Tag: mike dodds

Heyy!! Can you do a fall x reader with mike where like they go out get coffee come back home and snuggle up together in front of the fireplace?? I love your account 😀

//All warm and fluffy. I loves it! And thank you! 😘//

“Looks like the rain has finally stopped.” Turning from the window, to where Mike was stoking the fire, “want to go grab some coffee?”

He gave you a skeptical look. “Really? You want to go out in this weather?” Mike straightened, looking out the window. He stretched reaching his arms over his head.

“I am so sick of being cooped up in this house all week, other than work. At this point, I don’t care if the sky was falling, I’d want to get out of here.” Crossing your arms, you arched an eyebrow at Mike.

Mike held his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine. I get it. Name the place.”

A few minutes later, you and Mike were out the door and on your quest for coffee. Despite the cold, wet weather, you were happy to get some fresh air. You hooked your arm inside Mike’s and smiled up at him. “Thank you for indulging me.”

Mike leaned down and kissed your head. “Thanks for getting me out. The leaves are so pretty. The air crisp.” Mike closed his eyes and inhaled. “I love this weather.”

“Hmmm… I agree. It’s the best season. Cool but not cold. The colors are so vibrant…oh we’re here.” You pulled Mike into the coffee shop. 

The walk back was colder as the sun was setting in the sky. A shiver went up your spine when a bitter breeze blew through the thin sweater you decided to wear. “I’m kinda regretting this decision.”

Mike put his arm around your shoulder and drew you to his side. “Almost home, babydoll. Just a couple more blocks. Maybe the next transfer will take us somewhere warm.”

“Like Aruba? Or Maui?” You sipped your Macchiato thoughtfully, thinking back to when you were younger and your Dad was stationed in Atlanta. “Actually, no. I like living where the season’s change and the bugs can’t swoop in and carry you away.”

Mike laughed. “Good point.” The two of you ascended the stairs to your apartment. Mike unlocked the door and ushered you in. The fire was still going but you couldn’t shake the cold. “You go change into something comfy, I’ll put more wood on the fire.” 

Mike turned as you entered the living room after changing. “Nice shirt.” He smirked as he looked you up and down. “And socks.” 

“You said something comfy,” shrugging your shoulders you made your way to the couch. Mike’s sweatshirt hit just above your knee, while his socks hit just below your knee. The rain started pelting against the window. 

“That I did. I admit. You look better in it than I do.” Mike sat beside you on the couch, placing his hand on your leg. “This is nice. We hardly get to just sit and enjoy one another.” He smoothed his thumb on the bare skin of your thigh. 

The fire crackled and popped as the red and orange flames licked at the wood. Gazing over at Mike, he had a grin on his face. “Wanna share what that smile is about?” you asked, gently elbowing him.

“Hmmm? Oh, I-uh-I was thinking. About us. How much I love you. How happy I am. And hope you never come to your senses and realize you’re too good for me.” Mike tipped your chin and kissed you. “Mmm…I’m getting the macchiato next time.”

Giggling, you snuggled up closer to your boyfriend. “Just try getting rid of me.” 

Everything you write I love. Which sexy SVU man will you be posting about next? Your writing is so vivid I feel like I am in the scene. Keep up the excellent work.

First of all, thank you so much! I truly appreciate you!

I actually have something for each of the guys. People have been sending awesome asks. I’m hoping to get a Mike and Nick out today. I get a little ADD sometimes and bounce from one story to the next. LOL

Could you write about Mike and the reader on their honey moon plz?

Being seven months pregnant meant staying close to home for your honeymoon. Which you really didn’t mind, you tended to be more of a homebody. When Mike brought up the idea of a cabin in the Adirondacks, you quickly agreed. Secluded and little cell reception, meaning you had Michael all to yourself for a week.

The cabin was darling. It was nestled in the woods, away from the main house. The living room had a stone fireplace with a big, plush couch sitting in front of it. The lighting was soft and dim. So much different from the ultra bright lights of the city.

It boasted an awesome kitchen. Mike had gone to the store before you left and bought food to stock the cabinets and fridge. You had planned on preparing most of your meals at the cabin. 

Your favorite room was the bedroom, of course. A large sleigh bed took up the majority of the space, along with a small closet, dresser, and another fireplace. The bed faced a set of French doors that opened to a deck. There was a breathtaking view of the lake and foliage. A cool breeze came through the open French doors. You had slept so well with the fresh air and stillness

Mike lazily lifted his head from your chest. “Good morning, babydoll.” Stretching he placed a kiss on your lips. His hand went to your belly, protectively as a smile graced his perfect lips. It was the second day, the first day was basically spent in bed, only getting up long enough to eat and shower. Today the two of you had planned on taking a walk and going to the farm markets. 

“Good morning. I trust you slept well.” You ran your hands through his mussed hair and slowly ghosted your fingers over the arm he now had draped over you.

“I don’t remember the last time I slept so well. Between the fresh air, hearing nothing but your breathing and the leaves in the trees, I slept like a rock.” Mike’s face was relaxed. The stress and worry seemingly wiped from his face.

“Yeah. Only I had snoring to listen to as well,” you said teasingly.

Mike sat up quickly, then started tickling your sides. He straddled your legs not relenting, despite your begging and threatening peeing your pants. The last part just causing him to laugh more. You retaliated back by starting your own tickling attack. Before long both of you were a giggling mess with tears falling down your cheeks.

The week was spent relaxing, exploring, eating delicious meals prepared by your wonderful. No schedule. No suits, no scrubs. And the phone hadn’t rung once.  The two of you danced in the kitchen, made love outside. You were bummed to be heading back to reality on Sunday. To have to share Mike again with his Dad, SVU, criminals…

On Friday, Mike found a jazz festival he wanted to check out. You knew where there was jazz, there was BBQ. 

 Mike wrapped an arm around your waist as he studied the menu. “I think I’m getting the BBQ ribs, cheesy potatoes, green beans, cornbread, and peach cobbler. What sounds good, babydoll?”

“Oh! I’ll have the same! Plus a lemonade.” Your mouth was watering just thinking about it. You actually felt giddy.

“You sure you can eat all that? I may even have trouble finishing mine.” Mike teased.

“Believe me. I can and will finish, then come after yours, Mr. Dodds.” You poked his chest and laughed.

“Well consider me on notice,” he pulled you to him and kissed your head. 

After dinner, which you did finish, you and Mike went to the area where the bands were playing. “I’ll be back in just a minute,” Mike winked as he walked to the back of the stage.

Clapping along with the crowd as the current song ended, you took a double take. Mike was on stage. What in the world was he doing up there? 

“Hello.” Mike raised his hand for a small wave. “I’m Mike. That beautiful woman,” he pointed to you, “is my wife. Today is our one week anniversary. I have loved her for seven years, and soon we’ll have a son to share that love. It’s a wonderful world.”

You could feel everyone’s eyes in you, but the only person you could see was Mike. A small laugh escaped as tears stung your eyes. You blew him a kiss, while the other hand cradled your belly.

Mike caught you kiss and blew one back to you. “Hit it guys,” Mike started singing your favorite song. “I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and for you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world…”

Could you do a makeup sex story that follows the fight for the x readers pregnancy reveal with Mike plz?

// Continuation of THIS. Also, I am making this into two separate answers. I don’t feel she would just jump back in the sack with Mike. They need to rebuild trust 🙂 //

A month later and the texts, calls, flowers, cards hadn’t stopped. Finally one night, in a moment of weakness, you answered Mike’s call. Between the pregnancy hormones, a crappy day at work and the sappy movie, you were a sitting duck.

“Y/N. You answered.” He let out a breath. “How are you?”

“Pregnant”, you snapped. Mike was silent. You exhaled before answering his question. “Sorry. I’m good. You?”

“I’ve been okay. I’d like to talk in person. Can I come over?” His voice pleaded. You contemplated what he said. “Y/N? You there?”

“Mike. I don’t know if tha-”

“Please. I know I was an asshole. I want to apologize. In person. Please.” He sounded sincere.

“Fine. C’mon over.” No sooner than had you ended the call, then there was a knock at your front door. You shuffled to answer the door and was surprised to see Mike standing on the other side. “Mike. What are you- I just hung up with you.“

“’You should really see who’s at the door before just opening it. I could’ve been some crazy person…"  

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “a crazy person? Seriously Michael?” Opening the door wider, you gestured for him to come in. “I was just about to have some hot cocoa. Want some?”

“Please. I haven’t had hot cocoa in years” he trailed behind you to the kitchen. “Wow, Y/N. Your stomach.” Mike remarked when your shirt rode up reaching for a mug.

Tugging at your shirt self consciously, you looked down. While your belly wasn’t huge, but there was definitely a noticeable bump. “I woke up one morning and it just kinda was…there.” A smile crossed your lips.

“Can, can I touch it…your belly?” Mike cautiously walked toward you.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Sure. Here”, taking his hand, you guided it to your belly. “Nothing really to feel. Just feels likeI’m bloated.” You said with a little laugh.

Mike dropped to his knees. “Wow, Y/N.” When he looked up at you, there were tears in his eyes. “That’s my-our baby.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your belly.

It took you totally off guard. Hesitantly, you ran your fingers through his hair. God, you missed him, even though he had been horrible. In his defense, he had been trying to apologize and make things right. 

Suddenly Mike stood, cupped your face and kissed you. At first, you resisted but melted into his arms and kiss. He pulled away. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

You stood gaping at him as he ran his hands through his hair. Your fingers touched where Mike’s lips had just been. Unable to move, or speak, you just stood there and stared at him. Heart and brain battling one another.

Mike ran his hand through his hair. “I’m, uh, I’m going to go.” He turned on his heel, footsteps falling hard and fast on the wood floor.

“No. Wait.” Sprinting into the living room, you skidded to a stop feet from Mike. “Don’t leave. Not again. Please.”

Mike paused and turned to back to you. The tears that you been holding back were seeping from the corners of your eyes. He reached you in two long strides. Lifting you off the ground he squeezed you to him. “I’ll never leave you again Y/N. Never leave our child. I love you both so much.” He smoothed your hair and buried his face in your shoulder.

“ I love you too Mike.” He sat you back down on your feet and kissdd your lips gently. 

A small grin crossed your lips as you watched Mike look out at the city. Your husband was looking exceptionally good. “Smile”, you instructed Mike.

He turned in your direction giving you his best Blue Steel. Mike changed his expression several times causing you to laugh until you had tears in your eyes.

“You are such a goofball” you said while dabbing your eyes.

Mike put a hand on your lower back. “I love that sound. And I love that I’m the one that can make you laugh and smile again.”

Source: skittle479

somewhatcarisi:

“Can I kiss you?”

Trigger Warning: gender dysphoria,, somewhat nsfw?

Word Count: 855

Request: “Can I kiss you?”, Trans!au

Pairing: Mike Dodds x Reader

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 he’s come since then. The sensation should ground him- but it only further disconnected his body and mind

“Hey, are you ready ye-” 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.

“Mikey?” 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.

“Does it ever bother you?” 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.

“Does what bother me?” 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 he’s 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.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Mike didn’t want to raise his voice above the soft murmur he had set when you walked into the room. He didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 Mike’s heart rate down enough to appreciate the delicate hairs that frame your face.

“Michael Dodds, you are the most amazing man I have ever met. I love everything about you. You’re the love of my life and I would not have it any other way.”

His heart loosened at the words. You’ve 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.

“Can I kiss you?”

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.

“You are so handsome.” 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 couldn’t help the small groan that left his throat.

“I love you.” He could feel your smile on his adam’s 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 didn’t 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.

“I love every bit of you, Michael and I wouldn’t mind telling you that every day of my life.”

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.