Please reblog this if fanfiction has been beneficial to your mental health.
Like you have no idea..
Both writing it and reading it
You really have no idea. It has been my escape from anxiety and depression. Reading and writing have helped me tremendously!
Back when they actually tried to tame his hair.
I love the hairs gonna do video. He’s so darn adorable.
“I really don’t know why I agreed to this. I hate being set up.” Getting out of the car you joined the masses walking to the stadium.
Monica replied, “One, I’m your best friend. Two, you love me. Three, you get to see the Cubs play for free and fourth, and this is the most important reason- you need to get some. I mean seriously Y/N…”
“Oh my God, Monica! You are such a pervert!” Both of you laughed as you made your way into made your way into Wrigley Stadium.
After the game, Monica’s fiance, Connor, walked out of the gate with a man that was very tall and blond. “Whoa. He is..”
Monica slide her eyes to you and smirked, “I thought you might like him.”
“Peter, Y/N. Y/N, Peter.” Connor said before grabbed Monica and kissed her and kissed her…. And now you were uncomfortable.
Peter put his hand out to shake yours, you accepted. He had huge hands, it engulfed yours completely.
Looking over at Monica and Connor you blushed. When you looked at Peter he was doing the same. “Hey Monica. A little decorum, hmm?”
”Sorry guys. Le’s go get a drink.” She took Connor’s hand. “Oh, Y/N. You’ll have to ride with Peter. Connor’s stuff takes up a lot of room, so…” Monica grinned and winked at you.
“I don’t think Peter wan-” you started.
“No. It’s fine. Really. I don’t mind.” He interrupted, giving you a shy smile.
“It’s settled then.” Monica waved.
“I think we were ditched.” Peter took a sip of his beer.
Checking your phone for a return text, “Yeah. Looks like. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, I’m not.” Peter said. He took another swig of his beer not taking his eyes off of you.
“Okay. I’m not sorry. But I am hungry.” You cocked any eyebrow at Peter.
“Yeah me too. Always am.” He laughed. “And it just so happens I know a place that makes a mean burger and fires.”
“Stop! Stop!” You held your hands up, laughing so hard tears were steaming down your face.
Peter was laughing too. His eyes sparkling. “I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time. This has been great. Thank you.”
“Me either, Peter. Thank you. I’ve such a great time tonight ” You grinned. “And you’re right, that was the best burger.”
Peter took a deep breath, “I’d really like to see you again, Y/N. Soon.”
You could feel your cheeks pink. “I’d like that. A lot.” You sat and talked for a few more minutes. You glanced at your watch. “I better call a cab, it’s getting late. I’m know you have to be tired.”
“No cab. Please allow me to take you home. Then I’ll know you got there safe.” It seemed like there was no way of changing his mind.
All you could do was smile and nod. When you got to your place, Peter got out and opened your door. He even walked you to your door.
“Would you mind if I kissed you?” Peter asked and took your hand.
You looked up at him. “No. Not at all.”
Peter leaned down, you stood on tiptoe. The kiss he gave you was tender, soft and sweet. It made your whole body tingle.
He rested his forehead against yours. “Coffee tomorrow morning? Is 7am too early? ”
“Coffee would be great, Peter. 7 is fine.” He released your hand and watched as you went inside.
There was no way you would sleep tonight.
Anonymous said:
Angst is my middle
name… gimme some Dodds angst. Uh… maybe like an old friend from high
school/college comes back to the city and Mikey thinks you’re cheating on him?
– 🦔A/N- Smut. Angst.
Fluff. THIS IS WHY I LOVE DOING WHAT I DO YALL UGHWarnings- All of the
above + severe Mikey feels
“Catch me if you can, sergeant,” you tease to your
boyfriend, Mike. The two of you were running through central park. It was
normal for the two of you to run together, both being fitness buffs and all.
You usually either ran either really early or really late, depending on Mikey’s
hectic schedule with the SVU but today you started at 8 am since he didn’t need
to be at work till 11. He was wearing a black tank, black shorts, and black
Nikes. You, on the other hand, were flaunting your body with a neon pink sports
bra and floral yoga leggings. You felt quite confident about yourself today.You continued running from your boyfriend, laughing, when
you ran into something hard. You stumbled back before realizing it was a man. A
shirtless one at that.“Y/N?” you hear.
I love Mikey.
Anonymous said:
- WE NEED MORE MIKE IN THIS FANDOM!!! Maybe reader has been living with and dating Mike for a while so the reader is shocked when Mike comes home dressed in his blues and smutty goodness ensues from there 😊
After mopping the floors, cleaning the bathroom, doing
multiple loads of laundry, and taking
the dog to the groomers, you could finally relax on the couch. Today was your
day off and you had been looking forward to it for a while. You and your fiancé,
Mike, had been working crazy overtime hours in order to save up for your honeymoon.
You had worked yourself hard so when your boss offered for you to have today
off, you gladly accepted. Mike left for the precinct early in the morning before
you woke up so you had the place to yourself. You lied back on the couch and
turned on the television.“Babe, I’m home,” you hear from the door. You didn’t bother
turning towards him as he walked in and closed the door behind him.“Hey Mikey, how was your day?” you ask, eyes glued to the tv
in front of you.“It was great. I led a lot of training.”
“Training?” you question, turning your head towards your fiancé.
“What train—oh my god.” You interrupted yourself when you saw him. Your eyes
immediately scanned his body from head to toe as you took him in. Standing
before you, Mike was wearing his police blues.“What?” he pressed, his eyebrows furrowing. You opened your
mouth to reply but you just couldn’t. Your mouth was dry but the space between
your legs certainly was not. You had never seen him all dressed up in his blues
before and you didn’t know how to handle yourself. He looked incredibly sexy.“I… I just…” you stuttered. “I just wasn’t expecting you, officer.”
Mike’s lips lifted into a sly smile when he caught on to
what you were saying, immediately adjusting to the roleplay. “I’m sorry ma’am,
I just came to check on everything. One of your neighbors called in a noise complaint.”“A noise complaint? Not from me, officer. I’ve been alone
all day.”“Alone, huh? You mind if I search the premises?”
“Not at all.”
Mike began to walk through the apartment, looking around
subtly until he reached the bedroom the two of you shared. You followed him in
only to see him opening your nightstand drawer.“Well, well. What do we have here?” he asks, pulling out
your hot pink vibrator.“N-Nothing officer.”
“Nothing? You sure? It looks like I’m going to have to confiscate
this and arrest you, ma’am. Hands behind your back.” A shutter ran through your
body as Mike walked behind you and gently wrapped his cold, silver cuffs around
your wrists. “Now you have the right to remain silent.”“What if I don’t want to be silent?” you press. You hear a gasp
of air escape from Mike’s lips. He turns you around and pushes you onto the
bed.“Then you’re in for a long night.”
He gets on top of you and immediately crashes his lips
against yours, hungry for your taste. His hands run themselves along the entirety
of your body before unbuttoning your jeans. His lips stay on yours as he pulls
them down along with your panties.“What a bad girl. You’re already wet for me?” You can only
nod at his dirty question. One hand slides down to run a finger across your
slit while the other grabs the vibrator lying on the bed beside you. Your legs
tremble due to the incredible need you have for your fiancé. He presses the
vibrator to your clit and you scream out his name. While vibrations took over
your clit, his fingers curled inside you, hitting all the right spots. Not only
was the intense pleasure driving you crazy, but also the fact that you were
still handcuffed, and you couldn’t tangle your fingers in his hair. You spread
your legs wider as your moans got louder, nearing your climax. Just as you felt
yourself coming closer, Mike removes his fingers and the vibrator. You open
your mouth to protest but before you can say anything, Mike has flipped you
over on your stomach. His hands grip your hips to pull your ass up to him.You hear the zipper of his pants come undone before feeling
his length slide gently across your wet slit.“Are you ready, Y/N?” he asks.
“Yes, officer,” you moan out. Suddenly he is slamming hard
inside you, filling you up completely. He bends over your body and brings his
mouth near your ear.“It’s Sergeant to you,” he growls. Your mouth drops at the
complete sexiness that you are a few short months away from calling your
husband. He continues to pound into you repeatedly.“Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” he yells out.
Your walls clench around him tightly as you near another
climax. Suddenly, you are coming without warning. “Mike!”“That’s it, baby girl. Scream my name.” His thrusting continues
for a moment or two before becoming sloppy and soon finishing himself as well.
The two of you breathe heavy for a moment as you catch your breath. You soon
feel the cuffs coming off your hands.“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he says.
“What for?”
“Your wrists. I didn’t know the cuffs were that tight.”
You look down at your wrists that are now slightly bruised
and purple. “I’ll take bruised wrists any day of the week as long as it means I
get to see you in this again,” you say gesturing to his blues. He chuckled.“Now that I know the effect it has on you, I’ll wear this
more often,” he says with a wink. You smile at your handsome fiancé. If this is
engaged sex, you can’t wait to see what married sex has in store for you.Masterlist
HOLY MOLY
Jesus take the wheel.
SVU addict 