Tag: mike dodds

Aight, SVU boys. Boobs, ass, or both? A reason why would be nice too :)))))

amirightcounsellor:

Sonny: Both! Although, he tends to gravitate toward breasts. We know Sonny is a soft™ boy and honestly every time he sees you slide your bra off for him, he blushes as if he’s sixteen and seeing his first pair of breasts for the time all over again. But all this to say, Sonny almost always has a firm grip on your ass during sex. Spanking you when you beg him to, rubbing soothing patterns into the stinging skin afterwards, or cupping handfuls as you ride him, its clear that every part of you is Sonny’s favorite part.

Rafael: Ass man through and through. He loves your breasts as well but nothing gets Rafael going faster than watching you slowly lift up your skirt, twirling around so he can see you clad in the expensive lacy panties he bought you on Valentine’s Day.

Nick: Both! Nick loves teasing you-rolling your nipples and wrapping his lips around them until you’re arched off the bed panting. If you’re trying to pick out something to wear, he almost always picks the dress that will show off the most cleavage. It’s canon that one of Nick’s favorite positions is with you on your stomach so he can grip onto your ass as he’s pounding you from behind.

Mike: ASS. This little juicehead loves a girl who does her squats. He knows staring is considered rude but…you’re wearing those tight little leggings and he’ll make it up to you in bed later.

Peter: Breasts! Peter finds the female form incredibly romantic and it doesn’t matter what size breasts you have, he thinks you’re absolutely beautiful. Which he lets you know as he trails kisses down your body, whispering how breathtaking you are.

You right.

“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.”

Could u be persuaded to write one of Mike’s streams for us (from the new Dorisi au) -🚀

sweetcannolicarisi:

@space-carisi
this is shit and terrible and short but oh fucking well 😂

A small moan escaped Mike’s lips as his hand slowly rubbed up and down his shaft. His other hand was slowly pumping a dildo in and out of his hole as he threw his head back.

“You guys want to watch me cum?” Mike asked through a breathy moan. As soon as he said that, he heard the dinging of tips coming in from people wanting to see it. He slowly pulled the dildo out of him and tossed it to the side.

“You guys that desperate to watch me cum?” Mike chuckled as the money kept coming. He continued to stroke himself as the dinging got faster. The faster the sound got, the quicker he stroked. After a moment, Mike groaned out as he released himself on his stomach. He continued to stroke himself until he milked out every last drop of his cum. Once he stopped, he showed everyone the mess that he had made on his stomach. After a moment, he ended the stream to clean himself off.

I’m dead now. So thanks for that.

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.

hi yes can you please expand on your last post? i have a great need for mike fucking the reader against a bedroom door with a fancy party going on

//oh hell yes//

Soft laughter and music filtered through the door that your husband currently had you pushed against. His hands roaming, wet lips sucking at your neck and chest. You let out a soft moan.

Mike chided you, “Shhhh…you have to be quiet baby. You dont want my dad’s dinner guests to hear you.”

“Then. Stop. Doing. Th- ahhh.. ” You were breathless. Mike slipped his hand under your dress. His fingers pushed through your wetness. “Oh God, Michael.” Your hands went to his hair and pulled.

“You like that don’t you. So slick and hot for me.” Mike continued circling your clit while sliding a finger in and out.

Two can play this game you thought. Let’s see how quiet he can be. With nimble fingers you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Your hand slid down and grabbed his hard cock. This time it’s you who told him to be quiet. “Not so easy is it champ?”

He growled. Mike grasped your thighs, wrapped your legs around his waist and thrust hard into you. The sensation was so intense you thought you’d cum right then.
Wrapping your arms around Mike’s neck you braced yourself for the pounding that you were about to get. He gave you a salacious smile before he slammed into you again and stilled.

“Michael”, you whimpered. “Please.”
“What is it you want baby?” He whispered rooting his nose along your jaw

Your gaze was intense looking at him. “Fuck me Michael. Hard.”

Without a word, Mike thrust into you over and over so hard to thought you’d split in half. Using Mike’s broad shoulders for leverage, you pushed yourself down to met him. “Oh, oh Mike. That feels so good.” Your voice lusty

“Fuck yeah baby. I- oh Y/N.” Mike said though gritted teeth. The grip on your thighs tightened, and his hips stuttered as he spilled himself into you.

Heat flared through your body. Your toes curled and you felt yourself clench around him. “Oh. My. God, Michael” you said in a hushed tone as your body exploded.

Mike stilled and all you could hear was heavy
breathing as you both caught your breath.
Mike pulled out a gently placed you back on your feet. He kissed you softly, just the opposite of your lovemaking.

Rearranging clothes and fixing mussed up hair, you headed back out to the party. “Maybe your dad should have more parties. They’re not so bad, when you’re hanging with the right people” you giggled.

Mike laughed. “You are so right, my love.”