#mcdreamy

Patrick Dempsey x Reader • MDNI •

This story contains explicit sexual content, including rough sex, dominance/submission elements, oral sex, unprotected sex, spanking, hair-pulling, and consensual rough play. It is intended for mature audiences only. All characters are consenting adults.

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The premiere afterparty buzzed with energy, a glittering sea of celebrities, producers, and industry insiders packed into the grand ballroom of the upscale hotel. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over tuxedos and gowns, while waiters wove through the crowd with trays of hors d'oeuvres and flutes of bubbling champagne. You'd weaseled your way in through a connection—a friend from the wardrobe department who owed you a favor after you'd covered her shift last month. It wasn't your usual scene; you felt a bit out of place in your form-fitting black dress that clung to your hips and dipped low at the neckline, but the thrill of being here made it worth the nerves.

Pairing: Derek Sheperd x Sloan! reader This is a sort of a continuation of the one shot "Another day another prank". You can read it as a stand alone if you want. Warning: Contains mention of pregnancy, swearing, childbirth...

Part 2:

The day started like any other at Grey Sloan Memorial. The halls were buzzing, surgeries were being scheduled, and doctors were busy saving lives. You were in your element, despite the fact that you were carrying what felt like a fully grown adult inside you.

At this point in your pregnancy, walking felt like waddling, bending down was a distant memory, and everything—including Derek’s McDreamy face—was mildly irritating. But you pushed through. You had rounds, patients to check on, and a husband and a brother who, unfortunately, still thought you were the same menace who had pranked them weeks ago.

Your shift was going as smoothly as it could for a heavily pregnant woman. That is, until you felt it. A deep, twisting sensation in your lower abdomen. You paused mid-sentence while explaining a case to an intern.

Oh. Oh no.

You inhaled sharply, placing a hand on your belly. Maybe it was just Braxton Hicks. You had been through this before—false contractions, no big deal.

Then another wave hit, and this time, you gritted your teeth.

Nope. This was real.

You immediately started looking for Derek. You needed to tell him. But of course, fate had other plans because the moment you spotted him, he was standing with Mark, deep in conversation, arms crossed, looking like the self-important surgeons they were.

Okay. No big deal. Just walk over, tell them you’re in labor, and let the chaos begin.

You approached them with urgency, but before you could get a word out—

“Oh, come on, again?” Mark groaned, cutting you off. “We’re not falling for it this time, Sloan.”

Derek sighed, shaking his head. “Babe, it was funny the first time. And maybe the second. But—”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

Mark smirked. “Nice try, but you can’t fool us anymore.”

Derek chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulder like he wasn’t completely dismissing your actual labor pains.

You stared at them in disbelief as another contraction gripped you, making you clutch your stomach. But when you winced, all Mark did was scoff.

“Wow. Selling it harder this time,” he noted, unimpressed. “Even got the fake breathing down.”

Derek laughed.

Oh. Oh, these idiots were going to die.

"I Am Going to Kill You Both."

Your eye twitched as another contraction hit—stronger this time. You clenched your jaw, trying to breathe through it, but all you could focus on was the absolute audacity of these two morons standing in front of you.

Mark was smirking, looking far too pleased with himself. “Gotta say, good effort. Almost had me.”

Derek, your husband, chuckled and actually patted your belly like this was some kind of joke. “Yeah, babe, but you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

Try harder?

Oh, you were about to end their entire careers.

You inhaled sharply, gripping Derek’s lab coat and yanking him down to your level. “Listen to me, you oblivious dumbass. This is not a prank. This is not a drill. I am in labor. Right now. At this very second. And if one of you doesn’t get your shit together, I swear to God, I will make sure neither of you has functioning balls by the end of the day.”

Derek blinked, clearly still not convinced. Mark laughed.

“Oh, come on,” Mark scoffed. “That’s the same thing you said last time.”

You let out a deep breath through gritted teeth and turned to your husband. “Derek. Shepherd. If you do not help me right now, you will never touch me again. Ever.”

That got his attention. Derek’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, but before he could respond—

A contraction ripped through you so intensely that you bent over with a sharp gasp.

And that’s when the panic started.

Derek’s eyes widened. “Wait. Was that—”

Mark’s smirk immediately dropped. “Shit.”

You gripped both their arms so tight that they flinched. “Finally caught up, huh?! YES, IT’S REAL!”

That’s all it took.

Mark and Derek immediately lost their minds.

“OH MY GOD, SHE’S IN LABOR,” Derek shouted, running in a full circle before turning back to you. “WHAT DO WE DO?!”

Mark, the plastic surgeon, waved his hands wildly. “SOMEONE CALL SOMEONE! DO WE NEED HOT WATER?! TOWELS?! CPR?!”

“WHY THE HELL WOULD I NEED CPR, MARK?!” you shrieked.

But these two were useless.

Derek was still running his hands through his hair, mumbling about how this was happening too fast, while Mark was pacing, eyes darting around as if he expected a baby to just fall out of you.

And all the while, your previously pranked victims were watching from the nurses' station.

Cristina, Meredith, Alex, Arizona, Callie, Jackson, Owen, Richard, and Amelia were standing together, arms crossed, sipping coffee, watching the absolute circus unfold.

“I’m just saying,” Alex said, smirking, “we should’ve placed bets on how long it would take for them to believe her.”

“They still haven’t figured out what to do,” Cristina noted, unimpressed. “Idiots.”

Amelia laughed. “Derek looks like he’s about to pass out.”

“He is,” Callie confirmed.

Jackson shook his head. “Should we… help?”

Owen took a sip of his coffee. “No.”

Meanwhile, Derek grabbed your shoulders. “Okay, okay! Deep breaths! We should get to—”

Miranda Bailey’s voice sliced through the chaos like a hot knife.

“Oh, for the love of God, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!”

Mark and Derek jumped like they’d been electrocuted as Miranda stormed over.

She took one look at your hunched-over form, the sweat beading on your forehead, and the fact that your idiot husband and equally idiot brother were doing absolutely nothing—and her eyes narrowed.

“Are you seriously just standing here while your wife is in labor?” she snapped at Derek.

Derek opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

Miranda turned to Mark. “And you. Why are you here?! You are not a doctor for this situation!”

Mark panicked. “I don’t know! She’s my sister! I feel like I should—”

“YOU SHOULD MOVE.”

Mark immediately jumped back.

Miranda exhaled sharply, muttering something under her breath before stepping next to you. “Alright, come on, we are not delivering this baby in a damn hallway.”

“THANK YOU!” you shouted, glaring at Derek. “I SAID THAT TEN MINUTES AGO.”

Derek, now completely pale, finally snapped out of it. “Okay! Okay! Let’s go!”

Mark ran ahead, shoving people out of the way. “MOVE! SHE’S HAVING A BABY! GET OUT OF THE WAY!”

“I SWEAR TO GOD, MARK, IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP—”

Cristina, sipping her coffee, turned to Meredith. “I have never enjoyed something more in my life.”

Meredith nodded. “Worth every second.”

.

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"You. Did. This. To. Me!"

The delivery room was absolute bedlam.

Miranda stood at the side of the bed, completely unfazed, while Arizona prepared for the delivery. Meanwhile, you were seconds away from strangling your husband.

“Alright, take a deep breath,” Miranda instructed.

You gritted your teeth as another contraction slammed through you. “Deep breath? Deep breath?! Miranda, I will shove this entire bed up his ass!”

Derek, looking about five seconds away from a heart attack, swallowed nervously. “Babe, come on—”

“DO NOT BABE ME, DEREK!”

Miranda, enjoying the show, turned to him. “Oh, she is pissed.”

“She’s in pain!” Derek defended.

Miranda smirked. “And pissed.”

You grabbed the front of Derek’s scrub top and yanked him down to your level. “You. Did. This. To. Me.”

Derek winced. “Technically—”

“DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE UNLESS YOU WANT TO DIE HERE TODAY!”

Arizona tried to hold back a laugh. “Okay! Time to push!”

Derek clenched his jaw, offering you his hand. “Here, squeeze—”

You crushed his fingers instantly.

Derek yelled in pain. “Ow! OW! Okay! That’s—that’s very strong—”

“THAT’S WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT YOUR SPERM, YOU MCDREAMY BASTARD!”

Mark, watching through the window, burst out laughing. “Oh, this is beautiful.”

Cristina, sipping her coffee, nodded. “I love this for her.”

Meanwhile, Derek was desperately trying to keep his composure. “Sweetheart, I love you—”

“SHUT UP!”

Arizona, completely professional, nodded. “Head’s almost out. One more big push!”

You screamed, squeezing Derek’s hand so hard that he yelped again—and then—

A baby’s cry filled the room.

Derek immediately forgot his pain. “Oh my God.”

Arizona lifted your baby into view, and you felt tears prick your eyes.

“It’s a girl,” Arizona said, placing her on your chest.

Derek’s face lit up like the sun. “She’s beautiful.”

Your breath hitched as you gazed at her tiny face. “Sawyer Bailey Shepherd,” you murmured.

Miranda froze. Then, slowly, she turned toward you.

“Excuse me?”

You smirked weakly. “She’s named after you.”

For the first time in history, Miranda Bailey looked genuinely speechless.

Mark, still watching, smirked. “Damn, I think she broke Bailey.”

Arizona laughed softly. “Alright, let’s clean her up—”

But before she could, you gasped.

Everyone froze.

Derek immediately panicked. “What?! What is it?!”

Another contraction hit.

Your eyes widened.

“There’s another one.”

The entire room fell completely silent.

Derek’s face went white. “Wait. What?”

Miranda blinked. “Hold up.”

Arizona’s jaw dropped. “Oh my God.”

Another contraction hit, and you gripped Derek’s shirt again. “I SAID THERE’S ANOTHER ONE, YOU MORON!”

Derek stumbled back. “WHAT?!”

“TWINS, DEREK! TWINS!”

Derek stared at you like you’d just told him he was pregnant. “TWINS?! NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT TWINS!”

Miranda finally snapped out of it and clapped her hands. “Alright! Snap out of it, McDreamy! We got another baby to deliver!”

Derek was still malfunctioning. “T-Two?”

Miranda shoved him toward you. “YES, TWO. HELP YOUR DAMN WIFE.”

As Derek stood there in shock, you rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath, “Jesus, I married an idiot.”

Miranda burst out laughing.

And then, after another push—

Your second daughter arrived screaming.

Arizona lifted her up, still in disbelief. “Another girl!”

You exhaled deeply. “Harper Kai Shepherd.”

Derek, still looking like he’d been hit by a truck, slowly sat down. “Two. Two babies.”

Miranda patted his shoulder. “Congratulations. You just became twice the idiot.”

Cristina, from the hallway, smirked. “I give him a week before he completely loses his mind.”

Mark, also in complete shock, shook his head. “Holy shit.”

Amelia, grinning ear to ear, clapped her hands together. “I HAVE NIECES! TWO OF THEM!”

As you finally relaxed, you glanced at your husband.

Derek, still processing, met your gaze—and despite his shock, his eyes softened with so much love that it made your heart ache.

You smiled. “We did it.”

Derek finally smiled back. “Yeah. We did.”

Mark cleared his throat. “So, uh… since I’m officially an uncle now, I guess that means I get to be the fun one, right?”

Amelia snorted. “You wish. I am the fun aunt.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Oh, please—”

Derek sighed dramatically. “Can I just process the fact that I have two children first?!”

Cristina grinned. “Nope. Welcome to parenthood, McDreamy. Have fun.”

You laughed, looking at your two perfect girls.

Like Princesse has her first name on her back at club level and Harder-Eriksson when she plays for Sweden (it was Eriksson-Harder for the Denmark youth team) and uses 13 and 1 depending on who she plays for

Sötnos uses Harder at club and country level which is a little confusing sometimes when she and Pernille are on the pitch together

Bug famously uses Williamson-Nobbs even though it's super long because she refuses to sacrifice one last name for another apart from that first match after she got married where she wore Walsh-Bronze

Klumpig did use Rolfö but now it feels tainted so she's using her first name only

Mcdreamy and Sniper both use their first names until they're older and get married and start wearing their shared last name on their shirts

Tontos wears her family name but hates it. She feels like it's already too late to switch to her first name despite what everyone tells her

* ˚✧ / Art Donaldson / Vote Smart, Vote Art (actually inspired by the slogan on a poster i saw when driving home from campus yesterday LOL) — this is another one where you'll have to give some longer responses in order for the bot to give longer response as well; not entirely sure why but that's just the case. sorry!

* ˚✧ / Derek Shepherd / (Not) A Gender Reveal — Req.

* ˚✧ / Derek Shepherd / The Face of Neurosurgery

mcdreamy is my actual husband btw

* ˚✧ / Tashi Duncan / Cowgirls & Hay Bales — insp. by @diyasgarden moodboard!! also credit to her for the picture ;) alsoooo if she says anything about tennis i need you to ignore that and swipe for another reply, ok? ok thanks 😄

* ˚✧  / Tashi Duncan / Play Date

* ˚✧ / Tashi Duncan / Polaroid (yes, i did print out a picture with my instax printer and then proceeded to take a picture of the polaroid and put it over a white background. it’s called dedication, ok??)

thank you all for the support and love!! it really means a lot to me and i am so, so appreciative <33