Of course, sorry I havenāt been as active as Iād like to be but thank you for sending in a request it really makes me happy. So at this point the baby is still pretty young, a year and a half maybe.Ā
-Fall is always a favorite for you and Sonny. You love watching the leaves turn from green to amber and vibrant orange. Every day on his way home from work Sonny will find a particularly beautiful leaf and bring it home for you to admire as well. Itās his little way of reminding you just how much he loves you and how youāre constantly on his mind. Sonny sees you in everything beautiful, every sunset and every rainbow.
– Rafael doesnāt like the fall as much, itās not cold enough for him to wear his massive coat that he likes but itās too cold to wear his favorite tan coat. Fall is a wardrobe crisis for Rafael. Recently though, fall has been redeemed for Rafael through your child.Ā
It cooled off to 92F (~33.3C) but itās still hot as balls so please consider Nick in aviators walking through the fair with his kids and Sonny and theyāre all smiling and feeling the ocean breeze on their cheeks and the moment feels like a hazy summer daydream
hi frieeeeends! so I mentioned wanting to have a SVU season 20 sleepover awhile ago, and I wanted to bring that idea back around. the show premieres on the 27th, but we all live in different time zones. I was thinking we could all rewatch together on Saturday, the 29th. this gives us some flexibility with time zones and can allow for folks to plan ahead!
if youāre interested, can you message me what time zone youāre in before the 22nd so that I can try to find a time that would work for most of us?
in the meantime Iāll look into Rabbit (which Iāve only heard about) and try to brainstorm some fun games like SVU bingo or something while we watch. š
**you donāt have to be a writer or otherwise involved in fandom to attend! I just had the idea to have a fun little tumblr SVU fandom viewing
He softly drug his fingers across the fading lines that crossed his chest. The straight incisions still stung when he thought about the day of his surgery. You always told him they were just a small reminder of who he is and how far heās come since then. The sensation should ground him- but it only further disconnected his body and mind
āHey, are you ready ye-ā You stop at the doorway, caught by the sight of Mike standing in front of the mirror, in a pair of slacks and no shirt. His chest puffed out slightly and a slight frown on his face.
āMikey?ā He heard the caution in your voice and turned around to face you. A heavy silence filled the air as you waited for him to respond.
āDoes it ever bother you?ā The words came out quick and concentrated because he had practiced asking the question in his head before you came into the room.
Your head tilted at the question, making Mike wrap his arms in front of his chest to cover the scars. He could feel the shyness creep up his spine and shrugged his shoulders forward, tightening his grip on himself.
āDoes what bother me?ā You walk closer and move to softly grab at his biceps. He jumps at the contact but stays still. Mike grabs at his face with one hand and groans at the fact heās scared to talk to you. He was quiet and doubtful when dysphoria hits him. The world slowly begins to spin and the bile rises up in his stomach.
āYou know what Iām talking about.ā Mike didnāt want to raise his voice above the soft murmur he had set when you walked into the room. He didnāt want to bug you with this, but the clenching of his heart and the knot in his throat tightened when he thought about his own body. It was frightening and he couldnāt help but let insecurity tumble from his lips.
He watched as you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. A weight dropped in his gut, mistaking the inhale as a sign of frustration. You opened your eyes and set a soft smile on your face. Pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed, you settled between his legs, and took his hands into yours. The feeling of your soft hands wrapped around his, brought Mikeās heart rate down enough to appreciate the delicate hairs that frame your face.
āMichael Dodds, you are the most amazing man I have ever met. I love everything about you. Youāre the love of my life and I would not have it any other way.ā
His heart loosened at the words. Youāve said them so many times before but he could listen to you say it a million times over. No matter how selfish it seemed, he loved being loved by you. Still, something in his mind held him back from accepting the praise.
You felt the hesitation in his grip, and stood to softly push him back on the bed, with his feet still planted on the floor as his legs off the edge. His stomach did a flip as you crawled onto his lap and looked down at him with red cheeks, gently dragging your cold hands over his exposed skin. You cupped his face and spoke so softly he could barely hear you.
āCan I kiss you?ā
All he could do was nod. You held his head in place as you placed a kiss on his lips. The kiss was all lips and love, it left Mike hazy when you pulled away.
āYou are so handsome.ā You whispered into his ear as you kissed across his cheek. His breath hitched at the feeling of your tongue soothing over the bruise on the sharp angle of his jaw. The kisses moved down his neck and he couldnāt help the small groan that left his throat.
āI love you.ā He could feel your smile on his adamās apple as it bobbed with anticipation. You kept an achingly slow pace, kissing across his collar bones and leaving small love bites in your wake.
Mike gripped your hips, encouraging the way you took your time going down, caressing every inch of skin you passed. When you reach the faded pink lines, skepticism made its way back to the forefront of his mind. The thought didnāt last long as you made eye contact with Mike and drug the tip of your tongue across the scar, torturously slow.
He could cry with joy. He wanted to remember the way you looked in this moment for the rest of his life. Pupils blown in pure adoration and the biggest smile on your face, looking at him like he was your world.
āI love every bit of you, Michael and I wouldnāt mind telling you that every day of my life.ā
There was something about you that could erase every bit of worry he harboured. The scars still burnt his skin when he looked at them for too long, but he had you to ease the pain.
Isnsjakakak yes omg but like alsoooo his peen is a big boi and he likes making ur mascara run when u choke on it OLOL
When you deep throat him, he loses his fucking mind. No one else has been able to take him all the way to the hilt until you. A hand job is all hands on deck people.
a thot – bringing home a new waterproof mascara for every day of mikeās birthday week and running tests to see which of them stand up to the task of deepthroating him
Uhhhā¦damn yes. Also smudge. Free. Lipstick. Loves having your pouty, red lips wrapped around his big, thick dick!
oh god yes! he knows heās in for the ride of his life when you bring out the blood red smudge free lipstick. he definitely claims to have seen God
ok butā¦.. smudgy lipstick Guys like shit gets all oVER HIS DICK and ur face and itās cute????? Am i weird
Okay, okay. Iām feelinā that!
idk i think he likes u all wrecked and messy???? Maybe
Yes. Yes cause the rest of his life is structured and organized. So you being all out of control is his bag baby.
Isnsjakakak yes omg but like alsoooo his peen is a big boi and he likes making ur mascara run when u choke on it OLOL
When you deep throat him, he loses his fucking mind. No one else has been able to take him all the way to the hilt until you. A hand job is all hands on deck people.
a thot – bringing home a new waterproof mascara for every day of mikeās birthday week and running tests to see which of them stand up to the task of deepthroating him
Uhhhā¦damn yes. Also smudge. Free. Lipstick. Loves having your pouty, red lips wrapped around his big, thick dick!
oh god yes! he knows heās in for the ride of his life when you bring out the blood red smudge free lipstick. he definitely claims to have seen God
ok butā¦.. smudgy lipstick Guys like shit gets all oVER HIS DICK and ur face and itās cute????? Am i weird
honestly iād suck the sould out his dick if he called me doll just once
Okfg a guy on tinder called me doll and i frikken came yāall
i got tears in my eyes just thinking about being called thatā¦
I SAIS OOOH I LIKE THAT and he didnāt respond ????? Like boiii i woulda fucked u
And his fukken hair when itās out of itās gel form and gets all soft n shit, and in his face with the beads of sweat making the said soft hair stick to his forehead, as his hand is on the back of your head, calling you Doll n shit
His ears and his cheekies get so pink and his dick but heās so cuteee good boyyy
Isnsjakakak yes omg but like alsoooo his peen is a big boi and he likes making ur mascara run when u choke on it OLOL
When you deep throat him, he loses his fucking mind. No one else has been able to take him all the way to the hilt until you. A hand job is all hands on deck people.
a thot – bringing home a new waterproof mascara for every day of mikeās birthday week and running tests to see which of them stand up to the task of deepthroating him
Uhhh…damn yes. Also smudge. Free. Lipstick. Loves having your pouty, red lips wrapped around his big, thick dick!
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