“Dodds. Hello? Mike?” Liv’s voice brought him out of his thoughts.
“Sorry, daydreaming.” He looked at Liv. “What did you need?”
Sighing she sat down in the chair next to his desk. “I was actually checking in to see how you’re doing. You’ve seemed a little distracted the last few days. Is it the victim that looked-”
“Things are fine, Liv. Why?” He looked her in the eyes.
“I talked to Y/N. She-”
"Great. She’s just telling everyone our problems, huh? Jesus!” Mike raised his voice, getting the attention of his partner, Sonny, who raised his brows in a questioning way. Mike waved him off.
“Mike. She didn’t tell me about any problems. I asked her to watch Noah, she said she was staying at William’s. Plus she looked….I could tell something was wrong.” Liv stated.
He studied Liv’s concerned face. He wiped his hands up and his down face. “I need some air.” He grabbed his jacket and made his way to the elevator.
He heard fast footsteps behind him on the steps ouside and Sonny call his name. “Hey. Mind if I join ya?”
“Suit yourself.” Mike barked at him.
“Listen. Not really my business but if ya wanna talk…” Sonny offered.
“You’re right it’s not your business. Can’t anyone just mind their own damn buisness anymore?” Mike countered. They continued walking side by side. “You don’t have to walk with me.”
Sonny shrugged, “I need the fresh air too.“
Mike stopped abruptly, "Fine. You want to talk. We’ll talk. She left me. Y/N left me and took the kids. She’s staying at my dad’s place. She won’t talk to me. And it’s my fault, this whole thing. How’s that for talking? ” Mike turned on his heel back to the precinct.
At home later that night Mike walked from room to room. No warm meal waiting for him. No little arms wrapping around his neck welcoming him home. No you. But there was silence, loneliness, self loathing. He had that in spades.
He drained the bourbon from the glass. He turned it in his hand, then threw it against the wall. He watched as the glass shattered into shards, much like his heart. Both broken. Both his fault.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
The two of you realized you liked this position on lazy mornings. It bacame a staple when you were pregnant. Mike usually elevates your top leg. Great position for him to reach your clit.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Mike was a fairly vanilla kind of guy, but you showed him a few things. He does like toys. For use on you AND him. Always open to trying new things. Won’t knock it til he tries it.
W = Wildcard ( Headcannon for character) Mike is a moaner, groaner and screamer. The boy has a set of lungs. The cops were called a couple times because the neighbors thought you were fighting. His vocality really turns you on. Sometimes it’s a contest to see who is loudest.
Mike comforts you after the phone call about your father.
Doddverse OC’s
-Mike and wife/reader met in a bar (neither of their blind dates worked out)
-Wife is a nurse but has been a stay at home mom since they moved to New York
– Dated for almost seven years before they got married. Wife was seven months pregnant when they married.
-They have two kids-
Isaac Michael-4 years old He is a wild spirit and super smart. He looks exactly like Mike.
Cora Danae- 2 years old. She has her dad’s hazel eyes. She is shy and quiet, for a 2 year old anyway.
“You are… God-” Mike let out a moan. He nipped your neck. He grasped your hips and moved you up and down on his cock. Bringing Mike dinner had turned into him dragging you into to the car for a quickie.
You were riding Mike hard and fast in the the backseat of your shared SUV. Thank God for tinted windows, although the parking garage was esentially empty. “Oh, babe, that feels so fucking good”, you panted.
“Such a dirty little, oh yeah, mouth on you Mrs. Dodds.” He dug his fingers harder into your hips. No doubt you’d have bruises. He kissed you hard.
You bite his bottom lip then said, “Shut up and just fuck me sergeant”, you shot back. You pushed yourself down harder and faster. He in return bucked up to meet your pace.
“We. Really. Need. To-Fuck!” Mike thrusted wildly into you. “I hope you’re close baby”, Mike said through gritted teeth. Seconds later Mike found his release, spilling into you.
“So close, Michael, so…ahhh” with one final grind down on his cock you came. Hard. Opening your eyes, you gave Mike a satisfied smile. “Hope you still have time to eat your lunch.”
“Hmmm… I’m not disappointed. It was worth missing a meal.” Mike ran his thumb along your jaw, his hand moving to the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss.
I was woken up around 5 AM by a thunderstorm. Not recommended.
You didn’t mind rain. You always thought it was beautiful and calming. It was the thunderstorm that you hated. The sky lighting up and hearing the roar of the thunder was not ideal to wake up to at 3 in the morning. You shot out of bed and listened to the rain pound down against the window.
“Sweetheart?” You heard Mike mumble. You slowly turned to him and frowned.
“I’m sorry if I woke you, Mikey. It’s just… the storm.” You said as you watched the room light up from the lightning.
“No, you’re fine. The storm wake you?” You nodded as you glanced at your husband.
“You know how much I hate storms.” You sighed as you curled up against him and closed your eyes.
“You know, you’re not scared of the lightning. It’s the thunder. Especially when it’s very loud.” Mike said. He was right. As if on cue, thunder echoed through the room and caused the bed to shake some. You pulled the blanket over your head to hide. Mike chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms tightly around your body.
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