Pretty Lady [ Mark Sloan X Reader ]

Pretty Lady [ Mark Sloan X Reader ]

Being the sister of a surgeon can really suck sometimes.

"C'mon Christina you promised that we would go do something today."

"Well I have work, and you shouldn't even be here. Go home so I can do my job."

Y/n pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You're no fun."

"Yeah yeah. Just go home before you end up causing trouble."

Y/n shoved her hands in her pockets and went to exit the hospital. Except she ended up getting lost.

"Damn it." She muttered under her breath. "Maybe I should-"

She didn't get to finish that sentence because she bumped into someone and nearly fell on her ass. She was about to cuss this person out but the foul words evaporated in her mouth when she saw him.

He was so hot.

Eventually Y/n realized she was staring and turned her gaze to the floor.

"I'm uh sorry about bumping into you and um I well I.."

"Oh it's fine Miss.."

"Yang. Y/n Yang."

"Well Miss Yang, you were looking at me like I was a nice steak. So how about we go out to get drinks and you can look at more than just my face."

"That uh that sounds great."

They exchanged numbers and as Y/n was about to leave she remembered she was lost.

"Sir if you don't mind could you direct me to the front door. I was supposed to be on my way out but I got a little bit lost.."

"Oh yeah sure. I mean I have a few minutes to spare so I could walk you out."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I mean I'd love to spend a few more minutes with a pretty lady."

She blushed and gave him a smile.

"Well the pretty lady would love to spend some more time with the hot guy."

This made Mark smile.

They made it to their destination with chatter and big smiles.

"Well this is my stop.. I just realized I never asked you for your name."

" Dr. Mark Sloan."

"Well Doc, this is my stop."

"We're still on for drinks tonight?"

"Yes sir we are."

"I'll pick you up at 9."

"Sounds like a plan stan."

She winked and pointed at him with finger guns.

Just then Mark's pager went off.

"That's my cue to leave then."

"Alright go save some lives Doc."

And with that he dashed off and she left the hospital.

Both of them with a big smile on their face.

(Hi, this is the first thing I've written on tumblr and the first thing I've ever written for Grey's Anatomy. I'm sorry if Sloan and Yang seem kind OOC. I hope you all enjoyed :))

You’re my patient (Mark McSteamy Sloan x Reader)

 A/N because I want mcsteamy content I gotta make it myself 

Summary: you’re hanging out at Joe’s bar and a knight in shining armour rushes you to the hospital after your drink is spiked

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Warnings: spiked drink but nothing happens, swearing

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NEED YOU — TOP MALE READER X RORONOA ZORO

synopsis. zoro being drunk and needy for your attention was always a sight to behold. but after being way too focused on his training and barely interacting with you for a full week, it wouldn't be fair for you to just give him what he wants. guess he'll just have to earn it from you, one way or another. wc. 2.1k

tags. anal sex, drunk sex, fingering, slight feminisation, tit-sucking, overstimulation, reader edging both zoro and himself in the process, creampie, bit of cockwarming

It wasn’t often that you got to see him like this. 

Zoro pressed his hard-on against your abdomen, making a low, needy noise into the crook of your neck. You held in a leer as he clumsily rocked his hips against your crotch, thighs clenching around your hips, trying to get you hard and ready for him to ride. 

You chose to feign nonchalance. It was always more fun when you made him beg for it. “What’s the special occasion, hm? I smell sake.” 

Zoro mumbled your name, borderline whining, “Not the point.” 

“Yeah?” You grinned. “It’s part of your routine at this point, no? Drinking, sleeping, training. I don’t think you need anything else to keep you satisfied.” 

It wasn’t like you were angry with him. The time you spent together had been barely existent in the past week, with him busy perfecting his swordsmanship in the day and falling asleep immediately when you came to join him in bed. On lazy days he would be sneaking alcohol from the kitchen to drink, and then dozing off—but none of these activities involved you. 

It wasn’t like you were angry—just slightly irritated that maybe he had forgotten about you. But it didn’t matter now, did it? 

Zoro sat back on his haunches, eyes wide with defiance. “No, no—” He leaned in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. “I need this—need you.” 

You kept the kiss as chaste as possible (if it even was possible, as he tried multiple times to stick his tongue into your mouth), hands moving to his waist to gently tug him back, ignoring his red, flushed face, drool almost trickling at the corner of his mouth. One kiss was all it took to reduce him to a mess. It was always a sight to see him drunk and needy, eyes hazy and lips parted, begging for you to take him right there. 

Not today, though. 

“Why’d you—stop?” Zoro panted, hands tightening on your shirt to pull you into another kiss, only to frown petulantly when you held him still. “What? What is it?” 

The corner of your lip twitched as you hid a sadistic smile. 

“I’m not in the mood.” 

“You’re—” Zoro’s eyebrows scrunched up, and he made a face. “And I’m not in the mood for—” He hiccups. “—jokes.” He grinds his front against the hard outline of your cock, letting out a brazen moan, as though proving his statement. 

“I’m not joking. I’m not in the mood.” 

“You’re always in the mood.” 

“Not today,” you told him, not even bothering to be apologetic as Zoro continued to helplessly grind against you, showing you how much he needed this, how badly he wanted it. “And that’s a biological reaction, it means nothing.” 

“Babe,” Zoro whined. “I’m—please—fuck, there, I said it!” He looked at you expectantly, as if he thought you were conditioned to respond to all his requests with one word. 

You looked at him, amused. “You thought I wanted you to beg?” 

“You didn’t?” Zoro frowned, confusion taking over his features before the possibility of you really not being in the mood dawned on him. Humiliation washed over him, and as though he wasn’t red enough already, a steady blush travelled down his neck and into the dip of his yukata, and if you were a weaker man, you would have ripped it off long ago to bite and suck at his huge chest until he was shivering with overstimulation, nothing but broken consonants of your name slipping past his lips. “Why now of all times? You’re, hngh—a cruel bastard.” 

“Am I not allowed to not be in the mood?” 

You grinned at him as he blinked back the tears gathering in his eyes, so painfully hard only to have you deny him of his birthright. 

“I got all ready for you,” Zoro muttered, glaring at you, “and this is what you do to me.” You were careful not to let any excitement show. After all, he had gone and prepped himself for you. He had probably laid on the bed with his hand between his thighs, three knuckles deep inside his tight hole and still pushing one more in—lifting his head with difficulty to watch them go in and out, in and out, feeling so full and yet not enough. 

“How about,” you suggested, smiling at him innocently, “you get me in the mood?” 

“What—how?” His head felt light from the alcohol, his mind was fuzzy, and all he wanted was that fat cock pounding so deep in him that he couldn’t even register the question. “Oh.” He swallowed. “I could.” 

Zoro got up from your lap, albeit a little pettish, and slowly crawled onto the bed. He slid his yukata over his shoulders to pool around his knees, revealing strong delts and a scarless back, save for the almost-faded bruises and love bites littered all over—the remnants of a heated night. Your eyes chased the bead of sweat that trickled down between his shoulder blades, down, down, down—until it reached two firm globes that you wanted to squeeze, or maybe spank them until they were red and aching, until he cried. Zoro canted his hips back to show you the wet, stretched-out hole between them, clenching and fluttering around nothing as he gave a pitiful whine into the pillow he held. 

That was when you realised. He had chosen a promising position, folding his arms and arching his back, pressing his tits onto the soft mattress, a keen, heated gaze thrown over his shoulder to make sure you were watching him. Presenting the most vulnerable part of himself to you. 

You were so fucking hard. But you weren’t going to give in so easily. 

Zoro, seeing as you gave no reaction, spread his legs a little wider, squirming on the sheets to settle into the right pose. He laid the side of his head on the pillow so you could watch, and then staring dead into your eyes, shoved three fingers deep into his mouth and moaned shamelessly around them, as though imagining it were your cock. He coated them with saliva as he slurped them, his blissful expression implying that he was sucking at anything but his fingers. 

You swallowed harshly as drool dripped down his face and onto the pillow, but he didn’t seem to care, only stuck the tip of his tongue out, sliding it between his middle and ring finger, as though mimicking the way he would toy at the slit of your cock. 

Fucking hell. You were moments away from ripping off your pants and pounding him senseless, but then apparently Zoro decided his fingers were wet enough—he pulled them out from his mouth, sticky spit drenching them. Reaching back, he deliberately made a mess as he slapped his fingers against the pink rim of his tight hole, the action making a wet, lewd sound, biting back a moan as one of them slightly dipped in. 

It wasn’t enough. It was never going to be enough. It wouldn’t matter if it was three fingers, four, five—the whole fucking fist—it wouldn’t matter unless it was your cock. He wanted it so fucking badly, but there you were, sitting there like a fool, not giving him what he wanted when he needed it the most. Zoro whines out your name as he shoves two fingers inside, impatient as usual—his hole clenched around them, unused to the sudden intrusion. 

Zoro’s cock hung heavy between his legs, untouched, as his other hand obediently supported his weight. He added one more finger, shuddering as he pressed against his prostate, good but not big enough. 

“Please,” he pleaded, the last of his dignity thrown out the window. “Need you so bad, ‘m gonna die.” He raised his head to give you one last look—face red and teary, lips red from being bitten so hard to suppress his moans, and you fucking lose it. 

In mere seconds, you had thrust to the hilt and Zoro had barely any time to adjust to the size, mouth forming a silent scream as his eyes rolled back. 

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, finally—” he cried, hips meeting your thrusts as unshed tears streamed down his face. “More, harder—ah!” 

You repeatedly nailed his prostate from behind, setting an absolutely punishing pace as you brazenly groaned out his name, uncaring if anyone heard the two of you. “Zoro, fuck, so good, so good for me, so tight—” 

Zoro pushed back against you, always greedy for more, hands grasping for purchase on the sheets as he panted and whined into his pillow. Normally that wouldn’t do, but you would deal with that later—not now, when he was clenching down on you with every thrust, crying out profanities that would send a whorehouse to shame, “I’m yours, fuck me—hnngh, ah! Fuck me with your—cock! Use me, ruin me—” 

“Fuck—Zoro—stop that, it’s too soon—” 

Zoro craned his head to snarl at you, clenching down harder if anything, “I’ll fucking kill you if you come before me!” 

“Well loosen up,” you snapped back, pounding into him harder and deeper, as he sobbed at the new angle, pleasure swelling in his core. 

“More, fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuuuuuuck,” he cried, eyes glossed over as he whimpered, “I need more!” 

“You’re barely hanging on—” you groaned as he thrust back against you just right, making you see stars. “And you're asking for more—?” 

“Just give it to me, harder—” 

Little moans and whines were punched out of him with every thrust as the wet slap of skin against skin and sick squelching sounds filled the room, and you pulled out all of a sudden, watching him scramble to get back on your cock with a displeased growl, he was so fucking close, and still, and still—

You took the opportunity to grab his hips and flip him onto his back, ramming your cock back inside—a direct hit against his prostate, at the same time wrapping a hand around his cock and giving it a hard, firm jerk, thumb digging into the slit—and then Zoro’s coming, locking up tight, clenching down hard on your length as he damn nearly howls your name, eyes crossing and tongue lolling out, body shuddering with the force of his release. 

“I’m so close, fuck, Zoro, Zoro—” you moaned, hands positioned on the back of his knees, spreading his legs wide as you continued to fuck into his used hole, making his toes curl and his nails dig down your back, bordering on overstimulation. 

"Too much—I can't!" he cried, tears leaking out of his eyes as he struggled to keep them open. "Just fucking come already—"

You slammed into him harder, making him choke on a moan. You had originally planned on going easy on him, but you guessed he wasn't planning on walking tomorrow anyway.

“Come inside,” Zoro demanded, weakly glaring up at you as he dared you to defy him, despite panting heavily and still shivering from his body-wracking orgasm. “Wanna feel you.” His cock hung limply between his legs, jolting every now and then as you pounded into him, but it was going to take a while before he was fully hard again. 

You bent down to take his tit into your mouth, sucking at it like a lifeline, like you expected something to come out of it, and Zoro whined, trembling, his tight hole practically wringing you dry as you continued to nail him into the sheets, intense pleasure flooding your senses as you bit and sucked at his chest, the need to mark him up as yours overwhelming you. 

“Gonna come so hard, fuck, s’tight, s’good, mine, Zoro—” 

“Love you—” 

That did it for you. His lips parted and you dove forward to kiss him, bending him in half as you did—cock stuffing him to the brim while you keened, vision whitening out as you moaned shamelessly into the kiss. As you pumped him full of your come, he clenched hard around you, trying to keep it all inside him. 

“Love you too,” you gasped belatedly, panting. 

You shuddered as you felt Zoro’s legs lock around your waist, stopping you from pulling out. 

“Keep it in,” he muttered, eyes drooping. “Take it out in the morning.” 

You watched with fascination as Zoro fell asleep within seconds, snuggling back onto the pillow he had moaned and drooled all over earlier, and you wondered how it was possible for someone who had been so insanely erotic to shift back into his usual sleepy self in a matter of moments. 

Chuckling to yourself, you pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead and settled down beside his sleeping form, making sure to plug him up properly with your cock and not letting even a single drop of your come spill from his hole.  masterlist!

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄: ♡ = fluff, ☆ = angst, ○ = spicy and nsfw

ಇ. 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

too much! ○ it's a match! ♡ sweet dreams! ♡ fall fun! ♡ heartstopper! ♡

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

wait for me ♡ wedding bells ○ too much! ○ one lesson! ♡ it's a match ♡ walls ☆ | pt. 2 in progress caught! ○ | pt. 2 ○ just us. ♡ ○ sweet dreams! ♡ keep your cool! ○ fall fun! ♡ shining armor (fantasy au) ♡ heartstopper! ♡ daybreak. ○ nicknames. ♡ stuffed. ft. fushiguro toji! ○ just a little longer. ♡ raindrops ♡ for the camera ♡ "wake him up!" ♡ swaying in the wind ♡ blurbs: zoro w a vice captain!reader, he's got a good nose for booze

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

fall fun! ♡

𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐏

fall fun! ♡

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

too much! ○ it's a match ♡ sweet dreams! ♡ fall fun! ♡ heartstopper! ♡

ಇ. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

𝐋𝐀𝐖

heartstopper! ♡ sweet, like sugar ♡

ಇ. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

arctic monkeys mini event ft. ace, sanji, zoro, luffy and law!

kinktober '23 ○○○

©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨. 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧!

Would you please do a Mark Sloan x Grey!reader who is Meredith’s twin sister? When he first goes to Grey Sloan he is determined to get with her.

❛ 𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Mark Sloan x Grey!sis!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Hoping you'll like it anon!

You had just left the locker room to finally go home, you were just waiting for Meredith. As you scrolled through the messages on your phone you sensed someone else's presence, and as soon as you looked up you found yourself in front of Mark Sloan. Well, that wasn't new, he was always wherever you were, he never left you alone for a moment. He flirted with you whenever he could, almost embarrassed you, but you got used to it by now.

"Hey, can I bring you home?" he approached with his usual smirk on his face.

"No thanks, I'm waiting for Mer" you went back to checking your messages.

"And if I bring in a restaurant?" when he wants he gets so stubborn.

"I'm not really hungry"

"Then... a little walk?" you sighed smiling. In fact, if he would have continued like this you would have given in.

But why not, I mean he's hot, and je's also an excellent company...

"Hey, come on" Meredith came out of the locker room. Just in time.

"Bye doctor Sloan" you greeted him taking Meredith by the arm to drag her away from there before she wasted any more time with Cristina.

"Finally" you sighed rolling your eyes.

"How's it going with your...?"

"Shut up, he's my nothing" you shut her up as you walked towards the car. She looked so amused selling you like that.

"You know, he used to flirt with me too" Meredith said as you got into the car.

"Really? And...?"

"Well, I think I'd have accepted if Derek hadn't punched him straight in the face before he even finished to talking with me" she laughed at the memory. You laughed with her.

"When did all this happen?" you asked curiously.

"It was before you came here, you should have been there"

"Oh yes. But maybe it's been better like this, cause now you and Derek are good together" you said thinking about it.

"Yeah, maybe... so you can have him all for you"

"Shut up!" oh you know she'll annoy you for a long time.

Before she could start to say any more you turned on the radio hoping to find a decent song, then stared out the window for a while.

"Hey" you got Meredith's attention.

"What?"

"Why did Derek punch him?" you asked confused since you were aware that those two were best friends.

"Well... he slept with his wife, Addison..."

"Wait, what?? Why didn't I know it?!"

"It's happened a long time ago, nobody talks about it anymore" your sister said. You would never have imagined this.

Well, you knew that making mistakes was human, things had now been resolved, but he had always remained the same that he knew what he wanted.

Without even realizing it, you had already arrived home, you got out of the car and as soon as you entered, you both threw yourself on the sofa, exhausted.

The next morning you arrived at the hospital together, and as soon as you had got ready and divided, punctually like every morning, you were greeted by Mark who brought you a coffee.

"Good morning Y/n"

"Good morning" you just took the coffee and drank it right away. It was all you needed.

"You know, you're prettier with loose hair" the fact that he noticed it caused you a little smile, usually you always kept them tied in a ponytail, you hated them.

"Thank you" he said goodbye one last time before leaving to go to a patient.

"Doctor Sloan!" he spun around as soon as he heard your voice calling him.

"Yeah?" he came back to you.

"I, ok, well, you... you're a very good perdon..." his attention increased. "And you're also really handsome, but... I don't know if-"

"No no no, don't finish that phrase, please" you stopped to listen to him, you had no other choice. "You can't say that you don't know if it con work if we didn't even tried. You're beautiful, you're smart, and I really like you, I exactly know what I want, and I won't stop. So if you'll say yes I'll do everything to make you happy and make it work" those words made you feel a weird sensation... he had managed to hit you. No one had ever told you these things. Now you didn't even know what to answer.

"Then Y/n... can I bring you out this time, please?" you laughed at the way he asked you.

"I'd love to" you smiled at him as your gazes met for a moment, until his pager rang.

"See you later baby"

"I can't wait" you watched him walk away.

A pleasant date with a man completely crazy about you awaited you tonight.

Request for Mark Sloan- reader is Alex's little sister and she starts seeing mark Sloan at the start of her internship and it goes from there. Maybe they eventually end up getting married?

Engaged Intern

Request from @stellarosedutton Y/n Karev and Mark have been dating for awhile. To everyone's shock he asks for her hand in the place they met the day she became an intern. (My very first Grey's anatomy request 😊)

Relationships. You'd think they'd be hard to keep them when you're an intern and you're boyfriend's a surgeon. That's not the case when it comes to me and Mark Sloan. Walking in the hospital with my brother Alex I replied looking at my schedule for the day. "I'll meet you for lunch later bro." He plants a kiss to my forehead. Seconds after I feel hands cover my eyes hearing Mark's voice in my ear. "Guess who correctly and you'll win a prize." A giggle escapes my lips spinning around to face my boyfriend. "Hmm what is the prize McSteamy?" A smirk masked his face his arms snacking around my waist. "God that's never gonna get old coming from your mouth." I smile leaning up to kiss heading off to help Derek with patients since I'm assigned to his services this week.

For a weeks when I first started my internship alongside my brother and the others Mark and I would talk about small things. I'd heard the rumors from the nurses and I swooned when Meredith came up with the nickname McSteamy. Mark asked me out during a night shift at the hospital when Alex had gone home. I love my brother but we agreed to keep our relationship a secret in fear he'd go all crazy on me dating him. Eventually he found out when Izzy accidentally found us in an on-call room, cuddling up together. Alex was protective and angry that we went behind his back but thankfully accepted it at seeing me happy.

Mark walked the halls stopping outside one of the on-call rooms. One that to anybody else is a place to sleep when there's little down time. But to him it's the place he met you, the woman he loves. It was always in the back of his mind. Especially during tough surgeries that you couldn't always help with unless you were on his services that week. He reaches into his jacket pocket finding a ring he'd recently bought. So sure you were the one for him. He just has to drop the big question and hope you'll say yes.

Rummaging through the covers I hear my pager going off frequently. I'd only meant to sleep for an hour or so but I guess I slept until I'm supposed to be preparing for surgery in 2 minutes. Bursting through the door I make my tenna shoes shriek on floor and I loose my footing. Surprisingly I don't hit the tile floor, no instead I feel strong arms securely loop around my waist holding me up. "Easy there I'd hate to see a beautiful face like yours get all banged up." A man's voice I don't recognize meets my ears. Once I'm standing up straight I lock onto brown eyes and light brown hair. "Thanks dr - um..." I trailed off at a loss.

"Sloan, Mark Sloan." The man smirked proudly. I glanced to my feet hearing a certain nickname flying around from my friends. McSteamy. A small blush on my cheeks I teased him. "So you're the famous Mcsteamy the other interns excluding my brother and George all awe about?" He raises a brow crossing his arms over his chest. "You're brother's Alex Karev?" I smile doing a princess curtsey laughing at the attractive guy. "Y/n Karev at your service." Mark sticks his hand out and I shake back. "How we go get a drink later?" He suggested and I can't resist. "Sure. But I'm not sleeping with you." He smirks once more heading to the surgical board. "That's what they all say, little Karev."

My pager goes off and it read Mark so I head down to the on-call room seeing Derek and Addison checking him out. "It looks like Mark..." Derek looks his friend up and down. "It feels like him too..." Addison grabs his stubble chin in her hands turning it from one side to another. Mark throws his hands up brushing them away seeing me from the corner of his eye. "Alright, alright get off. That's not the reason I called you both here...Y/n." A smile meets his lips as I stand a few inches in front of him. Addison and Derek have both become close friends with ne so whatever he wanted us for must be important. "You wanted to see me?" I question pushing some hair behind my ear.

"Yes I did baby. Y/n I just want to say I love you..." I smile replying back to my boyfriend. "I love you too." But what happens next surprises me. "I love you so much that I'm certain of this..." He dropped down on one knee pulling out a small blue box, opening it to reveal a ring from Tiffany's inside. "You pulled me out of my sex faise. Showed me that there's more to life than just that, even we're clearly great at it." Derek coughed into his sleeve getting his friend to focus. "Anyway I love you Y/n Karev and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" Happy tears fall down my face with my hands covering my mouth I squealed excitedly. "Yes!"

Mark gets to his feet slipping the ring on my left hand. Cupping his face in my hands I kissed him softly. "I love you Mark Sloan." He kisses me a little more deeply than I anticipated causing me to wrap my arms around his neck. "Hey now save that for the honeymoon you two." Addison taunts us making us break apart with me blushing burying my face in his shirt. "I guess I can't call you little Karev anymore huh?" He kisses my forehead. Looking up into his eyes I question. "What'll I be then Dr. Sloan?" He smirked pulling me into our old on-call room locking the door. "Mrs. Sloan sounds pretty hot." I giggled crawling ontop of him kissing my fiance passionately.

I haven't watched Grey's in forever so forgive me if I'm a little off on the character

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