Tag: fluff

omg your last mikey fic with the pregnant reader was TOO CUTE and i loooved it!! can you write some more fluffy mike? like maybe he and the reader are moving apartments or something? đŸ˜Š

“This apartment has three bedrooms, the master has an en suite bathroom, balcony, all stainless steel appliances in the kitchen-”, the realtor went on and on as she took you on a tour of the apartment.

Mike looked at you, “So what do you think? I saw this apartment and thought it would be perfect.” His face a mixture of excitement and nervousness. 

Slowly turning, you took in the living space. “It’s beautiful, but isn’t it a little much? It is just the two of us.” When you looked back at Mike, he had his head down scratching his neck.

“Well there is plenty of room for when we want to, uh”…, he chuckled nervously, “for when we have kids. I mean after we get married, eventually.” He let out an exasperated breath.

Kids? Marriage? While you had talked about those things, it was always  in the abstract. The thought of having a baby with Mike made you smile. “Our future. Mike I, wow.” Your eyes pricked with tears. “Absolutely. Where do we sign?” 

“Yeah?!” He picked you up and swung you around. “You have made me so happy love. This is going to be great.”

He sat you down and laid a kiss on you that made you go all soft. The realtor cleared her throat getting your attention. She was grinning at the two of you, “So, I’m guessing you like it?”

“Yeah, we like it. We’ll take it”, he answered never taking his eyes off you. “I can’t wait to make this place our own.”

Tapping a finger to his nose, “And I can’t wait to christen every single room with you, champ.” 

“That was kind of hot.” with mike?

“So tell us how you and Mike met, Y/N”, Amanda inquired. Everyone had been exchanging stories of how they met their significant other. “Did he dazzle you with flexing his muscles?” Amanda giggled.

“Oh something like that. The story is sort of boring.” Shrugging your shoulders. “We met in a bar on a blind date.”

Mike came from the kitchen with a fresh drink. He had caught the tail end of the conversation. “That was the craziest date I had ever been on up to that night.” He shook his head remembering.

The group shot you a questioning look. “Hmmm… sounds like Y/N might be holdin’ back some juicy details”, Sonny added. “Dish.” Rafael rolled his eyes and smacked his boyfriends leg.

Turning your gaze to Mike, “would you like to take this one babe?” He loved telling the story, he thought it was funny.

His face lit up and he rubbed his hands together. “So as Y/N said it was a blind date setup by my dad and her mom. Anyway, I was running late. When I got to the bar I see this one here had some guy up against the bar, arm wrenched around his back.” Mike starts laughing remembering the first time he saw you.

All eyes turn to you. Pressing your lips against your bottle you just raised your eyebrows. Mike’s eyes were shining and you couldn’t help but smile. “Here’s the twist. We weren’t set up with one another.” Giving a wink to your husband.

“Yeah. My date apparently got tired of waiting and left. Y/N’s here date was the one she had pinned against the bar.” He started laughing again and you just shook your head. “I decide I’m going to help the “damsel in distress”, right cause everyone else is just standing around. I walk up and the guy is in tears, begging for her to let go.”

“He kept grabbing me and saying nasty things. I told him to stop. The last time he touched me, I had enough. My dad and brothers are all ex-military or cops, so I know a few moves.” You concluded.

“I wanted to marry her that night. I mean that was kinda hot.” Mike smirked then said, “at least I got to take her home with me that night. The last part, that’s my favorite part of the story.” He gave a drunken smile.  Whistles, whoas, ow’s and claps followed Mike’s confession.

“Okay Michael, you are cut off.” You chided him but smiled. Leaning over to kiss his cheek you whispered in his ear, “it’s my favorite part too.”

“Lie to me.” with mike? i kind of picture the reader being pregnant and asking if she looks bad in a dress while saying that lol. but obviously, write whatever you come up with! either way, it’ll be great!

//*Squeals* I love Mike and fluff and when they combine that is my jam//

“I swear to God. There is no way I can get any bigger. I can’t even see my toes.” You pointed out. “And why the hell are they getting married on the hottest day of summer?”

“You’re eight months pregnant, Y/N. You haven’t seen your toes since you were four months along”, Mike commented. Mike rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, then chanced a look at you, smirking.

“Easy there Champ. I’m not above violence” you quipped and gave him the evil eye. Looking in the mirror you let out a sigh. “Well, this is as good as it gets.” Turning side to side to check your reflection in the mirror.

Mike watched you with an amused look in his eyes as you walked back to he closet.. He thought you were beautiful all the time but when you were pregnant, carrying his baby, you were just stunning. 

“Okay how about this dress?” The dress in question was a short, flowy, blush pink dress. It was simple but nice. And most important it was comfortable. Turning to him, “Lie to me if you have to.”

Mike chuckled, “I don’t have to lie, Y/N. I think you look incredible.” Leaning down he placed a kiss to the crown if your head. “The only problem I see is the shoes.”

“Why, do they not go with the dress?”, you questioned Mike. 

“Love, you have on two different sandals.” He bite back a snicker. 

“I-what?” You lifted one foot, that had a white slip on sandal, and placed it back down. Lifting the other foot, you found a red slip on sandal. Starting to giggle, you kicked the red sandal off. The giggle turned to belly laughs, with Mike joining in.

After the laughter finally subsided, Mike grabbed the other matching white sandal and helped you slip it on. He brushed his warm hand up your bare leg. When he peered up at you, his expression was needy and lustful. He stood, drawing you close and peppered kisses to your neck and collarbone.

“Mmmm, Mike we have to-” His hand pushed your dress up and brushed against your core through panties. You gasped.  “Okay but only if you get me there before they serve the food.” 

Mike smiled against your neck, “No promises.”

omg so one of the ADAs has his baby daughter in the office today and he’s such a mush with her and none of us can take him seriously now since he’s usually a hardass lol. so can i please request the reader bringing hers and peter’s daughter to the office and him being an absolute softie with her and the squad low key teasing him?

After dropping Julian off at school, you decided to stop to visit Peter. You weren’t sure if he was even in but thought you’d take a chance. Walking to Peter’s office you saw that his office door was closed. Not seeing Carmen at her desk, you knocked.

“Come in.” Peter’s voice was gruff and sharp. “Well that’s your job isn’t it, Detective Carisi? Figure it out because right now we have no case.” 

 You had already started  in the office when you heard Peter addressing the detective, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize -I’ll come back.” You started backing out of the office.

“Don’t you dare. We were just finishing anyway.” His voice softened and  a smile broke across Peter’s face. When he reached you he kissed your cheek, “I’m glad to see you, both of you .”

You picked Audra up out of her stroller and cradled her in your arms. She woke for a few seconds but went right back to sleep. Peter gently took her from your arms. 

“Hello my darling girl. Daddy has missed you”, Peter cooed to Audra. He soothed her downy hair and kissed the crown of her head. Audra snuggled into his chest. Peter walked over to his desk and sat in his chair. Peter softly sang to Audra.

You stood around talking to everyone. Showing pictures of Julian and some family shots that were recently done. Olivia and Amanda shared pics of their kids and even Fin showed off his grandson.

Peter was holding Audra in his hands talking baby talk and making funny faces at the half asleep infant. Peter was relaxed and happy.

“I thought he only had one side, bad ass”, Fin joked. 

“Yeah don’t let the defense see him soft”, Sonny responded. 

“I’m not sure I can take him seriously anymore after seeing him make that face”, Amanda chimed in.

You laughed at the jabs. “This is really the only Peter I know.”

Peter looked up, grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say a pretty girl can make all the difference.“He winked at you.

how about theme park with nick?

“Your face coming down that first hill was like ‘ahhhh’ ”, and you made a wide eyed scared face.

Nick burst out laughing, “Not any worse than you digging your nails into my arm!” Both of you doubled over laughing. You gave him a playful smack on the arm. “Ow! You wound me my love.” He rubbed his arm feigning injury. 

Once both of you gained your composure, you went in search of food. After a corn dog, French fries and a fresh lemonade, Nick decided to rest on a bench in the shade. He put his arms around your shoulders and you leaned into him.

“What do you want to do next? Another ride? Play some games?” He lazily traced his thumb back and forth on your shoulder.

Scrunching up your face and rubbing your belly, “Let’s play some games. Not sure my stomach can handle another ride yet.” 

“Skee-ball! My favorite!”, Nick exclaimed. “I kick butt at this game.”

“Uh, you’ve met your match, hombre. Prepare to go down.” Gesturing with your hands and smirking at Nick.

“Is that right?” He rubbed his chin, thinking. “Well then, let’s make this interesting, mi amor. If I win, you cook, clean up AND I get a blow job, every night for a week.” He crossed his arms, over his chest and smirked, looking rather pleased with himself.

Nodding your head, “Okay. If I win, you wash dishes, clothes, cook and we’ll do whatever I want in bed.” You stuck your hand out to Nick.

He studied you for a beat then grasped your hand in a firm handshake, “Deal. I don’t know if I wanna win or lose.” His face broke into a big smile.

Rubbing your hands together, you stated, “Winning feels good! I’ll have a dinner menu prepared tomorrow evening Detective.”

Nick rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I still didn’t really lose though. C’mon let’s go home. You can cash in on the first night of your winnings.” Nick waggled his brows.

ummm phillip in glasses is EVERYTHING?? could i request a prompt where peter gets glasses and the reader wants him to fuck her wearing just the glasses??

“Why is it bothering you so much?” You moved around the kitchen, finishing dinner. “A lot of people wear them, Peter. I wear them for reading.”

Peter sighed, “Yeah but you look cute when you wear your glasses. I’m just going to look like an old man.” Peter made the kids a plate, while you dished out food for the two of you.

“Don’t forget to pick yourself up a cane and hearing aide too.” You smirked at him. Peter rolled his eyes making you snicker.

“Dad. Did you know what? My best friend has glasses. And I like him. I’ll still like you too”, Julian stated matter of fact. He took a big bite and grinned.

Peter chuckled and ruffled Julian’s hair. “Thanks man.”

The next week you had a long break during lunch so you decided to visit Peter.“Hey Carmen! Is Peter busy? I brought him lunch.” Approaching her desk, you placed a sandwich and drink in front of her.

“Y/N, go on in. He won’t mind. Thank you for lunch. It’s been crazy.” She gave you a smile.

Peter’s back was turned when you came in the door. You placed his lunch on the desk. He was on the phone, he laughed, “A plea deal, now? I dont think so. He had his chance. I’m sure. Good bye.” He hung up and turned around.

You stopped in your tracks. ‘Whoa. He looked hot!’, you thought to yourself.

“Darling.” He walked to you and wrapped you in his arms. “Just the person I needed to see”, giving you a squeeze.

Leaning back you got a good look at him. “Picked your glasses up I see. How do you like them?”

He pulled them off and put them in his breast pocket. “Hate them. Nice to see better, but-”

“Put them back on. Please” you responded gently biting your bottom lip. Peter obliged. “You look hot babe.”

Peter grinned, “Yeah. You think so?”

“Hell yeah I do. In fact, why dont you fuck me, wearing only the glasses?” Running your hands up his chest to the back of his neck you pulled him down to you for a kiss.

He groaned into you mouth. “Home. Now.” Taking your hand he practically pulled you from his office. “Carmen. Cancel my one o’clock meeting, please.”

Mike Dodds fluff: Mike being adorable, but also clueless wtih Noah.

“Sorry babe. They called me in. You’ll be fine.” Y/N, Mike’s fiance, was trying to reassure him. It wasn’t working. 

“What do I do with him? I thought you were going to be here.” Mike asked, slight panic in his voice.

“Keep him alive and Olivia will be happy.” She smirked a him. “Just have some fun. Take him to the park, give him a snack. It’s a few hours you’ll be fine.”

Mike was bouncing Noah in his arms, “Yeah. Okay. Keep your phone on you though, just in case.” Noah looked up at Mike and grinned. 

“Bye guys! Have fun!” She kissed Noah’s cheek and tickled him making him giggle. “Love you babe.” 

Mike leaned down and kissed her. “Love you too.” She gave them both a little wave and was out the door.

“Okay, Noah. We can do this, right?” Mike sat down in the couch with Noah on his lap. Noah’s bottom lip pouted out and his eyes got glassy with unshed tears. “Oh no, buddy c’mon. Please no crying.”

Mike stood back up and grabbed the diaper bag. “Are you hungry? Maybe thirsty?” He pulled the sippy cup out of the bag and offered it to Noah, but he pushed it away. He offered Noah a puffy, but he pushed that away too. 

That’s when the smell hit Mike. “Oh, wow. Okay.” Mike laid Noah on the couch and proceeded to change him. He had just got him all cleaned up when a stream of pee arced up and almost got him right in the face. “Whoa!” Mike exclaimed. “That was a close one!”

“Let’s go out, hmm?” He put the still fussing Noah in the stroller and grabbed the diaper bag. Once they got outside and moving, Noah seemed to quiet a bit. Once at the park, Mike went to the swings. He strapped Noah in and began to gently push him. He seemed to really like swinging. They went down the slide next.

Mike looked at the time and decided to head back to the apartment. Noah looked sleepy but stayed awake on the way back. “Hungry?” Noah giggled. “Me too.” 

“I’m pretty sure you wore more than you actually ate there buddy.” Mike cleaned Noah up and the mess on the floor.

Noah started rubbing his eyes sleepily. He picked Noah up, and he rested his head on Mike’s shoulder. Mike walked around a little, gently swaying. Noah was out in no time. 

Mike slowly sank onto the couch and placed Noah on his chest. Noah’s gentle. rhythmic breathing lolled Mike to sleep.

When Y/N walked through the door it was quiet. She found Noah and Mike still asleep on the couch. They looked so sweet. It made her think about the kids they’d have together. He would be a great dad.

Mike stirred. His eyes slowly opening, he looked over to find her watching them. “Hey. You’re back early.” He gave her a sleepy smile.

“Yeah. The trauma wasn’t as bed as they originally thought. You guys look pretty comfy. How did it go?” Y/N walked over and placed a kiss to Mike’s forehead.

“Piece of cake.” Mike responded with a lop-sided grin.

fluffy mike prompt – it’s his daughter’s first day of school and he’s a wreck and his wife thinks it’s adorable

//Be still my heart, Mike with his kids is just the cutest.//

Dim light filtered into your bedroom and raindrops beat against the window pane. Turning over you felt Mike’s side of the bed empty, which was nothing unusual. Slowly opening your eyes you stretched lazily. 

After adjusting your eyes you saw the time, 7AM. Mike walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered, with just a towel slung around his hips. His face etched with worry. He had been fretting for two weeks over your daughters first day of preschool. 

“Good morning, love”, he gave you a tight smile and kissed your head. Turning, he moved to the closet to change. He came out in cargo shorts and a T-shirt.

“Good morning. Are you ready for today?” You glanced at him trying to see his reaction.You already knew the answer. He stayed home to take Cora to school then pick her up.

 He shrugged his shoulders and put his hands on his hips. “Does she really need to go to preschool? She could just go to Val’s’ still right? I mean she can teach her. She already knows her ABC’s, can count to like 1,000, she can even say some Spanish words.”

You smirked at him and shook your head. “Michael. She needs interaction from kids her age, other than her brother, plus she does not know how to count to 1,000.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

Crossing his arms he looked down at you, “This isn’t a joke, Y/N. What if she gets hurt? Or scared? Or she can’t make friends?”

Getting up from bed, you stood in front of him. “You sure are cute when you’re freaking out.” You reached up to ruffle his hair, but he ducked out of your way, making you laugh.

Cora came bounding into your room and jumped on the bed.  “I’m going to school today! I’m going to school today!”

“Wouldn’t you rather stay home with Daddy today?” He pouted his lip which made Cora giggle.

“Daddy’s silly.” She pouted her lip to match Mike’s.

“Not sure silly is the word I’d use.” You winked at Mike.

After taking Isaac to school, you headed for Cora’s preschool. She chattered the whole way there.

Mike helped Cora out of her carseat and put her backpack over her shoulders. It was almost as big as her.

When you got to her classroom, the teacher greeted the three of you. She knelt down and asked Cora to find her name on her desk.

Mike reluctantly let go of her hand, “Love you Cora. Have fun.”

“Bye bye Mommy and Daddy!” And she was off exploring.

He took a deep breath, and squeezed your hand. “You were right. She’ll be fine.“

I need uh… Peter cuddles after a long day ty ❤️ – đŸŚ”

//I love Peter, yes I do!//

It was rare that Peter was home before you, tonight was one of those times. Work had been a nightmare. All you wanted was to see your babies and snuggle with Peter.

Morty, your black lab met you at the door. “Hey boy”, you scratched behind his ears. “Hope your day was better than mine.” He barked in response. “Peter?”, you called out.

“Family room.” He answered. As you approached the family room, you could hear the sounds of a baseball game.

Peter was on the couch sipping a beer and watching a Cubs game. You flopped down beside him and grabbed his beer. You tipped it back, finishing it you handed him the bottle.

“Rough day?” He put his arm around your shoulders and leaned your head on his chest.

“That’s an understatement.” You let out a long sigh. “Kids sleep?”

“Yeah, about an hour ago.” Peter stood and held the bottle up, “Want another?”

“No. Think I’m gonna shower then go to bed. I’m going to peek in on the kids first”, standing on tiptoe you give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll be up after the game is over.” Peter sank back on the couch.

You pushed the bedroom door open, not bothering to turn on the light and went straight to the shower. The hot water helped relax your sore muscles and weary soul. Feeling marginally better you got out of the shower, slipped on your robe and wrapped a towel around your wet hair. 

“What’s all this?”, you said with surprise. Peter had pulled down the covers, was holding a pizza in one hand and a sweet tea in the other. He had Parks and Rec cued up on Netflix.

“Well you texted earlier saying it was a crap day and you’d be late. So, I thought I’d try to make it a little better.” He gave you a shy grin.

“Petey, this is perfect. Truly. You are joining me, right?”, you urged.

“Of course, darling. I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

You changed into one of Peter’s old Cubs T-shirts and climbed into bed. Sitting on the bed, with Peter eating pizza and watching Netflix was just what you needed. After you ate, you snuggled under the covers with Peter. He wrapped one arm around you and you laid your head on his chest. His chest softly rumbling with his laughter was the last thing you remembered before falling asleep.