#mcsteamy

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[dgct2]

RIP Eric Dane (1972 - 2026) 🕊

[sparklejamesysparkle]

"𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞." -𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐞, 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 In memory of film and television star Eric Dane who has passed away following a brave public battle with ALS at the untimely age of 53.

November 9th, 1972 - February 19th, 2026 May he rest in peace.🕊️

[sabrinajenre96]

Everything We Are

Mark Sloan x wife! Reader.

Seattle Grace buzzed with the kind of chaotic energy that came with the ER on a Monday morning. Machines beeped, nurses called out orders, and somewhere down the hall, someone was cursing out a doctor for something that probably wasn’t their fault. Just another day.

I stood next to Mark, hands steady as I worked, my six-month baby bump a minor inconvenience but nothing I couldn’t handle. The patient in front of us had a nasty laceration, and while Mark handled the stitching, I worked on keeping their vitals stable.

“Pressure’s holding,” I said, glancing up at my husband. His brow furrowed as he focused, the usual smirk replaced by quiet concentration.

He didn’t look up. “Good. Almost done here.”

That’s when I noticed her.

A young woman, barely in her twenties, standing just outside our patient’s curtain, shifting nervously from foot to foot. She looked like she wanted to run but was forcing herself to stay put. Her hands twisted together, her face pale.

“Excuse me?” Her voice was soft, uncertain. “Dr. Sloan?”

Mark didn’t glance up immediately, still focused on his stitching. “Yeah, what do you need?”

She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking between him and me. Then, in a single breath, she dropped the bomb.

“My name is Sloane. I think you’re my father.”

The world tilted.

Mark froze. His hands, steady a second ago, went rigid. The needle in his grip hovered just above the patient’s skin, forgotten. I felt my own breath hitch, my brain scrambling to process what had just been said.

Mark didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just stared.

I had never seen him look like that before—like someone had pulled the ground out from beneath his feet.

The moment stretched.

Then, suddenly, the beeping of our patient’s monitor brought us back.

Mark blinked, his hands moving mechanically to finish the last suture, but his mind was gone. I swallowed, pushing aside my own shock to focus.

“Sir?” I said to the patient, keeping my voice even. “How’s your pain level?”

“Uh… fine?” He looked between us, clearly sensing the tension. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah,” I said quickly. “He’s fine.”

A lie. Mark was not fine. Neither was I.

Sloane lingered for a second, like she wasn’t sure if she should say more, but then she muttered a quiet, “I’ll wait outside,” and disappeared down the hall.

Mark still hadn’t spoken.

I reached out, gently touching his wrist. “Mark.”

He finally blinked, inhaling sharply like he was coming up for air. His eyes met mine, and for the first time since I’d met him, I saw fear there.

Real fear.

“We’ll finish up here,” I said softly, “then we’ll talk to her together.”

Mark nodded, but his hands still trembled as he cut the last stitch.

Meeting Sloane

When we finally stepped outside the ER bay, Sloane was waiting. She looked up, nervous, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Mark stood stiffly beside me, his body tense. I could feel the storm raging inside him, even if he wasn’t saying anything.

“Why do you think I’m your father?” His voice was rough, controlled.

Sloane exhaled shakily. “My mom—her name is Samantha Parker. You… you knew her a long time ago. She told me a few months ago, after I asked about my dad. She never told you. I guess she didn’t think it mattered back then, but…” She shrugged. “I wanted to know.”

Mark’s jaw clenched. Samantha Parker. I could see the name click into place in his mind.

I stayed quiet, standing close enough for Mark to feel my presence beside him, but not interfering.

“I didn’t know,” Mark said finally. His voice was hoarse, like the words physically hurt to say. “I didn’t—” He cut himself off, running a hand down his face.

I could see it in his eyes.

He felt responsible.

And that scared me.

I knew what that meant for Mark. Responsibility wasn’t something he took lightly—not anymore.

“We should… talk more,” I said gently, looking at Sloane. “Somewhere quieter.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

Mark just stood there, still looking like he’d been hit by a truck.

That Night

Back home, the silence stretched between us like a thick fog. Mark had barely spoken since we left the hospital. I had given him space, knowing he needed to process, but now… now I felt like a stranger in my own marriage.

And I hated it.

I stood at the kitchen counter, sipping water, my back to him.

“I want her to move in with us.”

I turned sharply, my heart pounding. “What?”

Mark was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his face unreadable. “She’s my daughter. I need to take responsibility.”

I blinked. “I—Mark, I’m not saying you shouldn’t. But don’t you think we should talk about this first?”

Mark’s jaw tightened. “She’s my priority.”

The words hit—like a slap to the face.

I swallowed, my chest tightening. “I would never ask you not to take responsibility for her. But we are married, Mark. We are a team. And now I know where me and our child stand in this.”

Regret flashed across his face, but before he could speak, I turned and walked away, locking myself in our unborn child’s nursery.

My body shook. Tears slipped down my cheeks.

Minutes passed. Then I heard footsteps.

“Baby…” Mark’s voice was rough, pained.

I didn’t answer.

The door creaked open, and when I looked up, Mark was there. His expression wrecked.

He sat beside me, reaching out. I flinched. His breath caught.

“I messed up.” His voice cracked. “I panicked. I—I didn’t know how to handle this.”

Tears blurred my vision. “You shut me out.”

“I know,” he whispered. “And I was wrong. You’re my wife. You’re the mother of my child. And I should have talked to you first. Because that’s what we do. We’re a team.”

I exhaled shakily. His hand found mine, fingers curling around it.

“I love you,” Mark whispered. “And I’ll make this right. I swear it.”

I closed my eyes, letting his warmth sink in.

Mark kissed my forehead, lingering. Then he whispered:

“We’ll figure this out tomorrow. But tonight… it’s just us three.”

And for now, that was enough.

Fade to black.

[lopeirce]

ERIC DANE AS MARK "MCSTEAMY" SLOAN Grey's Anatomy (2005-present) Rest In Paradise "I want you to promise me something. If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing. Even if you're scared that it'll cause problems. Even if you're scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there."

[virgosgroooviest]

R. I. P Eric Dane 🕊️💔💔

[thewillhemsworth]

Mo Saffari looks steamy in new photo shared to Twitter (X) minutes ago🥵

[butterphii]

Mc..Steamy?

TW: Beautiful, feet kicking, toe curling smut, work sex, protected piv sex, love marks, sexual tension, cussing, pussy pronouns, fingering

soph's ringin' ! : I'm finally getting a fic out! Now, I know this isn't what I normally write, but I've been absolutely hooked on this show like you don't understand. I've been watching it pretty nonstop for weeks, and I'm only about halfway into season four. I love this show half to fucking death, and it's so good. I'm writing about McSteamy because I just got past the part in the episode with the school bus crash, and I was SWOONING over him after he said "Baby, you're not gonna find anybody better than me." He's just so hot. Blah, blah, anyway, let's finally get to it!

-----------------Dr. Mark Sloan-----------------

It was your first day back at Seattle Grace, but now as a junior resident. As you struggled to open your locker with the amount of random shit in your hands, you overheard Meredith talking to Christina. "God, Mer, stop whining over that plastics guy, or..McSteamy or whatever." Christina groaned in annoyance. "But he is really McSteamy! He's cute! And, yeah, I'm having my breakup sex with Derek and whatnot, but he's cute." Meredith smiled, resting her chin on her hand.

You finally pushed all your stuff into the locker, swiftly pulling a hair tie off your wrist and throwing your hair into it. "Mer! Christina! Wait for me!" You yelled, running after them.

"Who were you guys talking about? Who's McSteamy?" You asked, fixing the collar of your shirt. "You don't know him? You've been here for your whole intern year and you don't know Mark Sloan? Even after Meredith dragged on and on about Shepherd's wife coming here, stopping Mer in her tracks, then we all find out Addison slept with Sloan when he got here? And he's the head of plastics!! You're trying to get into that specialty too! God, you're crazy." Christina rambled, Meredith's mouth wide open.

"Wait..Dr. Sloan? I've never really seen his face before-" You squinted, searching the board to see if you were in for surgery today. "Good thing you're on his service today." Meredith patted your back before walking off with Christina, waving seductively at Derek, you also exchanging a hello with him.

"You! Come on, we got somethin' to do today." You heard a voice call out from behind you, and when you turned, you met the face of the gorgeous Mark Sloan they were talking about, his eyes such a beautiful pearly blue, his beard complimenting his face so perfectly, and his light brown hair with soft strokes of salt and pepper just topped it all off. "Come on! I see you droolin'." He smiled, causing you to zone out into the most wonderful day dream of you two getting it on in the on-call room. You quickly snapped out of it though because he started pulling you into the room his patient was in.

"This here is Jamie. She got into a crash a few months ago and is now healed and ready to get her face done." He introduced you to the patient. "Hello!" You smiled sweetly, seeing out of the corner of your eye, Sloan's eyes deepening with wonder and lust.

"C'mon, let's get ya prepped, shall we?" You smiled again, looking at the patient and then to Sloan. "Which O.R?" You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear, reaching for gloves. "Uhm..Two." He cleared his throat, exiting the room and walking silently to the Operating Room.

You quickly wheeled the patient over to the elevator, pushing her into it and making your way to the O.R.

You watched intensely as Sloan cut into her face, making it even more beautiful than it was before. He looked up at you, asking questions from time to time, trying not to let anyone figure out he was having the same day dream as you were earlier.

Once you had finally finished surgery, you brought Jamie back to her room to rest and stay for a while. You smiled at her before shutting your eyes and turning around, only to slam into what felt like a wall. You were stunned, shocked. You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing the marvelous Dr. Sloan staring back down at you.

"O-oh, I-Sorry." You choked. "All fine, sweetheart." He chuckled, his voice so mesmerizingly deep. He let you sit in your stunned silence, mouth moving but no words coming out. "You got somethin' to say, baby?" He smiled, putting his hands on your waist and shutting the door with his foot.

You tried to hide your enormous grin, but couldn't. He pushed you up against the wall, looking into your eyes. He leaned down, whispering in your ear, "Meet me in the on-call room. 8 P.M. Don't be too late, baby." He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, a soft noise escaping your mouth. He pulled away, grinning at you again before walking out of the room.

You held both of your hands over your mouth, feeling your cheeks redden. "Oh my god." You whispered. You looked up and out the door, watching George walk by. "George!" You called out, speed walking over to him to walk with him.

"You will never believe what just happened," You started, speaking mostly with your hands. You described to him in full detail how it went down, watching his face cringe and contort at some parts. "Ok, well, meet him in the room, and don't ever speak to me about this again." He smiled, grabbing someone's chart and walking into a room.

You chuckled and went your own way, trying to keep yourself from being so excited you can't stop shaking.

At 7:30, Mer caught you in the bathroom touching up your makeup and fixing your messy bun. "Who're you getting ready for?" She asked, grabbing her sweater from her locker and pulling it over her shoulders. "I gotta date!" You giggled, sliding a mascara wand over your lashes. Meredith showed her soft smile, her lips thinning gorgeously.

"Ok, I have to go! Gotta meet someone." You squealed at Mer, giving her a quick hug, running down to the on-call rooms at 7:59.

You opened the door, sliding in quickly and quietly, then feeling two large hands wrap around your waist. You gasped, Sloan's warm body pressing against you, feeling his bulge grow harder as he stood up to you. "Looking good, baby.." He whispered seductively in your ear again.

You turned around, pressing your lips to his. He kissed back, deepening the kiss and pushing your front to his, your pussy growing wet and his dick pressing onto you. He walked backwards, taking you with him and laying down on the bed.

He grinded his hips on top of you, little moans slipping from your lips as your tongues danced together. He pulled away, his smile making you smile back. He pulled up your shirt, rubbing his thumb up and down on your stomach. "You're gorgeous.." He whispered, nipping at your ear. You moaned again, reaching down for his pants and pulling them down slowly, but surely. His dick sprung out when he pulled his boxers down, him almost as eager as you. You felt it sit lightly on your covered slit, him leaning back on his knees to pull down your scrub pants and pull your black lace panties over.

"She's beautiful, huh? So wet for me baby.." He whispered again, his fingers sliding between your folds and teasing your entrance. You reached your hand down, pushing the tips of his fingers inside of you, moaning as he slipped them the rest of the way.

"Tight, too..She's perfect." He groaned, using his hand to rub his tip ever so lightly. He fucked you with his fingers, your hips bucking quickly, your face overcome with the sexual pleasure.

He slipped a condom over his dick and held the base, smacking it lightly on your clit. You moaned again, begging for him to just put it in already.

He slowly started to slide each inch in very slowly, you only really realizing how big he was when he bottomed out and you felt completely full. He started a slow rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and pushing completely back in. You moaned his name, or atleast tried to, until he sped up and you kept cursing. "Fuck! Oh-ohmygod..A-ah! Keep going!" You begged again, him obeying.

"O-Oh my- I'm gonna cum!!" You screamed into his shoulder, his body warm and sweaty. You clawed at his back no doubt that it hurt him. But, he didn't seem to care.

"Take all you need baby. Do what you need, sweetheart.. Fuck-" He groaned, his dick twitching as you tightened around him. The waves of orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. "Shit- Gonna cum, sweetheart-" He growled as you rode out your release. You watched as his head fell to your shoulder as his seed spilt into the condom, you both releasing ragged pants.

"Fuck, baby. You- God." He gasped into your shoulder, both of your chests rising and falling. "That was amazing." You breathed back. You both sat in silence, the only thing somewhat close to talking was Sloan nodding in agreement. His pager beeped ans you both groaned. "How'd you like to go out to dinner tomorrow night? With me?" He asked, pulling his pants back up, standing. "Yeah, sure. That sounds nice." You replied, pulling your shirt down and fixing yourself up before standing as well.

He pressed a kiss to your lips. "See ya then, doll. I'll put you on my surgery tomorrow too." He grinned. Your cheeks flushed with pink. "I- Ok!" You smiled back.

You checked the time, running out a few minutes after him to the lockers. "You look like you were busy. What happened?" Christina asked. "I was busy. Getting busy, that is." You giggled, shimmying your shoulders. She looked at you in slight disgust, Mer laughing.

"Who'd you get busy with?" Alex and Izzy asked at almost the same time. "Nunya." You replied, leaning over to whisper in Izzy's ear, "Dr. Sloan!" You pulled away, giggling. She looked at you with a soft gasp and her usual warm and wide smile.

You nodded, pulling your stuff from your locker. "Getting dinner with him tomorrow night." Izzy and Mer smiled at you. "That's great, hun!" Izzy grinned walking out and kissing George as she walked by, grabbing his hand and walking away with him, you and him exchanging waves while he raised an eyebrow, you throwing a thumbs up and he grinned back at you, giving you one back like you guys just had a whole conversation about your time with Sloan. It was confusing how he seemed so disgusted earlier but was now smiling and congratulating you for getting it. Oh well, you thought.

You ran out after them, so you could lay down in your bed and dream about your time and the ones, hopefully, soon to be.