was here. It was his day off and he was here. Soon as you got outta surgery he was set up in your room. He hasn't left since Tuesday."
You looked down to the cot next to you, "He's been here the whole time?"
Bailey nodded, "I don't know what's going on between the two of you - if anything - but I'd say that there's something." Your frown deepened and Bailey smiled, "Just... be patient with him."
When Alex came back, Bailey gave you a secret nod with a knowing smile before she left promising to come check on you every hour and to not dare think about going back into a coma otherwise she would kill you. "I'm a doctor, I know how to save people but I know how to kill them too."
"Hey," Alex said as he placed a sandwich and soda on the unit beside your bed, "You okay?"
You nodded, finding yourself rather overwhelmed and touched by his actions. He - Alex Karev - had stayed by your side since the accident. What did that mean? What did Dr Bailey mean? You nodded quickly, "Yeah," you said softly, "just tired."
Alex puffed out a long breath as he sat in the seat next to your bed, "Yeah, you must be. Gave me- gave us all a fright."
Silence fell and the two of you fell into the comfort of the sounds of the hospital. You sipped at the soda Alex had brought before curiosity got the better of you, "Alex... why did you stay with me?"
You could've sworn his cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink but he rubbed his hands over his tired looking face so you couldn't have been sure, "Hell if I know," he muttered, "it's not like we're friends but... I didn't want you to be alone. You're the only one that's almost like a friend and... I dunno." He shrugged, "I don't really understand it myself." Maybe there was something deeper lurking under the surface but he didn't know. That was something you'd have to navigate together, "I know you'd have probably preferred Cristina or Mer-"
You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Thank you, Alex," you whispered, "for everything. Thank you." Now, this time you could see the tips of his ears go pink. You smiled, "Now when are you going to shower cause boy you are looking rough-"
"Shut up!" Alex rolled his eyes but he laughed with you and for once, it felt nice to joke around with him. It felt normal. You didn't know what was going to happen but you somehow knew that he would be beside you, figuring out this crazy journey together and somehow, that made it a little less scary.
Summary: Alex karev is dating an attending (reader) in secret until he can’t take the hiding anymore.
A/n: I’ve forgot to say on my other posts but thank you for 300 followers (now more) <3
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Warnings: talk of injuries
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It started as a fling-no promises, no complications, just a way to blow off steam during the long, grueling hours at Seattle Grace. Alex Karev wasn’t the type to settle down, and you weren’t the type to let yourself get caught up in messy entanglements. You were both driven, ambitious, and in control. At least, that’s what you told yourselves. The on-call room was your safe haven, the place where you could steal moments together, away from prying eyes and the judgmental whispers that filled the hospital corridors. Late at night, when the rest of the world was sleeping, you’d find each other in the dimly lit room, the only sounds being the hum of the air conditioning and the soft rustling of scrubs.
“Hey, you” you whispered as you slipped into the room, your heart racing in a way it hadn’t in years. Alex was already there, leaning against the wall with that familiar smirk that always made your stomach flutter. “Hey yourself” he replied, his voice low and teasing. “Long night?”. “Isn’t it always?” You sighed, walking over to him. The stress of the day seemed to melt away the moment you were in his arms, your bodies fitting together perfectly. You kissed, slowly at first, savoring the few minutes you had together. It wasn’t just about the physical connection, though that was part of it. There was something more between you both, something unspoken that neither of you were ready to admit.
As you pulled away, you looked into Alex’s eyes, seeing a vulnerability there that he rarely showed. “We need to be careful” you said, your voice tinged with concern. “If anyone finds out…” “I know” Alex cut you off, his tone more serious now. “But I don’t want to stop”. “Neither do I” you admitted, your resolve wavering. “But we both know how it’ll look. I’m an attending, and you’re… well, you”. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Doctor”. Alex quipped, his smirk returning, but there was a tension in his jaw that you didn’t miss. Your expression softened, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’re a damn good doctor, Alex. One of the best. But people talk, and the last thing I want is for anyone to think you’re getting special treatment because of… this”.
Alex’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, you thought you’d pushed too far. But then he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks. I know I’ve earned my place here. And so do you”. His words sent a warmth through you and you found herself smiling despite the situation. “You’re right” you said softly. “We’ll just have to be smart about it”. “Yeah, smart” Alex echoed, though there was something in his tone that made you wonder if he was already planning on breaking that rule.
As the weeks went by, you managed to keep your relationship under wraps. You were careful. No stolen glances during rounds, no lingering touches in the halls. But there were moments when the facade almost slipped, when Alex’s hand would brush against yours, or when you would catch yourself watching him a little too intently as he worked.
It was during a particularly stressful day in the ER that you had your first real scare. A trauma case had come in, a young boy, barely ten, with a gunshot wound to the chest. It was all hands on deck, and the pressure was palpable as the team worked to stabilize him. Alex was in the thick of it, his hands steady as he assisted Dr. Bailey with the surgery. You watched from the sidelines, your heart in her throat as you fought to save the boy’s life. When it was finally over, and the boy was stable, the tension broke like a dam, relief flooding the room. “Good work, Karev” Bailey said gruffly, her way of acknowledging a job well done. Alex nodded, pulling off his gloves and letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. As he turned to leave, he caught your eye. For a split second, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you, the intensity of the moment pulling them together like a magnet. Without thinking, Alex reached out, his hand brushing against yours in a gesture that was too familiar, too intimate for the public setting. Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly pulled away, your eyes darting around to see if anyone had noticed. Dr. Bailey’s sharp gaze was on you both, and you felt a pang of panic. But before she could say anything, Bailey turned away, muttering something about paperwork and leaving the room.
“Close call” Alex murmured as you walked out of the OR, his voice laced with a mix of relief and amusement. “Too close” you replied, your pulse still racing. “We have to be more careful, Alex. If Bailey had said something..” “But she didn’t,” Alex interrupted, his expression serious. “Look, I get it. We have to keep this quiet. But I’m not going to act like I don’t care about you. Not in here” he gestured to the hallway around them, “and not out there”. You wanted to argue, to tell him that you had to keep your distance, but the look in his eyes stopped you. There was a determination there, a certainty that you couldn’t deny. So instead, you nodded, letting yourself believe, just for a moment, that everything would be okay.
It was a few weeks later when everything came to a head. You’d been playing the game for so long, sneaking around, keeping your relationship hidden, that it was starting to wear on both of you. Alex was growing more frustrated, his usual bravado masking the tension that simmered beneath the surface. You too were feeling the strain, the constant fear of being discovered gnawing at your nerves. The final straw came during a particularly hectic day in the clinic. Alex had been working nonstop, dealing with a never ending stream of patients, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. You wanted to reach out, to offer him a moment of comfort, but there were too many eyes, too many people who could see.
And then it happened.
One of the other attendings, Dr. Stevens, made a comment, a casual remark about how Alex was getting all the best cases, how he always seemed to be in the right place at the right time. It was said in jest, but the implication was clear: favoritism. You felt your stomach drop, the color draining from your face as the words hung in the air. You waited for Alex to brush it off, to let it slide like he usually did. But instead, he snapped.
“Maybe I get the best cases because I’m a damn good doctor” Alex retorted, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. “Or is that too hard for you to believe?”. The room went silent, the tension thick enough to choke on. You could see the shock on everyone’s faces, the way they exchanged glances, as if suddenly realizing there was more going on than they’d thought. Dr. Stevens opened his mouth to respond, but Alex didn’t give him the chance. “You know what? Screw this. Yeah, I’m seeing Dr. Y/L/N We’ve been together for a while now. And it’s got nothing to do with my work. So if anyone’s got a problem with that, say it now”.
Your heart stopped, your mind racing as you processed what he’d just done. Alex had just blown your cover, exposed your relationship to the entire room. But as you looked at him, standing there with that defiant look in his eyes, you realised something. You didn’t care. You weren’t ashamed of what you had, and you weren’t going to let anyone make you feel like you should be. Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, your voice steady as you spoke. “Alex is right. Our relationship is personal, and it has no bearing on the work we do here. If anyone has a problem with that, you can take it up with me.”
There was a murmur of surprise, but no one challenged you. Dr. Stevens, for his part, looked chastened, muttering an apology under his breath. As the room slowly returned to its usual hum of activity, Alex turned to you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice softer now. “Yeah” you replied, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “I’m sure”.
And just like that, the secret was out. It wasn’t easy, and there were still challenges to face. Whispers in the halls, disapproving looks from some of your colleagues but you faced it together, no longer hiding, no longer pretending. Because in the end, it wasn’t about what anyone else thought. It was about the connection you shared, the trust you had in each other. And that was something worth owning, something worth fighting for.
Hi there! I saw you had requests open for Grey’s anatomy and I was wondering if I could request the prompt “we’re not just friends and you know it” + “I think I’m in love with you and it scares the crap out of me” with childhoodbsf!Alex Karev? He needs More appreciation 🙏 thanks so much if you do!
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You had just finished a long ass shift and all you wanted to do was just going home and lay on your bed. There was a big trauma so you didn't even had the time for a break, you went to the locker room immediately and took off your scrubs. Once you got ready to leave, you made your way out of the hospital and saw it started raining. Oh, of course, couldn't forget it was Seattle after all.
You sighed and cursed yourself about one million times for not taking the car this morning, but before you could continue a male familiar voice interrupted your thoughs.
“Do you think to stay there the whole night?” Alex stopped with his car next to you, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You and him haven’t spoken in so long, it became... almost awkward between you two. You’ve known each other for your whole life literally and now for some reason it just got weird. You started to see him in a different way and he seemed to not see you at all anymore.
“I’m not in the right mood for this” you replied, your tone clearly not matching his sarcasm.
“I can give you a lift” he then said. “Even if I’d rather see you completely soaked trying to get home” you rolled your eyes at how funny he found this situation.
“I’m fine I can ask someone else, you’re probably tired”
“Y/n, get in the damn car” he left you no other choice. You quickly got in trying to not get much wet from the rain that was increasing.
“Thank you” you smiled at him.
“Of course” he looked at you before starting to drive again. For almost the whole ride silence reigned, it was so emberessing you wished you could disappear from there. You caught yourself staring more than once.
To be clear, you cared very much about your friendship. It was the most important thing in your life, he was your person. But something in your mind was screaming to fuck up everything and change it, and the fact that you didn't reject this idea was killing you.
“No any other unrequested comments or jokes, well that’s not really you” you told him at some point, breaking that annoying silence.
“Too tired to risk my life due to any words that may leave my mouth indeed” he chuckled softly, his gaze focused on the road. You looked at him for a little longer.
“Alex” you called him out softly, for a moment your thoughs took over you.
“Yes?” he finally turned to you after he parked the car. You didn’t realize you had already arrived.
You hesitated, when he looked into your eyes that felt stupid. “Nothing” you looked away. “Forget it”
“You ok?” he noticed the sudden change in you. Of course he did, he was the only one that could read perfectly through you.
“Yeah” you replied, clearly not convinced. Then, those thoughs came back. “No, actually. This is not ok”
“What are you talking about?” his expression was so confused.
“This. Us. It’s... I mean, what is going on? What happened?” he exactly knew what you were referring to. The problem was that he had nothing to say. He couldn’t find the right words or the right way for that.
“We’re not just friends and you know it” you shot that sentence out of nowhere, but it was the most honest thing you’ve ever said lately. You looked for some signs in his face, but for the first time you saw nothing.
“What do you mean?” God, you couldn’t tell if he was waiting for you to say it on purpose, you just knew it was driving you insane.
“I think I’m in love with you and it scares the crap out of me...” when you said it out loud for the first time, you felt so reliefed and scared at the same time. His face softened, for a few seconds it was just you two and that unspoken tension. Then he leaned in closer and grabbed your neck softly to kiss you. A passionate kiss full of feelings that both kept holding back for ages. Not the reaction you expected, but even better.
When you broke the kiss you caught your breathe and smiled at him. “So for once Alex Karev didn’t have the balls to speak” you chuckled softly.
“I blame it on these stupid non-friendly thoughts of you that kept haunting my mind” he whispered before kissing you again.
You knew it was the end of something very important, the change scared you a bit. But you also knew that it was the beginning of something beautiful, that wouldn't have never disappointed you.
Summary: headcanons about dating Alex Karev -SMUT warning
A/n: I had fun writing this one :)
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Enemies to lovers kinda...
Your first encounter with him was your first day intern year. His locker was next to yours and you could feel him staring at you as he sat on one of the benches.
“nice tattoos” he smirked, shining a flashlight on your tattooed covered arm. Before you could replie, your Cousin Meredith pulled you away. “don't talk to her” she said a little too defensively
You and Alex butted heads a lot at first, you didn't like his attitude and you thought he was a total ass. Then you thought you were ridiculous for thinking he was hot.
After a few months you guys did become buddies. You'd make dark or dirty jokes together.
He would ignore his feelings for you. He knew you deserved better and he didn't want to add anymore darkness to his life.
He really didn't start showing his softer side until your aunt Elis came to the hospital. You opened up to him about how your aunt adopted you, but never really cared about you. He wanted to tell you about his crapy childhood, but wasn't ready to open up just yet.
He was just ready to be your shoulder to cry on.
You did ended up going to the hospital prom together. You asked him. “you wanna crash the prom together?” he down played his excitement, he was over the moon excited on the inside but on the out side he shrugged and said this nonchalantly: “sure, I guess we'll suffer together”
But that he wasn't suffering at all, he was so happy to have you in his arms all night. And for the first time he didn't care he was showing his softer side to the hospital. He just enjoyed himself and danced with you most of the night. “wow, Alex Karev can dance”
He just smirked and twirled you, he brought you back to his chest shaking his head playfully. “Shut up”
The first song you guys danced to was Jeff Healey's Angel Eyes, it would later be your guys song. At first he'd never admit out loud how much the word hit him right in the heart, lyrics like:
'There's just one more thing that I need to know, If this is love why does it scare me so? It must be somethin' only you can see, 'Cause girl I feel it when you look at me'
You weren't gonna tell him how nervous you felt to be there with him, you never went to your high school prom. It was nice to be surrounded by all the fairy lights and dance with a guy you've liked for a long time. Alex did catch on quickly and wanted to know what was on your mind. “what's wrong?”
You shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed. “this is my first prom... I never really experienced my high school prom” Alex looked suprised. “why's that?”
“no guy ever really liked me or found me attractive enough to give me a chance... I was kinda of a geek back then”
“thoes guys are idiots. I would have killed to be with someone like you in high school”
You definitely saw something there in him that wasn't there before. You knew he was more than just a closed off jerk and that night only confirmed it. That same night he kissed you.
The kiss wasn't rough like you expected, it was gentle and sweet. He held the side of your face and kissed like you were the only person he wanted.
After that night he constantly flirted with you, making you blush or smirk.
Even when you started dating he would intentionally give you awful pick up lines just to make you laugh. “I hope you know CPR ‘cuz you just took my breath away”
“Alex... We're dating you don't need pick-up lines” he would just shrug and kiss your cheek. “I know, I just like making you laugh”
He's a total softy around you. He might seem like an ass to everyone else and people(especially George) might not understand why your with him, but he treats you like a queen.
Meredith did put the fear of god in him when you started dating. Like really did, Meredith and him were in a OR and she was holding a scaple and threatening his life when she found you and Alex were dating. “calm down, Mer. You think I'm gonna lose the most amazing thing in my life”
You were glad he was such a good friend to Izzie, especially when she lost Denny, but you couldn't help but be worried about their friendship later on. You and Alex had learned the hard way to be open with each other, so when it become a problem you decide to talk to him. “your just friends... Right?” you asked nervously. Alex gave a confused look and before he could awnser you talked over him in a nervous pace. “because she's a Model, Alex... She tall, blonde, and Beautiful... Any guy would want her... I'm short, I have tattoos, and dyed hair”
Alex cut you off by gently holding your face in his hands. “your what I want... Got it? I think your sexy as hell... And as for the dye job and tattoos I think is beautiful on you”
If your in the kitchen cooking he's under your feet sampling everything. It's even worse when you get a dog because you have to move around them both. “Alex, quit eating! I'm trying to cook”
“woman, I'm hungry!”
He probably didn't get decent home cooked meals till he started dating you. He loves your cooking.
When there's nothing on TV you'll watch old re-runs of Walker Texas Ranger. Which leads to walker and Chuck Norris inside jokes.
You also had conversations that's only normal to you two. Your friend learned that when you guys were in a OR gallery eating chips and ignoring the sugury. “who'd win in a fight Walker or Patrick Swayze?”
“if we're talkin' 'Road House' Swayze then, Patrick” Alex replied like it was the most obvious thing.
“but Chuck Norris knows martial arts” you reminded Alex. “but Swayze ripped a guy's throat out in 'Road house' ” Alex fired back. Alex loves 'Road house', it has Swayze and Jeff Healey(who sings your guys song).
“weirdest conversation” Izzie said, over hearing it. “always” Meredith added.
You guys stay in Derek's trailer for a bit and it wasn't a good experience for either one of you. He hates bears and you hate Snakes. “Alex! There's a fucking snake in the porch!”
“I'm not going out there! there's bears out there too, what do you want me to do about?”
You shrugged and annoyed with him and scared by the snake. “What? Are we just supposed to spend the rest of our lives in here?”
Alex shrugged. “sounds good to me” he walked pasted you and towrds the bed. “wonder if Walker is on tv”
Since he's Evil Spawn his nickname for you is Angel.
You stopped listing to the song House of Pain by Faster Pussycat around Alex because you can tell the words hit a little too hard for him and upset him.
He'd confide in you and open up to you about his past and family. He wanted to be a better man than his father was and he sure as hell wanted to treat you better than his father treated his mother.
The day his father showd up at hospital as a patient he kepted you far away from him. “that baaterd doesn't deserve to meet or know someone as amazing as you... Promise me you'll stay away from his hospital room”
He's a girl dog dad, plain and simple. He might only admit it to you though. You brought home a female Chiweenie puppy one day and he immediately fell in love with the pup. But they also have a love hate relationship. “that little bitch bit me” and then next hour their cuddling on the couch. “such a sweet little girl” he smiled scratching behind the puppy's ear.
You named her Baby after Jennifer Grey's character in Dirty Dancing
After the puppy calmed down and was more calmer, you guys got a license to bring her in for the Peds patients to see and cuddle while they were in the hospital.
Even though your an amazing cook to him, you guys get take-out alot due to your busy work schedule.
Sometimes you'll so tired to even eat something big and you'll end up sharing a large order of French fries.
Physical touch is his love language.
This man need physical contact a lot too. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, he's really just a big ol' teddy bear.
You joke about that, he can be such a cocky jerk and tough but he's really just a big teddy bear.
“I'm not a teddy bear” he said trying to not to smile. You shook your head and held him tighter. “your right... Your MY teddy bear”
He also loves forehead kisses, it's just such a soft and he loves doing gentle gesture like that to you. It just makes your relationship so much more intimate and real to him.
Alex refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep. He really stated doing this after the hospital shooting.
He may be protective of you, but your definitely more protective. He finds is adorable and hot when you get all made and try to be his guard dog. “listen here Nurse syphilis...”
He calls you his angry Chihuahua just to mess with you.
He's not afraid to defend you either, he'd be damed if someone talked bad or down to you. He knows you and Christina don't get along and he's not afraid to put her in her place if she goes to far. “Back off Yang! I mean it”
He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.
NSFW headcanons:
He has a tendency to grip the headboard when he's close to cumming.
He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.
He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.
Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.
He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.
Has a soft spot for sex in the shower, he loves holding you up against the wall, roughly while he drives his cock into you.
He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.
He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.
He doesn’t keep quiet. A good amount of teasing, dirty talk and the way he grunts...
Alex loves gripping your hips as you ride him, leaving his impressions on your thighs as you move, chasing your highs.
His favorite thing is probably you riding him. He loves gripping your hips, controlling your pace.
You may be in top, but he's in control. But that doesn't mean he loves the fact your using him to chase your high.
he loves grabbing you by the hips, literally squeezing his fingertips against your soft skin, holding you in the place or using them to help guide the pace.
One of his biggest kink is cumming inside you, seeing you filled up just makes him go crazy.
God, he loves anything to do with your breasts. He loves it when your sitting on his lap, grinding against his bulge while his face is buryed in your breasts, kissing and marking them up.
Honestly, you grinding yourself on him in someway and getting yourself off turns him on so much.
He loves using his fingers to get you to cum. “Look at you, whimpering for my fingers already”
This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.
Summary: after being forced to plan a 'prom' at the hospital for Webber's niece, Alex and the reader decided to go together. They had nothing better to do, but their desire can't go unnoticed.
Warrings: SMUT, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, pull-out method, sorta public sex? not my gif
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“Everyone goes to the prom!” Webber shouts. “Everybody!”
And that's when we become party planners instead of surgeons, well we became that after the LVAD wire cutting incident, but that's not the point.
And when you have someone like me who never went to prom and someone like Alex who couldn't give a shit to help plane, nothing could get done quick enough.
Camille's friends just wouldn't shut up. Alex groaned and put his head on the table. The girls continued to ramble about colors and lights and Alex groaned louder like they were stabbing him.
“we could go all white” one the girls said, but then stopped when Alex made more noise of anguish.
“are you having a Seizure?” I asked, more annoyed with his groaning than the teenagers yapping.
“Will it get me out of here?” Alex asked, setting up. “Fine. Let's go with seizure”
Then after a while George got Bailey to help. She got every decoration down to a Tee and got everything ordered. I just didn't want to deal with this lovey-dovey crap. I just broke up with Derek Shepherd because I found out he was actually married, everything was just getting to me. Even a dying guy like Denny proposed to Izzie.
I could tell Alex had had enough of everything too. He blamed Izzie for our intern group's suspension and put on decoration duty, he was just pissed. I couldn't blame him, others might but I always saw a side of him no one else was. To be honest he was my person as Meredith would say… even if he looks ready to punch someone.
I let go of an unclosed balloon full of helium, making it fly towards Alex as it deflates. “Are you serious?!” He grabs the balloon. He was very agitated.
“Calm down, I'm just messing with ya” I told Alex.
“No! Don’t mess with me, have you seen these girls? These decorations! And now this!?”
I shrugged, already accepting our fate. I looked around as the hospital slowly turned into some prom nightmare. My high school prom was hell… If I had one, guy asked me and I ever really got the full experience.
“I really don’t want to be here. I can’t believe Webber forced us to do this because LVAD shit” Alex complained.
“No one wants to do this, but it's for the chief's niece” I said gently.
“Yeah, I know, but he forced the whole hospital staff to attend is stupid as hell”
I shrugged. I didn't really care about most things these last few months because of the Derek and Addison crap. I don't know what possessed me but it turned towards Alex. “you wanna go together tonight? need to be around friends” I don't know how I felt about Derek, but I wasn't ready to see him at his damn prom with Addison.
Alex turned to me, surprised. Like he hadn't expected me to say that. He thought about it for a moment and shrugged “Sure, why not?” he said with a smirk.
“Great,” I smiled.
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The prom went off without a hitch. Y/n looked up at all the lights and decorations as her and Alex slowly swayed to the music.
“I can't believe I'm saying this, but this is nice” Alex said softly as his hands stayed on her hips, moving to the music. He was enjoying every second of this, all because of her. And he felt like he was getting back at Derek for hurting her. He felt good just being with her, seeing her in a beautiful dress instead of those blue scrubs. Even the decorations weren't pissing him off anymore, just being there with her ment everything.
“Yeah…” I looked away from Alex to look at everything around us, all the lights and colors.
“what's up?” Alex asked, she looked back at him with a soft smile. “nothing… I Just never went to prom before”
“Really?” he was surprised, in his eyes y/n was beautiful and a pretty smart doctor. He assumed she probably had a ton of guys wanting her. And he thought Derek was a complete idiot for losing her.
She shook her head. “no one really wanted to ask me…”
“I would have…” He continued to sway to the music, not breaking eye contact with her. Alex looks into her eyes. She had the prettiest hazel eyes he ever saw and the more he looked the more he could see himself falling for her. He couldn’t help but keep looking, they were like pools of honey. It was a nice way to get his mind off of work and the LVAD wire cutting incident. His eyes were locked into hers. He couldn’t help but admire her beauty.
“I was one of those nerdy girls no guy was interested in…” she said softly.
He put his hand on her cheek. She was just so beautiful, he had never thought about her like this before. And now the whole idea of her seemed so new to him and it was making him like her more. “That’s ridiculous. Look how beautiful you are. I don’t know why guys did not ask you out… I don't know why shepherd was stupid enough to lose you”
Her heart pounded against her chest when he said that. She hid her burning cheeks and rested her head on his shoulder as he moved to the music. “I got bumped up a couple of grades because I was smart… I played D&D… I was the weird kid because I didn't want to go out and get drunk”
Alex couldn't believe what he was hearing. He playfully chuckles as they slowly danced around oh... “oh, you were one of those geeks,” he said playfully.
Y/n scoffed playfully, resting her head on his shoulder gently “playing D&D isn't the geekiest thing in the world…”
Alex couldn't help but smile at her reaction. He rubbed the small of her back as they danced. “I was on the wrestling team… Who am I to judge”
“Wow, a wrestler” she laughed softly and playfully into his shoulder. “yeah... I was in marching band, school newspaper... All that nerdy stuff”
“Marching band huh?” he teased her, he lifted their arms up and he slowly spun her around before bringing her back to his chest. “you were a band geek, who knew”
“who knew you could dance” she teased back.
He smirked at her, holding her hand and continued to dance with her with zero embarrassment. “Shut up” he said playfully.
“ya know… If we went to the same high school, I would have been proud to go to prom with you.” he had a serious look on his face now. He was not messing around anymore. His friends would have made fun of him but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn’t care.
Her heart fluttered as she smiled, she wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the hair at the neap of his neck. “I would have been proud to go out with you too... All of my geeky friends would have been terrified of you though” she joked softly as we swayed to the music
He smiled softly and wrapped an arm around her waist. The other hand is still resting on her lower back. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck slightly. “I was always the scary one.” he whispered. “But you’re not afraid of me now are you?”
She ran her fingers through his hair as he nuzzled her neck. “I never was”
He smiled against her skin and kissed it gently. “Good.” he whispered before pulling back to look at her. His eyes searching hers for something, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what though. There was just something about her that he hadn't seen before, it drew him in and made him want more.
Y/n smiled as she stared into his chocolate brown eyes. Deep down she always knew there was more to him than him just being a surgery hungry asshole intern that slept around with nurses.
“Would you believe me if I said I always had a thing for nerds like you?” he said in a playful tone, he wasn’t joking. He genuinely liked her intelligence. She was beautiful and smart and that's what Alex liked in a woman.
“I don't know,” she said in a playful tone. Alex lifted her arm up and gently spun her around then pulled her back to his chest.
He leaned in to nibble on her earlobe softly, they both continued to sway to the music so their conversation didn't look suspicious. “I’m serious.” he whispered before trailing kisses down her neck. He could feel her pulse racing under his lips.
Alex smirked against her blushing skin. He loved how responsive she was to him. He lifted his head slightly to look at her once more. His eyes searching hers. "Do you want me to stop?”
She looked him in the eyes and shook her head. “N-no…” she said softly.
Alex's smirk grew as he felt her hesitation turn into desire. He leaned in once more, his lips pressing against hers with a soft yet hungry kiss, making her heart pounded against her chest . His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss as her hand held his jaw.
The loud music masked the small moan that slipped past her lips as Alex's hands slid down her back, gripping her ass. Alex pulled her even closer, his tongue slipped into her mouth, dancing with hers in a heated duel. He could taste the sweetness of her lips and it only made him want more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, they were barley dancing now and the 'prom' was forgotten.
Alex groaned into the kiss, loving how responsive she was. He felt his blood rushing through his veins, making him hard against her body. He pressed her closer to him, rolling his hips in a small motion, making a small moan get caught in her throat. Y/n slowly pulled away from the kiss and rested her forehead against his, trying to catch her breath.
Alex closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he felt her against him. He wanted her so badly but he knew they couldn't do this here. “We should go somewhere else,” he murmured against her lips before leaning in to steal another kiss.
“Let's get outta here,” she said quietly.
Alex's hands never left her waist as he led her through the crowd, making their way towards an empty examination room. Once inside, he locked the door and pushed her against it, forcing a moan to escape past her. She tugged on his hair as his lips crashed into hers again, his tongue slipping past her lips as he devoured her mouth.
Alex's hands roamed up her thighs, hitching her dress higher. He could feel how wet she already was and it only made him harder. He slid his hand between their bodies, rubbing against her swollen clit through her underwear. “Fuck,”
“Alex” she moaned, her head falling back against the wall as his fingers danced around her most sensitive area.
Alex growled low in his throat, slipping a finger under the elastic of her panties to slowly push them down her thighs as he fell to his knees in front of her. He replaced his finger with his tongue, lapping at her folds and tasting her sweet nectar. She let out another moan, tugging at his hair and arching her hips off the wall.
Alex hummed against her folds, loving the way she responded to his touch. He suckled on her clit, flicking his tongue over it as he circled his finger around her entrance. He groaned when he felt how wet and swollen she was for him.
Her legs got wobbly and she arched her hips, moaning. “A-Alex…”
Alex kept sucking and flicking her clit, driving her wild with his expert tongue. He hummed against her, loving the way she squirmed underneath him. He placed his hand on her thighs, squeezing gently. "Shh...I got you, baby.”
Y/n’s heart pounded against her chest as felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. “A-Alex, I'm c-close” she moaned as her head fell back in pleasure, eyes screwed shut.
Alex wanted her to come undone for him. He lifted up her leg and set It on his shoulder and sucked harder on her clit, swirling his tongue around it as he thrust his finger deeper into her wet heat. “Come for me,” He growled, not relenting until she did.
“Alex!” she moaned louder, tugging at his hair as she came undone on his tongue.
Alex hummed around her clit, enjoying the sweet taste of her as she came undone. He kept sucking and flicking until he felt her muscles start to relax. “Fuck, Angel” he groaned, pulling away slowly and kissing his way up her body as her fingers trailed down his body.
Alex kissed her deeply, she could taste herself on his lips. He pulled her closer, grinding against her as he grew harder. “I need you,” he whispered against her mouth. He quickly pulled the zipper of her dress down, making it pool to their feet. He lifted her up, pushing her onto the examination table.
“Take me” she grabbed his tie, pulling him between her legs. He slammed his lips against hers, the kiss was messy and rushed as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.
Alex looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense as he quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid in slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered against her lips before thrusting deeper.
She moaned, arching her hips against his as the pain quickly turned into pleasure. “oh, fuck”
Alex groaned, feeling her walls clenching around him. He started to move faster, his hips slapping against hers as he took her hard and fast. “That's it,” he growled, nipping at her neck. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Shemoaned against his neck, digging her nails into his back. “A-Alex!” she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper inside her.
Alex cried out, feeling her tighten around him. He lost himself in the sensation, thrusting harder and faster as they became one. His hips slapped against hers in a rhythmic cadence that echoed through the room. “God, you're so fucking tight,”
She tugged at his hair. “Alex, I'm gonna cum!” she cried out desperately and tugged at his hair.
Alex groaned, feeling her inner walls pulsing around him. He slammed into her one last time, she cried out and bit his shoulder. He slammed into her one last time before pulling out, shooting his hot seed across her stomach and chest. “Fuck,” he panted.
Alex collapsed on top of her, their bodies sticky with sweat and each other's fluids. He nuzzled into her neck, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. “That was... intense,” he murmured with a chuckle.
“A-amazing” she moaned breathlessly.
Alex grinned against her skin before slowly pulling out of her. He reached down and gently wiped some of his seed off her stomach with his tie, chuckling softly. “You're a mess,” he teased as he knelt down and picked up her jumbled up dress.
“It's your fault” she teased as Alex helped her step into her dress.
Alex laughed softly, his eyes trailing down her curves as he zipped the dress back up for her. “I suppose it is,” he agreed as he placed a kiss on her neck. “But I'd do it again in a heartbeat.” He smirked, pulling his shirt back over his shoulder, before he buttoned it back up he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Alex pulled back and smiled back at her, his gaze softening as he studied her face. “You're beautiful,” he murmured before leaning in to capture her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. He savored the taste of her on his tongue, wishing this moment could last forever.
She pulled away, smirking. “who knew Alex Karev was such a softie”
He let out an airy chuckle. “only for you” he smirked, kissing her on the nose.
Summary: A small blurb about Alex Karev having a soft spot for you, the quiet and anxious intern
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Requested: maybe something with a more shy/anxious reader who’s an intern with them? i think it would be so cute to see alex having a soft spot for her and everyone noticing and being like???
Alex Karev had a reputation. Everyone knew he was gruff, blunt, and about as cuddly as barbed wire. So when you quiet, nervous, always double-checking charts three times before presenting them, ended up working alongside him, the other interns were quick to whisper warnings. But then they saw it.
“Hey, don’t hover. You’ll drive yourself nuts” Alex muttered one afternoon when he caught you pacing with a patient file. He took it gently from your hands, scanned it, and tapped the margin with his pen. “You did it right. Relax”
You blinked at him, wide eyed, like no one had ever said that to you before. And he…softened. Just a little.
By the time you followed him into rounds, sticking close but quiet, Alex was already slowing down his usual stride so you didn’t have to scramble to keep up. He tossed you questions, not the brutal trick kind he used on everyone else, but the ones he knew you could answer. When you hesitated, he gave you the smallest nod, silent reassurance.
Cristina narrowed her eyes from across the hallway. “Okay, what is that?” she demanded. “Since when does Karev play emotional support intern?”
“Yeah” Meredith added, smirking. “I think he likes the shy one”
Alex shot them both a glare. “Shut up” But when you tugged at your sleeve nervously beside him, he leaned down just enough to murmur, “Don’t listen to them. You’re doing just fine” And somehow, no one could quite figure out how the hospital’s resident tough guy had turned into your personal shield. Except you who felt, for once, like you actually belonged in your role.
Thank you for reading! Any support is appreciated <3
Summary: Mark and y/n could careless about any hospital functions and they happen to have other things on their minds.
Warnings: SMUT, quickie, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk, mark trying to hide a hard on, lipstick stains, slight fingering, pantie rading, slight public sex, getting bent over a desk. Mark and y/n not giving a fuck about what they say to each other, slight mention of creepy business guys. Mark Sloan just being Mark Sloan, not edited, horrible ending.
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“Do we have half to go?” y/n called out to Mark as he stood in front of her full length mirror, fixing his tie. She was in the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom, the bathroom mirror was right next to the door, giving her a view of Mark moving about their room. She was kinda dragging ass, not really feeling like getting out tonight after a long work week. Mark got her butt moving, saying they could just go and make fun of all the rich, old perverts.
“Afraid so, gorgeous. Derek would have our heads if both department heads didn't show up to his precious meeting.” Mark called back.
She stood In front of the mirror, her dress was still hanging up on the bathroom door leaving just her lace bra and pantie set to hug her curves while she put her makeup on. The hospital they worked at had this meeting/banquet thing tonight Derek was hosting and they were both expected to come since she was head of the Peds department and Mark was head of plastics
Mark stopped messing with his tie for a second and looked over, eyes gliding over her curves and the lacey undergarments she was wearing as his gaze drank her in. He walked over and leaned up against the doorframe, admiring the view as he looked at her. He couldn't help but feel a slight throb of desire run through him as his eyes raked over her form. He cleared his throat trying to keep the desire from his expression.
“It seems so pointless” y/n said, then started applying her red lipstick.
“It definitely is, but you know how Derek is” He pushed off the doorframe and stepped up behind her, sliding his body up close to hers with a smirk as his hands settled on her hips and pulled her back against him. He could feel the heat rising between them as he pressed his body up against her curves.
He couldn't stop looking at her, how her body moved as she applied the makeup, the way the black and red lace hugged her curves. He knew they were gonna be late if he didn't stop staring. “And you definitely like the attention” y/n mumbled, concentrating as she put on her mascara.
Mark chuckled and pressed a kiss behind her ear, his lips skimming along the side of her neck. His hand slipped from her hips, fingers trailing along her exposed skin as they continued to move lower down her body. He knew he shouldn't be doing this now, but he just couldn't help it. The way she was moving right now, her body pressed up against him, it was too much for him to resist. He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. “Maybe we can sneak out early”
“Hmm. Well, you do owe me lots of sex for making me go to this damn thing”
“That I do” Mark smirked, nipping at the soft skin of her neck gently with his teeth. He moved his hands back up, cupping her breasts and giving them a slight squeeze as his lips continued to trail down her neck. her breath hitched, she could feel him growing harder against her ass. She felt her skin heat up and she fought the urge not to jump his bones right then and there. He could feel her body responding to his, the desire starting to take over his thoughts. He couldn't resist her, not when she was this close to him and looking like that.
Y/n turned around, leaning against the bathroom counter. She dragged her fingers up his chest, feeling his muscular frame underneath his dress clothes. “You know, I think I need some,” she grabbed his tie, pulling her closer and bent her knee up, pressing her inner thigh against his side. “motivation to go to this damn thing”
Mark's eyes flashed with desire as he looked down at her, his hands moving to grip her thigh as she pulled him closer. He captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue pushing past her lips as he pressed himself against her. “Fuck, y/n. We have to go”
“Quickie before we leave, Dr. Sloan?” she asked, trying to sound innocent.
Mark groaned, his resolve weakening as Shelby's playful request sent a jolt straight to his groin. “Dammit, you're killing me, woman” Despite his words, his hands slid under her ass, lifting her easily onto the bathroom counter as she pulled him between her thighs by his tie.
Mark leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He squeezed her ass, pulling away as she reached between them and yanked his belt open. “Quick and dirty, then we leave. Got it?”
“Yep” she said, her breathing rushed as she pushed his pants and boxers down enough to free his hardened cock. She wrapped her other leg around his hips as Mark practically ripped his suit jacket off his shoulders and threw it on the bathroom floor.
Mark growled possessively as he pulled her underwear off, stuffing the lace in his pocket. He speared into her thighs and entered with one thrust, making her gasp. She was already so wet his entry was smooth and easy. “Fuck!” He started moving, his hips slapping against hers with each thrust, his fingers digging possessively into her hips.
“Mark!” Y/n moaned, fisting his hair as he buried his face into her breasts, his facial hair scraping against her smooth skin.
“Come on, baby” He growled, nipping at her breasts softly. He knew this wasn't going to last long, not when she was making those noises and pulling his hair like that. He could feel her heels digging into his back as she pulled him closer. He picked up his pace, the bathroom filling with their loud, dirty sounds and the scent of sex.
she felt the familiar pressure build up in her lower abdomen. Her breath hitched and she fisted his white dress shirt in her fists, her toes curling behind him. “Fuck, Mark I'm gonna cum” her breath hitched.
“Fuck yes, cum for me Baby” Mark groaned against her breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he thrust even harder, feeling her tighten around him. He slid one hand between them, finding her clit and rubbing firmly, pushing her over the edge.
Y/n finally reached the edge, letting all her nerves tightened as her vision became stary and almost nonexistent, her legs tightened around his hips and her nails bit into his biceps, a groan caught in Mark's throat as he watched her eyes roll back for the immense pleasure while her head fell forward against his shoulder. She wasn't used to getting things done this fast, let alone finishing so soon. Her orgasm washed over her, loud moans and profanities coming out from her mouth.
Mark groaned her name, his arms wrapping around her possessively as he held her against the counter, his hips jerking erratically as he found his own release inside her. He stayed like that for a moment, catching his breath, his face buried in her neck “Damn”
“Oh shit” she said breathlessly, carding her fingers through his messy hair.
Mark chuckled softly against her neck, his hands slowly sliding down to grip her thighs as he pulled out of her gently. He looked down at the mess between her legs and the state of his pants, shaking his head with a smirk. “God, we have to clean up and go, we're going to be late”
Y/n sighed. “fuck, I know”
Mark turned around and grabbed a towel off the rack, pressing it between her legs gently before wiping his own hips and throwing it in the hamper. He helped her off the counter and pulled up his pants, fixing his belt before running a hand through his messy hair.
“There's lipstick on your jaw too” she said, grabbing her dress and tugging it up her body.
Mark turned to the mirror, wiping at the lipstick smudge on his jaw with a smirk. He adjusted his tie and straightened his suit jacket, trying to look somewhat presentable. “I think we broke a record, that's the quickest we've ever done it”
“Well, I guess you're doing something right,” she said, smoothing her dress down then turned her back to him, her dress wide open. “zip me up, please”
Mark's eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his fingers brushing against her bare back as he slowly zipped up her dress. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her shoulder before stepping back. “There you go, all presentable again” He adjusted his cufflinks with a smirk.
“Yeah, but I'm gonna have to fix my makeup in the car” She said as she looked in the mirror, fixing her hair. She couldn't get her curls to calm back down, so she just quickly put her hair up nicely in a claw clip as Mark watched her in the mirror. He liked her like this - makeup smudged, hair slightly messy, dress back in place. He couldn't tell that she'd just been thoroughly fucked on the bathroom counter. He adjusted his watch and smirked.
Time was ticking so y/n quickly rushed to their bedroom and put her converse, as she laced them up she looked around. “And where are my panties?”
Grinning mischievously, he casually reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lacy piece of fabric. “what? These? You won't need them if I'm just gonna take them off again in a couple of hours,” He winks, then stuffs them back into his pants pocket and slung his suit jacket over his shoulder. “Now come on, beauty queen. Hospital is a waitin’”
Y/n rolled her eyes at her husband as she grabbed her makeup bag and followed him out to the car. “you realized I'm in a dress, I need underwear” Everything was covered and the dress was extra long on her because she was short but that wasn't the point.
He ignores her protest, opening the passenger door for her with a smirk. “Too bad,” He teases, sliding into the driver's seat. “You look fine without them, trust me” He backs out of the driveway, adjusting his mirrors.
“Mhm” she rolled her eyes as she pulled down the passenger visor and used the mirror on it to start fixing her makeup.
He watches her try to fix her smoky eye from the corner of his eye. He knew that dress was doing crazy things to her curves - it was tight around her breasts and flowy everywhere else. He adjusted his pants slightly and smirked as she applied a new layer of red lipstick.
“Red lipstick on you should be illegal” He murmurs his hand moves to her thigh, giving it a possessive squeeze as he kept his other hand on the wheel.
“You really shouldn't be touching me there right now” she mumbled, putting on her mascara.
He chuckles, his hand lingering on her thigh for a moment longer before moving back to the wheel. “Can't help it. You look too damn good” He glances at her, his eyes darkening with desire as he watches her from the corner of his eye.
Y/n rolled her eyes as Mark's dropped to her legs. The dress was long but it rode up slightly when she sat, showing off a bit of thigh. He swallowed hard and adjusted his pants again. He was getting hard again - this woman was unhinged. He smirked slightly.
“Eyes on the road, buster” Y/n said, quickly brushing on some blush on her cheeks then quickly packed everything up in her makeup bag then tossed it in the back seat.
“Yes ma'am,” He mocks with a smirk, keeping his eyes on the road. He stole a glance at her though - legs crossed, hair up in that sexy as hell clip, makeup fixed. He realized something, “You know what?”
“Hm?”
“You're really fucking pretty,” He said it so nonchalantly, like it was just another comment. He turned the car into the hospital parking lot and found a spot. “I'm a lucky guy”
“Damn right you are” She smirked. Mark was usually the cocky one, the one to tease, but every once in a while she'd get a jab in too.
Mark laughed, turning off the engine. He got out of the car and walked over to her side, opening the door for her. He offered his hand to help her out, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively. “Come on, princess. Let's go be social and shit”
Y/n groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes as she got out of the car then smoothed out her dress. Mark chuckles, his hand on the small of her back as he guided her into the hospital. He nodded and smiled at the familiar faces, his other hand resting on her hip possessively. He was showing off - showing the whole hospital that he had the prettiest wife and the best life.
“God, this sucks”
Mark leaned down and his lips brushed against her ear, whispering as his front pressed against her back. “You know what else sucks?” His hand gives her hip a gentle squeeze “I'm still fucking hard”
“Don't you dare start pitching a tent”
He let out a soft, husky laugh. “Baby, with you in that fucking dress? I'm basically walking around with a constant boner,” He whispered low enough that only she could hear, his fingers tracing small circles on her hip. “And that fucking lipstick”
“Behave yourself” y/n whispered back, looking over her shoulder at him as he pressed himself against her, hiding the growing problems in his pants.
Mark nuzzles the crook of her neck, hiding his face. He was getting harder- she always did this to him. He growled softly, his hands dropping to grip her hips possessively. He was sure no one could tell he was semi-hard right now. “okay, we shouldn't have done that fucking quickie”
“Frustrated, honey?” she teased him.
“You're fucking telling me,” He muttered darkly, his fingers squeezing her hips. “We should've just stayed home and fucked all night instead of coming to this stupid party” He rested his forehead against her shoulder, letting out a soft, annoyed grunt.
Y/n rolled her eyes, holding back the 'I was right' hassle. She was thankful they were in the back, away from other hospital board members that were invited. “You need to pull yourself together” she whispered to him, not admitting she was just as frustrated as he was.
He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to get his body to calm down. He looked around, making sure no one was paying attention to them. He was acting like a teenager with a constant boner. “Fine, fine” He muttered, adjusting himself discreetly.
Y/n gave him a few seconds to fix himself while she stayed standing in front of him with her back facing him. “Are you good?”
He let out a soft sigh of relief when his pants felt a bit more comfortable. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. “Yeah, I'm good” He murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Good, cause we need to go mingle”
He sighs dramatically, straightening up and adjusting his pants discreetly. He takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers as he leads her towards the group of doctors and nurses gathered around the buffet table. “Alright, alright. Let's go schmooze with these losers.”
Mark leans in to whisper as they approach the group, “Remember, smile and nod. That's all you need to do. I'll handle the rest of the bullshit” He teased her, getting her back for what she was doing to him. He flashed a charming smile at the doctors who were already starting to notice them.
“Wow, now you make me sound like a trophy wife” she joked. They both knew she wasn't, but Mark also knew she didn't like crowds despite being a doctor.
He chuckles, pulling her a bit closer to his side. He knew she hated crowds and socializing, but he also knew she was a great doctor and deserved the recognition. He leaned down to whisper in her ear again. “You're no trophy, you're a fucking queen”
“Damn right”
Mark was about ready to convince y/n to go somewhere private, preferably her office. Unfortunately Derek waved them over, he was with one of the board members from Seattle press. “this is Mark Sloan, head of plastics and Y/n Sloan, head of Peds” Derek said as Mark shook the man's hand, trying to keep his cool.
“Yes, I read your guys' article about your Treacher Collins case. Very impressive” the man said, his eyes lingering on y/n a bit too long. Y/n forced a smile, being polite as possible.
Mark's jaw clenched slightly as he noticed the man's gaze lingering on y/n. He wrapped an arm around her waist possessively, his hand splaying across her hip. “Thank you, we're quite proud of it” He replied curtly, his tone a bit colder than necessary.
Eventually Derek and the man walked away, Y/n rolled her eyes. Mark watched, his arm still around Y/n's waist. He turned to her, his voice low and irritated. “Can you believe that guy? Staring at you like that?” He rolled his eyes dramatically, his jealousy barely contained. “Asshole”
“What? Jealous?” she smirked.
Mark scoffed, his face turning slightly red. He pulled her closer, his face inches from hers. “Of course I'm fucking jealous. You're my wife, and he was staring at you like you were a piece of meat” He growled softly, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Y/n bit her lip, suppressing a giggle. “You're sexy when you're jealous” she teased, grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him closer.
Mark's heart rate picked up at her teasing, his hands squeezing her hips possessively. “Fuck, stop saying shit like that,” He muttered darkly, his face buried in her neck. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “We need to go to your office”
Y/n quickly nodded and Mark looked around quickly, making sure no one was paying attention to them. He took her hand and led her towards the elevator, his grip firm. Once the elevator doors closed, he had her pressed against the wall, his mouth crashing against hers.
Y/n gasped against his lips as her back hit the elevator wall, the cold metal nipped at the exposed skin on her back. She carded her fingers through his hair. She hadn't realized how fired up she still was from the quickie. She grabbed his belt, pulling him closer to her by it as she tilted her head to the side to deepen the kiss, her red lipstick smudging.
Mark growled low in his throat, his hands gripping one of her thighs and hiked it against his hip. He ground himself against her core, his mouth messy and aggressive. “Jesus christ” He muttered against her lips.
she moaned desperately against his lips as her dress rode up her thigh, cashing goosebumps to cover her skin. Then his hand trailed down between her legs. Mark's fingers slipped under her dress, she was still bare from early. He groaned when he was immediately met with how wet she already was, or still was. His fingers slipped against her folds, teasing her gently before sliding it inside. “Fucking hell, Baby” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire.
Y/n gasped, gripping his biceps. She hadn't realized how desperate she really was till now, she was too busy teasing him. “M-mark, not here” She whispered against his ear, smudging his jaw with what was left of her lipstick.
Mark's breath hitched at her whisper, his fingers curling inside her. He knew they were in a public place, but the thought of taking her right there in the elevator was incredibly tempting. He pulled his fingers out slowly, making Y/n gasp again before he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. He pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel just how hard he was for her. The elevator dinged, signaling they were on the Peds floor where y/n's office was.
The elevator doors opened and Mark grabbed y/n’s hand, leading her out of the elevator and down the hall to her office. He quickly pulled her inside, slamming the door shut behind them. “Lock it”
She quickly locked it then grabbed the front of his belt, pulling him against her. He let out a low growl, his hands immediately going to her hips. “Jesus, Y/n” he muttered, his mouth crashing down on hers in a hungry kiss. His hands moved to her ass, lifting her slightly so she could feel his hardness against her core.
Y/n gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist, Mark let out a low groan, the feeling of her bare pussy against his cloth covered dick almost too much to handle. He broke the kiss, burying his face in her neck as he started to walk towards her desk. “Fuck, you're so wet”
“Mark,” she panted “Fuck me”
He growled possessively, sitting her down on the desk. He unbuckled his belt quickly, pushing his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself. He spread her legs wider, teasing her buy rubbing his tip up and down her soaked slit, “you want me to Fuck you?” His voice hoarse.
“Y-yes” she whimpered desperately, gripping his dress shirt in her fists. She lifted her hips off her desk slightly, trying to grind against him. She needed friction so bad, but he pulled away. “Dammit, Mark”
“Not so fast, princess,” he teased, enjoying her desperation too much. He continued to tease her with just the tip, running it against her clit but never fully pushing in. “You've been teasing me all fucking day”
“that was justifiable” y/n groaned.
“Mhmm,” He murmured, snapping his hips slightly, making her moan. He slowly moved away from her entrance. He knew she was desperate, her body was covered in goosebumps and she was making small needy noises.
“P-please”
He smirked against her neck, his hands squeezing her thighs possessively. “Please what, Baby?” He asked, his voice low and mocking. He grabbed her hips and bent her over her desk suddenly, making her gasp. “You want me to fuck you on your desk?”
“Y-yes!”
Without another word, he finally slammed into her, making her cry out loudly. He started to pound into her relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with their moans and cries. “Fuck, you're so tight,” He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips.
“Look at you taking my cock so perfectly, baby” he groaned, speeding up his pace. The sound of her office supplies rattling with each thrust was incredibly sexy. He leaned over her back, one hand trailing up to grab her hair.
“Mark!” She gasped desperately, gripping the sides of her desk for Leverage. She rutted her hips back, pressing her ass against him.
He loved the way she was trying to pull him deeper, his long length hitting all the right spots inside her. He wrapped her hair around his fist, gently tugging her head back so he could nuzzle his face against her neck. “You like this baby?”
“Fuck, yes!” she cried out, reaching behind her to grab his hips.
“That's it, take my cock like a good girl,” he growled, his hips slapping against her ass. He let go of her hair, his hand moving to her shoulder to hold her in place as he pounded into her harder. “You feel so fucking good, Y/n”
She moaned louder. “Oh, fuck. right there” she said breathlessly.
Mark groaned, feeling her tighten around him. “Right there, baby?” he asked, hitting that spot over and over again. He could feel his orgasm building, but he wanted to make sure she came first. He reached around with one hand and found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles.
Mark growled, continuing his relentless thrusts while focusing pressure on her clit. The office supplies were now fully scattered across her desk, the sound of them clattering mixed with their heavy breathing and moans. “H-harder” y/n gasped.
He growled, his hips moving like a machine as he pounded into her harder, his fingers pressing against her clit harder. “Baby, come on my dick,” he growled, his own release barreling down on him. “I can't hold back much longer”
“Oh fuck, I'm cumming!” she gasped as she finally reached the edge. Her body tensed from the immense pleasure as her forehead pressed against the desk. Her orgasm hit her like a train, loud moans and pants coming out from her mouth.
Mark couldn't hold back as he felt her tight pussy clamp around his cock, her orgasm triggering his own. He slammed into her one last time with a loud groan, burying himself deep as rope after rope of cum shot inside her. His grip on her hips tightened, fingertips digging into her soft flesh.
“S-shit”
Breathing heavily, he continued to throb inside her, slowly pulling out carefully. “Fuck Y/n, that was-” he trailed off, grabbing some tissues from her desk to clean up. His hands slightly shaky from the intense orgasm. He pulled up his pants but left the belt undone. She grabbed his face in her hands, crashing her lips against his.
“That was perfect” She said softly, catching her breath.
“Damn right,” Mark could see the desperation and satisfaction in her eyes, a mix that made his cock twitch despite having just come. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against hers. He chuckled softly, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. “God, you're going to be the death of me” he murmured before stealing another quick kiss. He gently pulled away, straightening up his clothes as he glanced around the messy office.
“yeah, I'll deal with it Monday” y/n Sighed.
“mhm” Mark kissed the side of her forehead. “we're getting you home, I'm far from finished with you”
can i request some head cannons on what being married to mark sloan would be like? sfw or nsfw it doesn’t matter ! :) thanks !!
— being married to mark sloan hcs ୨୧
hii!! of course i can tysm for your request <3 i love mark sooo much, i hope these are what you were looking for! maybe slight spoilers?
request box is open ♡
it must be said that he loves you more than life itself, and would put you before anything
you’d known each other longgg before getting together and then eventually married, because despite his ‘manwhore’ reputation, he wanted to take it slow with you
which all worked out in the end as here you are, married <3
touchy touchy touchy, best believe he wants it known that he’s yours and you’re his
especially around derek though mark stole derek’s girl and not the other way round
i think he’d call you some sort of cute typical pet name, maybe like baby
if you work at the hospital, he’d try to get you in on all of his surgeries even if you didn’t specialise in anything involved in it
you’d be in the gallery if you couldn’t be down there though :) and he’d do the same!
lots of trust and support between you both and he’d always make you feel loved
ohhhh myyyy goodnessss he’s always trying to get in your pants or get you in his, he’s such a horndog and is so shameless about it
has tried to freak you in one of the on-call rooms many times before, and has probably succeeded a good few times
going home to or with him after a long shift would change my life forever
picture this: you’ve been working on your feet for around eighteen hours, surgery after surgery and lots of patients. your feet feel like they’re bleeding and you just want to sleep sooo bad. you walk through your front door and see him there, clad in pajama bottoms and shirtless with a large smile on his face as he serves up your freshly made dinner, pajamas ready for you hanging over the side of your sofa. he gestures towards your shared bathroom and says, “go shower, baby. dinner’s still hot.”
i’d die. which reminds me! if you ever got into a near-death experience - which this is set in the grey’s anatomy universe, of course you will - this man is NOT leaving your side at all. that’s it. he’s glued and is asking if you need anything every second, spinning his wedding band as he asks out of nervousness.
he’s always cracking jokes, whether it’s at your expense or someone else’s - usually derek’s, it doesn’t matter. as long as you laugh, that’s all that’s important <3
marrying him was the best day of your lives, a large entertaining ceremony with both of your families and closest friends sharing anecdotes of your lives? secrets were spilled and everyone was laughing all the time. the mark sloan effect
also, your husband is HOTTT. you’re constantly having to fight off patients and other people wherever you go - and he eats that shit up.
i like to think that after everyone settles down (mark, derek and addie etc) you and derek are quite close friends, because with mark does come derek despite their previous differences
speaking of addison, you do keep your eye out for her. i would too, worrying she’s trying to take back my man </3. she’s respectful enough not to try anything but still.
Summary: You're finally fed up with your controlling boyfriend, but you feel stuck. You find your savior in the last person you would've expected: Billy Hargrove, formerly Hawkins' most notorious bad boy. He's changed...a lot.
CW: referenced child abuse, aftereffects of abusive relationship
Notes: This work is set around the year 1995; reader and Billy are about 27/28 years old
"What else should I be?/All apologies"
"I wish I was like you/Easily amused/Find my nest of salt/Everything is my fault"
You slipped into your makeshift bed on the living room couch, freshly showered and feeling a little better. Warmer. Your chest still felt tight from the anxieties the night had brought, but all the possibilities of life were starting to bloom in your imagination. You could get your own apartment. You could decorate to your heart's content and leave a nightlight on or fall asleep to music if you wanted. You could sit around and do nothing on a Saturday afternoon without guilt. Concerts, spontaneous dinners out, all the movie marathons you wanted without a single person to grumble or lecture you about your choices!
But that was its own problem: without a single person…
Never in your life had you been without company in your home. You'd never had to sit in silence with yourself for long stretches of time, and imagining that put a pit of dread in your stomach. One step at a time, you reminded yourself.
You needed a distraction from your spiraling thoughts. You needed something to latch onto.
Billy.
His soft snores were muffled by his closed bedroom door and you wondered again how you got here. The Billy you'd known would never have lifted a finger to help you unless he wanted to get in your pants. Your anxiety flared again.
What if that's exactly what he wants and you fell for it? the tiny voice in your head whispered.
If that's what his goal was, don't you think he'd be out here right now pushing for sex? You warred with yourself. There was no way he'd be patient enough to play the long con, right?
But he was patient, wasn't he? The voice had a good point. Maybe he knew you'd run if he came on too strong. Maybe he's waiting until you feel safe. After all, you both know you'd let him in eventually, wouldn't you?
Your cheeks flushed, and your jaw clenched stubbornly. You wanted to deny it, to say you weren't that type of girl. But what would be the point of lying to yourself? The way your eyes wandered over him tonight in the phone booth and how you swooned when he got closer told a different story than the one you wanted to believe. You'd give him anything he wanted for saving you from that miserable purgatory. Maybe you should've felt ashamed, but you'd emotionally checked out on Danny a long time ago. It was only now that you could admit it. You rubbed your hands over your face in agitation. All you wanted to do was sleep; instead, you were thinking about jumping into something with a man you didn't know anymore. And if you were being realistic, you knew he wouldn't need to trick you into bed and so did he. Your inner voice was wrong — maybe Billy just wasn't into you like that. Why was it so hard to accept that his intentions were pure?
It felt like you'd been staring at the popcorn ceiling forever when the rain started again, pounding the tin roof of the trailer. It vanquished the oppressive quiet so you could finally relax. There was a soft echo in your head just before sleep pulled you under:
"It ain't much, but it's mine. Yours now, too, I guess."
Bare feet slapped against hot pavement, the summer sun beating down on Hawkins. It was scorching outside, and your mother had forgotten to bring sunscreen. You were busy chasing your bratty cousin; you'd been charged with watching him at the Fourth of July Bash the town held every year. There was a deep misery in you. If you lost him (and he was trying very hard to lose you), your ass was grass.
Later, mom was apologizing to you and the doctor for her carelessness. The office was cold, clean, and bright — so different from home.
"She has second degree burns. I'll give you a prescription for medicated cream, and you should consider keeping any fabric off the blisters." Your eyes were glued to one the size of a golf ball on your shoulder. When you peered up at the doc, you saw that his eyes were hard as steel. He was mad.
A hot bath because mom believed hot water drew burns out of your skin. She'd always get confused like that; it was cold water that helped burns, you wanted to tell her, but she wouldn't listen even if you did. What did an eight-year-old know, anyway?
Unbearable fucking pain. You cried but she just said, "I'm sorry, baby, it only hurts for a little bit. I promise." Staring straight ahead as she submerged your shoulders, reciting a poem in your head to distance yourself from the agony.
Years later, no longer under her care. Your skin was too red and hot to the touch; you'd forgotten to put on sunscreen at the beach.
"You really should've been more careful." Danny's voice this time. You always showered together but when it was your turn under the spray, this time you turned the faucet to cool down the water. He grumbled because some of the cold droplets splashed his skin in little flecks.
"I'm sorry." Your hand stretched toward the faucet, turning it hot again.
You stared straight ahead, zoning out. The pain dulled; it was easy if you knew how.
Bacon and eggs…bacon and eggs???
You blinked awake, groggy and disoriented. Panic set in when you registered unfamiliar pine-paneled walls and a clock adorned with seashells hanging next to an Alice in Chains poster. This wasn't home…then it all came crashing back. You'd left. Billy fucking Hargrove had taken you in, of all people. And now he was…making breakfast?
You padded into the kitchen on bare feet. The linoleum floor was chilly and you grimaced as you realized — right, no central heating. Not like you were about to complain, though. His back was to you as he reached into a cabinet and pulled down two plates with one hand, still flipping bacon with the other. You drew your legs to your chest in your chair at the tiny Formica table to get your toes off the icy floor while you watched him, chin propped on your knees.
"Don't get used to it," he warned without turning around. His voice was still raspy and deep from sleep. "Your stomach was growling so loud I heard it over the rain." Your heart sank; you'd made too much noise already. It was probably annoying. Not again…
"I'm sorry," you mumbled.
Billy's head turned, and the easy smile you didn't even know he'd been wearing faded. "The hell are you sorry for, huh? Being hungry?" Your face heated with embarrassment. Now you'd killed the mood. Great. Before you could stammer out another apology for being sorry in the first place — ridiculous — he set the food down on the table and dropped into the seat across from you. "Eat." Not wanting to seem ungrateful, you took a tentative bite. It was hard to fuck up bacon and eggs, but you couldn't quite trust Billy's cooking yet. Nothing about him screamed "domestic."
It was…good. He must've seen the shock on your face; he snorted and shook his head. "I'm not gonna poison you or anything. Have a little faith, won't you?" You opened your mouth to speak. "If the word 'sorry' is about to come out, save it." It snapped shut again. You glanced up at him through your lashes, guilty. He snickered. "Predictable."
"Hey!" you said, smiling despite yourself, "I'm still adjusting, alright? The last time I saw you, you were doing keg-stands and acting like the Terminator. You weren't—" you gestured at him— "like this! It's beyond freaky."
"Yeah?" he retorted. "Last time I saw you, you were giving a boring ass speech at graduation, looking like a dorky owl with those thick glasses." He made huge circles around his eyes with his fingers and you playfully flipped him the bird. "Seriously, I thought you were going to Harvard or something, and now you're…here." He gestured back at you, to his table that wobbled if you so much as looked at it wrong. "It's an adjustment for both of us, sweetheart." The laughter bubbled up from your throat before you could control it.
"Harvard?! You thought I was Ivy League material?"
"Yeah, I do, and so did those recruiters you were talking to at the College Fair." That caught you off guard; he'd been paying attention. "So why didn't you go?" There was no trace of sarcasm in his voice, just real curiosity.
"Isn't it obvious?" His furrowed brow told you he didn't think so. "I chose love over school. It seemed like a romantic notion at the time…" Your skin crawled; you felt exposed and like you were ruining the morning with your stupid, tragic life. You needed to lighten the tension. "Besides, I couldn't afford Harvard anyway. You kidding me? Harrington couldn't afford it."
"Harrington is also an idiot," Billy remarked matter-of-factly. "You're not." He paused. "Well, maybe…I mean, skipping college for Danny Larson?" He smirked and rolled his eyes. "Talk about love making you blind." You gave him a mock glare and picked your fork back up, brandishing it at him like a weapon.
"Says the guy who fucked Kelly Daniels. She looked like a clown!"
"A sexy one." He was unbothered by your teasing. You arched a brow at him.
"You got some sort of clown fetish, weirdo?"
"Nah, but you might. Danny fuckin' Larson…" he repeated, grinning smugly.
"Fair enough."
You bantered back and forth like that until he looked down at his watch and swore. "Shit, I gotta go. I'm gonna be late for work." You tried to shove down the disappointment you felt. It was Saturday; you didn't think he'd have to go anywhere.
Billy seemed to catch it in your expression. "I'm not your fancy office boy, princess. Garage doesn't close for weekends like the stock market." He polished off the rest of his food and slung his jacket over his shoulders. Before he left, he turned back to you, pausing on the steps to poke his head back in.
"Don't burn the house down while I'm gone." He winked and bounded down the steps, shutting the door behind him. The screen followed a couple of seconds later with a hollow bang.
Now what?
The first order of business was washing the dishes. He never asked you to do it, but you figured it would keep your mind busy and it'd be one way to prove you weren't the lazy slob Danny accused you of being. Billy had a small radio in the kitchen and you turned it on while you worked, humming along to The Cranberries. The local alternative station spurred you on as you went through the rooms, dusting and sweeping and folding up your blankets to make the couch inhabitable. You found some supplies under the sink and scrubbed the bathroom down, though it really didn't need much maintenance. It was surprising how neat he kept the place.
So many things about him weren't what they seemed.
Before you knew it, the trailer was nearly spotless. It was then that you realized the chores had only seemed so insurmountable before because you had someone breathing down your neck, waiting for you to slip up so he could pound your spirit into the dirt. You wanted to do it now.
The only room you hadn't explored by noon was Billy's bedroom. You knew he said this was your place, too, but it still felt like you'd be crossing a line… no matter how goddamn badly you wanted to know what it looked like. You wondered what kind of posters he had in there. What kind of blankets he slept under, if they were the scratchy wool kind or something soft like a thick, padded quilt. If he read before bed and what book you might find on his nightstand. Twenty-four hours ago, you'd have said no way he read at all, but you weren't so sure anymore.
The way he spoke to you over breakfast — the breakfast he made for you — made you feel more confused. You could chalk it up to him being a good host, but the two of you had settled into such a comfortable rhythm, like you'd been friends forever instead of practically strangers until last night. Then again, you couldn't exactly trust your own judgment; you were rusty when it came to making friends. Danny had isolated you in your time together. He always found something he didn't like about the people you loved. He bitched about them behind their backs until it was less of a hassle just to stay home. Billy was probably just being a good person. It'd be awkward to share a place with someone and act cold and distant — it was in your best interests to get along.
The more you thought about it, the more convinced you became that you were making a big deal out of nothing. For one thing, he was way out of your league, trailer or not. He could still have anyone he wanted; time only served to make him more handsome. And he still remembered you as the dorky chick with the thick glasses and a bad perm. That was depressing. You sighed and tried to push the thoughts away, but there wasn't enough busywork in the world to distract you from the enigma that was Billy Hargrove. That didn't stop you from trying, though.
Desperate, you searched the place for more to do. Once the laundry you found in the bathroom hamper was in the washing machine and the kitchen counters were gleaming, you'd killed…another half hour. You dragged your hands down your face. Goddamnit.
EDDIE MUNSON never thought about recording while he had sex. It just never came to mind. Not until he had his favorite little cheerleader face down, ass up on his mattress. Still wearing her Hawkins High cheer uniform, her skirt hiked up on her waist, bouncing slightly everytime he fucks into her.
“Just like that, pretty girl. Just— fuck— like that,” Eddie pants above you. His camera pointed directly at the area where you’re connected. Watching the way the plump of your ass ripples with every thrust.
“Eddie,” you whine, your voice almost overshadowed by the sound of your ass meeting his thighs. His hand settles on your rear, kneading and pressing the pads of his fingers into the skin. He moves the camera up. The lens trailing your quivering body in your uniform, your soft hands clutching at his comforter and your face pushed sideways into his bed.
“Yeah? Whose dick are you taking, pretty girl? Who’s making you feel good, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, his voice broken up by groans and ragged breaths. He damn near forgets about the camera entirely when your pretty cunt tightens around his dick. A broken moan echoing behind the camera.
“You, fuck, it’s yours,” you breathe out, nearly overshadowed by the squelch of your pussy. You let out a cry when Eddie’s hand suddenly comes down on the flesh of your ass, his rings leaving behind a sting.
“Uht uht, say my name,” he orders, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches you try to hide from the camera. He fucks you a little harder until a mumbled string of his name over and over again comes from you. “Yeah, baby, it’s me.”
He drops the camera so he can keep fucking you properly. Only what you deserve, after all. He promised he’d be better fuck than any jock you could find. He also promised he’d show the jocks that he could treat you better. Good thing he recorded.
⚠️DISCLAIMER - IN MY HEAD AND IN MY FIXS HE IS NOT A RAPIST OR PEDO AND THIS IS BECAUSE I WOULD DO HORRIBLY SLUTTY THINGS TO HIM IF GIVEN THE CHANCE AND I NEED TO GET MY HORNINESS OUT SOMEHOW AND THERE IS NO CONTENT FOR THIS MAN. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I AM THIRSTY. THIS MAN MAKES ME FERAL.⚠️
Summary: You started sleeping in T-Bag's room because you needed him for comfort. You continued because you needed him for... something else.
Warnings: SMUT. Mentions of violence, PTSD.
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The first time you slept in T-Bag's room was because you needed him. You were hard to read, you learned to be in prison. You maintained a level of secrecy designed to ensure your weaknesses could not be found. You watched more than you did, listened more than you spoke, and generally tried to make sure that you had a good read on those around you even if they knew nothing of you. It was how you operated.
When Gretchen took you... it was brutality like you had never seen. You tried to avoid looking at the ugly scars on your back, you slept with a gun beside you and a knife under your pillow. You hated the feeling of anything touching your wrists after being shackled for so long. Death would have been a dream locked up under her watch.
When you and LJ were handed over you isolated for days, only opening the door to your room in the compound when Michael or Sarah left food outside for you. When you and T-Bag broke into a charity event to steal the SCYLA card you thought for sure Gretchen had found you once again and you grabbed him and yanked him into a storage closet with you. In the cramped dark closet with a confused T-Bag you began to panic, gripping his arms until you're knuckles turned white. It took him a moment to understand what was happening. Slowly he wrapped his arms around you, running his hand through your hair and pressing your face into his neck. He hushed you, mumbling in your ear that it wasn't Gretchen, she was dead.
"Teddy's got you, sweetheart. Nobody is ever going to hurt you again, I'm here now."
It was that night that you knocked on T-Bag's door for the first time. You had laid in your bed tossing and turning for hours. If it was only an inability to sleep you would have just laid in bed, but it was also a suffocating feeling of paranoia. You felt like she was there with you.
You werent sure why it was him you needed, you suspected it was because he was the only one who had seen you panic like that. You had never been held by Sarah or Sucre or Alex or anyone else. You had never spoke more than what was necessary to any of them. You hadnt to T-Bag either, but you enjoyed his company. He made you crack a smile with his stupid one liners and witty comebacks.
You were half expecting T-Bag to be asleep. You jumped a bit when he opened the door, hair tousled and eyes half closed. He was wearing a tank top and boxers and took a moment to realize it was you standing outside his door.
"What a surprise. What can I do for you, Señorita?"
You weren't quite sure what to say. "I don't want to be alone," You admitted, chewing on your lip.
To your surprise, T-Bag didn't wink or make a suggestive comment, he simply stepped aside, motioning for you to enter.
You walked into his room, perching on the side of his bed. It was cold in his room, your legs and arms becoming littered with gooseflesh under your shorts and t shirt.
T-Bag laid down beside you, holding open the blanket for you to lay down with him. "You want to talk? Or just cuddle with Teddy?"
The childish language and third person referencing should have irritated you, but honestly, it was comforting. He seemed genuine, in his own T-Bag kind of way. So, you laid down beside him, facing away. You pulled one arm around you and laid your head over his other arm, just above his prosthetic. "Well now, making yourself comfortable, huh?"
You smiled, glad he couldn't see it. "What, is your arm gonna go numb?"
T-Bag chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck. You hoped he didn't notice you shudder.
"I s'pose not."
You slept a bit that night, feeling warm and protected. You disappeared before he woke up.
...
The second time you slept in his bed was a few nights later. You went to him earlier that night, this time he greeted you with a smile and guided you in with his arm around you.
You did the same thing the next night, and the next, and a few more times. The difference was how late you stayed into the morning.
He never tried anything with you, never even initiated. He did wake up with a stiff cock in his shorts a few times, but most men did. He usually just rolled over. It was odd, seeing T-Bag be so careful with you. He'd always made comments before, and still did during the day - but not at night, not when you came to him in need.
...
This night was different. You needed Teddy to sleep, now. He referred to himself as Teddy Bear teasingly, but he was right. You needed his comfort, his warmth. And now, you needed something else.
You were completely naked under a large t shirt tonight. Your heart beat fast as you walked down the hallway. Your hair was down, your skin smooth from being freshly shaved and lotioned.
You knocked on the door, as always, and were greeted by a smiling Teddy, as always.
"I was beginning to worry you weren't coming, Sugar. I was getting a little tired."
You said nothing as you climbed in bed with him and waited to feel his warmth behind you. He settled in, onw arm under your head, one tucked around your waist, his face buried in your neck. He breathed in deeply, "You smell sweet," he mumbled. "It's nice."
"Thanks," You let your hand drop down to Teddy's, running your fingers over his wrist, "mind if I turn off the light?"
"'Course not."
You planned this, of course. Leaned up you made sure to stretch extra far, your shirt riding up under Teddy's hand and leaving it laying on your bare hip. You felt Teddy's fingers stiffen, realizing your shorts weren't under your shirt like they always were, nor were your underwear.
His voice lowered in your ear, hand locked onto your hip. "I think you forgot something, Miss Y/N."
"Did I forget anything else?"
Teddy didn't move at first, almost waiting for you to take it back. Slowly, his fingertips moved up your side, under your shirt, and up to your bare breasts. He sucked in a slow, deep breath as his hand finally came to softly squeeze your breast. He fondled your breast a few more times before moving to your nipple. He growled into your neck when you shifted to an angle that allowed him to touch your other breast.
"Y/N," his tone was strained, like it was physically difficult for him to get the words out, "If you're backing out you gotta do it now, darlin'."
You slowly moved his hand from under your shirt and sat up beside him. You watched him close his eyes, taking several controlled breaths. He laid on his back, rubbing his face with his hands. If you were a cruel woman, you'd let him suffer. Instead, you smiled softly to yourself and lifted your shirt over your head, dropping over Teddy's face.
In the time it took him to fumble with the shirt you pulled out the stiff cock peeking from the hole in his boxers and got on all fours, making a show of your ass and arching your back.
Teddy let out a low groan when he saw you, on all fours beside him, eyes sparkling with a naughty smirk as you licked the red tip of his cock. His eyes were frighteningly dark now, that tongue of his peaking out on his lip and his hand fisted in the blanket.
You took a few inches of him into your mouth, using your hand to stroke what you weren't sure you could fit. Teddy let his head fall back on his pillow, low groans and curses falling from his lips as you sucked. He looked up every once in a while, he needed to take in the view he had of your breasts just grazing the mattress and your ass in the air.
It took a lot of willpower, but after a few moments Teddy put two fingers under your chin and gently pushed your head up and off of his cock. He sat up, pulled off his tank top, lifted his hips, and tossed off his shorts. Then he laid back on the bed, shimmying down into the mattress, and grinned at you. His tongue darted out onto his lip - that tongue thing drove you crazy.
"C'mon over, darlin'. Sit down, give Teddy a taste."
You felt a shiver run down your body at the thought. You felt a bit insecure, but there was no way you'd be turning down that offer. You swung a leg over him and faced the wall, a knee on either side of his head. His eyes glinted up at you as he grabbed your hips and tugged you down onto his mouth.
You let your head fall back as he started on you. He kept his prosthetic arm locked onto your waist and he lowered his other hand behind you, playing with himself as he ate. His tongue was everything you'd dreamed it would be. It went deeply into your cunt a few times, then came back and circled around your clit. He nibbled and sucked and licked as you rocked a bit on his face, desperate for more of whatever the hell he was doing to you. One of your hands was pressed against the wall, the other scratching lightly at his scalp. He moaned against you, still rubbing himself behind you.
It was a slow building orgasm, the heat in your lower belly growing and your body beginning to tingle. You were trying your best to keep the volume down, the last thing you needed was everyone making fun of you two come morning, but the closer you got to cumming the harder silence became. You felt your thighs beginning to shake around his head, and you tried to raise up and catch a break, afraid you would cry out. Teddy's arm roughly yanked you back down, locking around your hip. He released his cock, bringing his hand up to smack your ass, scolding you for pulling away. Then, he reached up and pushed two fingers into you, still sucking on your clit. Your whole body began to quake as he gently massaged the inside of your cunt. He chuckled as you froze, body completely rigid as you fell over the edge. You covered your own mouth with your hand, letting out a choked cry and continuing to rock on his face. He withdrew his fingers and became more gentle with his licking, easing you through your orgasm until you were trembling over him. On shaking legs you rose up off of him, shuddering as he pressed one more kiss to your clit. You plopped down beside him, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. He sat up, pushing your hair behind your ear and leaning in, almost kissing you.
"You taste as good as you look, pretty girl." He leaned in a little closer, brushing his lips against yours. You were too impatient to wait, pressing your lips against his mouth, still wet from you. He reached up and cradled the back of your head in his hand, rubbing circles in the spot behind your ear. You held his face in your hands, heart racing. You kissed for a few moments, soft moans leaving your mouth into his. He began speaking between kisses, unable to keep the smile from his face. "You know how hard it was keeping my hands to myself, Miss Y/N?"
He settled between your legs, the tip of his dick brushing up against your inner thigh. "Sleeping next to you every night? That ass up against me? I swear I could hear that pretty pussy calling my name."
He laid against you, propped up on his elbows, still kissing you as he spoke, "This ain't gonna be the last time, darlin'. I'm gonna need to taste you again, and I'm gonna need to feel you again."
You reached down between you, rubbing him against your wet pussy.
"That's my good girl," he growled, pushing himself into you slowly. "I told you your Teddy Bear was gonna take of you."
You let out a whine. You hadnt noticed the slight curve in Teddy's dick, but you did now. It was rubbing against that delicious spot that his fingers had found earlier, sending shudders and heat through your body every time he hit it. Teddy fucked you in slow, deep, controlled thrusts. He nuzzled his head against your neck, sucking on your skin and mumbling dirty things. Your nails dug into his back and your legs locked around his waist as you tried to muffle your cries.
"Aw now baby don't go holding it in. Let everybody out there hear Teddy make you feel good. Make sure they know you're mine now. All mine, Miss Y/N. That pussy is too good to be anyone else's. You belong with me."
His works were a mixture of sexy and sweet. You felt like he might really mean them. You hoped he meant them.
You let out a pathetic whine as he pulled out of you and he chuckled, shaking loose from your hold and sitting back on his knees. He motioned for you to sit up as well, and then for you to turn around. You sat on your knees, once again facing the wall. Teddy settled behind you, kissing your neck and holding you around the waist with his prosthetic arm. His other hand brought his cock to your pussy from behind, and you arched your back, laying your head on his shoulder. Teddy chuckled, "What a good fucking girl sticking that big ass out for her Teddy Bear."
He pushed in much faster this time now that you had grown accustomed to his size. You cried out as he began thrusting into you much harder and faster, his hand coming up to grip around your throat. He applied enough pressure to give you little pinpricks in your vision, but not enough to hurt you. Teddy would never hurt you.
"You take this big dick so good," he grunted in your ear, his voiced sounding strained now. "Is all this for me? Hm? Who's are you?"
"Yours, yours Teddy," You choked out, inhibited by both his hand and his dick.
"That's my pretty girl. All for me, all Teddy's."
He released your neck and waist and you fell forward on all fours, once again arching your back for him. He hit a new spot now, and you knew you wouldn't last long.
"Fuck, darlin'. Ain't no view of you I don't like." Teddy smacked your ass, still thrusting into you almost too deep to handle. "In fact you look so damn good right now I don't think I'm gonna be able to handle it much longer. Where you want me?"
"Inside," You moaned. You'd get a Plan B tomorrow...
"Dirty, dirty girl," he groaned. "Just look at that pretty pussy grippin' Teddy's big dick. You're gonna take it all, pretty girl. I'm gonna fill you up."
Teddy's filthy mouth was sending your mind spinning, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You arched into him just a little more until he hit the spot you needed, and then it hit you like a train. You couldn't keep this cry in, your body once again trembling. You felt your pussy pulse around his cock and your slick ran down your inner thighs. Teddy gave a strangled groan behind you, not expecting your pussy to grip him the way it did. You felt his dick stiffen and then twitch inside of you, hot cum filling you. He continued thrusting into you, his hand rubbing your ass. His moans and groans sent shivers through you - you loved a man that made a little noise. When he finally slowly pulled out he sat back, spreading your pussy open with his hand.
"Push out for me, darlin'."
You did, blushing when you felt a river of his cum gush out of you and down your thighs. Teddy let out a long moan watching it, and then delivered your ass one more good smack. "Too fuckn' good, pretty girl."
After a moment you fell onto your side, body still tingling and pussy swollen. Teddy got off the bed, leaning down and pressing another slow kiss to your lips before taking your hands and pulling you off the bed. You whined when you stood. You were exhausted now.
"You hush now," he scolded playfully. "C'mon."
You did not follow him to the door, raising an eyebrow when he turned around to look at you.
"Well we gotta shower off now, darlin'. We made a mess of ourselves."
"We're naked, Teddy."
He scoffed, opening the door. "Nobody's awake right now, pretty girl. And if they are, they're fuckin' too."
He walked out, leaving the door open behind him. You hesitated for a moment, but you were all sweaty and sticky... and you didn't want to pass up the opportunity to see Teddy all wet and dripping...
You followed behind him, trying to be quiet and hoping nobody saw you, shiny with sweat, red ass from Teddy's smacks, flushed face and messy hair and wet tracks leading from your pussy down you legs. You sprinted down the hallway and to the bathroom where Teddy had already turned on the shower and stepped in. You locked the door behind you and joined him.
Teddy was really a very sexy man. Strong, but not too muscular. His face was so sharp and dark and his eyes just seemed to radiate power. He had a little bit of chest hair, and now that you were looking, his cock was pretty impressive even soft.
He was already covered in soap, so he handed off the bottle and wash cloth to you. You flushed a bit as you washed yourself, noticing Teddy leaned against the shower wall with his arms crossing and his bottom lip in his teeth as he watched the soap cascade down your body. After you had cleaned off, he held his arms out to you, wrapping you in his tight embrace. His prosthetic arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you tightly against him. You let your head rest against his chest and he leaned his on yours. With his hand he gently massaged the back of your neck.
"I'm going to take care of you, pretty girl. You're all mine. Nobody's ever going to hurt you again."
You pulled back a bit, gently touching his face and pulling him into another deep kiss. You smiled against his lips when you felt his cock twitch against you.
...
When you made it back to Teddy's bed, laying on his chest while he played with your hair, you replayed the whole night in your mind over and over. You would probably replay it forever.
"You know what, Miss Y/N?"
"What, Teddy?"
"I think you spend an awful lot of time walking back and forth between our rooms - and I spend an awful lot of time waiting for you. It'd save us both a lot of energy if you just stayed with me."
"You asking me to move in, Teddy?"
He smiled, gently taking your chin in his hand and pulling you in for a soft kiss. "I am. I can keep you safe and satisfied much easier if you're always by my side. You know I'll take good care of you. You're my pretty girl."
You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks flush once again. "And after this is all over?"
Teddy softly touched the side of your face, "I'm thinking a nice, warm beach. You and me. We can make a good life somewhere close to the ocean. Far away from all of this foolishness."
You pressed one more kiss against his lips, then laid your head back on his chest.
Hii I’m not sure if your still taking requests but if you are could you write a mark sloan x reader which involves him protecting reader from something idk is that makes sense 🫶
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[An unlucky day]
Being a doctor has never been easy. Not only because of everything that had to be studied, the long hours of work, the mistreatment of superiors, or the poor treatment of patients...for you, the most difficult and annoying thing about all of this were the drugged or drunk patients. Most of them did not know where they were or they forgot it all the time, they did not know why they had arrived at the hospital or they deeply denied having consumed anything although their studies will confirm it.They blamed the perfumes, the chocolates that their grandmothers had given them and they didn't know they had alcohol in them, or they tried to make excuses like birthdays, weddings, New Year's Eve or Christmas.
Your 42-hour shift was about to end, there were only 4 hours left and you could return to your comfortable bed. But of course those hours would not be peaceful. It was as if the universe knew you were about to leave, that it decided to send you a bunch of patients together.
"Car crash. Two cars involved. One of the drivers was under drugs. You two, come with me." Bailey said, obviously pointing at you and another resident.
You tried not to snort too hard, you knew that if Bailey noticed, every time a case like this came up, she would call you just because she knows it bothered you.
The ambulance arrived at the same time you finished putting on your gloves. The doors opened quickly and the nurses took out a man in his 50s, unconscious, with a wound on his arm and a couple of bruises and cuts on his face. Bailey, seeing that the man was not in life-or-death conditions, pointed a finger at you, indicating that the patient was yours.
The nurses helped you take him to a more private room, just as another nurse entered.
"Thank you very much, I can so ir alone from here. Could you call Dr. Sloan? His face has a couple of bruises that I want him to see." I asked the nurse who nodded quickly and left the room next to the stretcher bearer, leaving me alone with the patient.
You began to prepare your things, turn on the machines and other things, turning your back to the patient.
And that was the worst thing that you could do.
While you were preparing the needle with tranquilizer to give it to the patient, the man had woken up. And not in the best conditions. He was under substances, in a place he didn't know, tied to a stretcher, with his entire body in pain, with a possible concussion and with someone who was about to prick his arm with something he had no idea what it was.
"Oh-" You said when you saw the he had woken up. But before you could say anything, the man let go of the stretcher and hit your hand, causing the needle to fall to the floor.
"Who the hell are you! Where I am? Let me out!" He screamed as he tried to free himself from his other restraints.
"Sir...calm please, you are in a hospital, you-"
"NO! YOU'RE LYING, YOU DAMN BITCH!" The man yelled before he could completely let go.
When you saw that the man got up from the stretcher, you took advantage of the fact that he was distracted and ran towards the door. Just as your hand had grabbed the door handle, the man grabbed your hair, pulling it back at the same time as you opened the door.
Luckily for you, when the door opened, the first thing you saw was Mark's face.
"Let me out! Let me out or I swear I'll kill them!" The man shouted in your ear as his other arm wrapped around your neck.
The nurse behind Mark quickly ran off in search of more help, as Mark's face contorted on fury.
"Let them go now! You're in a hospital, you can't do these things. Let them go now if you don't want us to call the police." Mark said with a strong voice. Although the reality was that the police would come anyway to arrest him for driving under the influence.
"T-the po-police..." The man said as he backed away. His arm was beginning to let go of you and when Mark noticed it too, he grabbed your arm quickly, pulling you away from the man.
Mark quickly put you behind him. He was much taller and bigger than you, so you had been completely hidden behind him, seeing his big back. The man started screaming again, this time running towards us. Mark was backing away with his hands at your sides, trying to protect you from the man who was trying to grab you again. But the man was able to take Mark's robe.
Seeing how the man and Mark were pulling, you ran to the table, took a needle and filled it with a tranquilizer. once Once you knew it was enough to put the patient to sleep for a few hours, you quickly injected it into his shoulder.
The man turned around quickly, hitting you in the face, causing you to fall sitting on the floor. And just as Mark was about to hit him back, hospital security ran in, arresting the patient.
Once they had him grabbed, and pulled away from the room, Mark quickly approached you, crouching down next to you.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What hurts? That fucking son of a bit-" He said as he watched your nose begin to bleed.
"Mark!" You shouted to interrupt him. "I'm fine, really...and you?"
"Your nose is bleeding, probably broken, and your eye is black. Don't tell me you're fine, that bastard ruined your face..." He said seriously as he took a cotton ball and put it on your nose.
"But luckily I have you to fix it, right?" I said while smiling, trying to get him to relax.
"Of course darling..."
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