Mike Dodds Masterlist

“Mr. and Mrs. Dodds, nice to see you again.” Mrs. Mayer, Isaac’s pre-K teacher gestured for you to take a seat.
Mike shot an eyebrow up as he assessed the small chairs. He looked at you and gave you a are you kidding me look . When he did sit down his knees His knees came up to his chest, he just didn’t fit. You had to stifle a laugh. Mrs. Mayer apologized that she didn’t have any other chairs.
Mike opted to stand as the conference began. “Okay. Overall Isaac is doing great. He’s smart, listens well, and helps others. He is a delight to have in class.” She paused, then asked, “what occupations do the two of you have?”
Exchanging looks with Mike, you then cranswered. “I’m a nurse by profession, but stay home with the kids right now.”
“I’m a detective, sergeant with the NYPD”, Mike informed her. “Why do you ask?”

“That explains a few things”, she said with a little chuckle. “Recently, I overheard Isaac with one of the other boys. They were playing cops and he read the boy his Miranda rights. He also told him that what he did was a felony and he was going away for a very long time.“

You arch an eyebrow at Mike. He grinned at you. “He hears a lot of talk, more than maybe we realize. Both of his grandfathers are officers, and two of his uncles.” Mike shrugged his shoulders.

“One other thing. We had a parent complain about some words that their son was saying. Seems Isaac is “educating” some of the other students on proper anatomy.“ Mrs. Mayer informed you and Mike.

This time Mike arched an eyebrow in your direction, you just rolled your eyes at him. “What words was the parent upset about?”

“Let me just say that I agree with children knowing the appropriate names. Anyway, he told his mother that mommy’s have vaginas and daddy’s have penis’” She hid a grin behind her hand, then said, “oh to be a fly on that wall.” The two of you started laughing.

Once in the car Mike put the key on the ignition but didn’t start it. He turned in his seat. “I’ve been thinking. Maybe we should have another baby….”

idk i kinda need a fic where the reader is pregnant but mike’s not sure he wants to be a dad so they get into a fight

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t look any different. ‘What did you think you’d grow a tail or something’ you thought to yourself. Mike would be furious. You didn’t know if he even wanted kids. After only dating for a few months, there was still a lot you didn’t know about one another.

Steeling yourself, you went out to the kitchen to finish dinner. Mike was stopping after work and was going to stay the weekend at your place.

Mike’s bag thudded to the floor as he entered your apartment. “Hey babe”, you called your greeting from the kitchen.

“Hey”, he responded back. His voice was flat and he looked exhausted.

“Bad day?” You guessed and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You could say that. Perp got off on a technicality. Our lab messed up.” Mike went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He hopped up on the counter. “Smells good.”

“Homemade chicken and noodle”, you informed him and turned back to the stock pot.

“Are you okay? You seem off.” Of course he noticed you weren’t acting yourself.

Sitting the ladle in the stove top, you turned to face Mike. “I need to tell you something.” He raised a questioning brow and took a sip from his beer. “I’m pregnant” you spit out.

Mike paused, bottle to lips. He slowly lowered the bottle and placed it on the counter before he hopped down. “You’re what? You’re pregnant? How, when, pregnant?!”

“I just found out this afternoon”, you said in a small voice. You could feel tears stinging the back of your eyes.

“How could you let this happen? You said you were on birth control. Was that a lie? Did you stop taking it?” Mike leaned over the counter, not looking at you.

“You think I did this on purpose? I sure as hell didn’t get pregnant by myself.” You raised your voice. You felt angry, hurt. He was putting all the blame on you, and accusing you of getting pregnant on purpose.

“I’m not ready to be a father. We’ve been together what six months? We hardly know one another” Mike yelled back.

“Well it’s a bit late for that. Not really much of choice at this point” you shot back at him.

Mike glared at you, “is it even mine?”

Your face fell and tears fell from your eyes where they had been welling. “Get out, Michael.”

Mike’s face softened a bit, “I’m sorry. I…that wasn’t right-”

“I said to leave.” You turned to walk away but paused and turned back to Micheal. “This wasn’t really in my plans either MIchael. I’m keeping the baby. You can be involved as much or as little as you choose.”

Mike’s head lifted to look at you, “I- I’m sorry-”

“Leave your key on the counter when you before you go.” This time when you turned to walk away, you didn’t look back.

Can I get a little Mike x Reader where they are cooing over their newborn and playfully fighting over who their baby looks like?

“He’s perfect, isn’t he?” Mike was gazing at Isaac, your newborn baby boy, while you were nursing. “I can’t believe he’s even real.” Mike gently smoothed the downy hair atop Isaacs head.

“I know. Thank goodness he has my nose though.“ Mike rolled his eyes. “C’mon Mike. You know it’s the truth. Look at his little button nose. Plus he has my eyes.”

Mike scoffed, “Hardly. His eyes are brown sure but they’re shaped like mine. And that is a Dodds nose, 100%.”

“One thing he did get from you”, you put Isaac on your shoulder to burp him, “and that’s his feet and hands.” You gently patted his back as you rocked.

Mike moved the small blanket to peek at Isaac’s feet. “They look normal to me.”

“Michael. He is 90th percentile for height, weight and head circumference. Nothing is normal sized on this child”, you quiped. You stood and placed Isaac gently in his crib.

Neither of you could stop watching him. “Well, he does have your big ears” Mike teased.

You playfully smacked his arm, “I do not have big ears!” you laughed.

Mike grinned, “look at those pouty lips. You can’t deny we don’t have the same lips, Y/N.” He pouted his bottom lip out and pointed, “see.”

Smiling at Mike you shook your head, “yeah. And I’m a sucker for both of you.”

Mike leaned over the crib and gave Isaac a gentle kiss. He took your hand and left the nursery. “Your ears, my lips but overall he looks like me”, Mike stated confidently.

“If you say so”, you grinned.

[To: Mike 8:15AM] ….your son…

[From:Mike 8:17AM] Aww…what’s wrong?😕

[To: Mike 8:21AM] I said good morning and asked if he wanted pancakes for breakfast.

[From: Mike 8:23AM] No wonder he’s upset. You know he’s a French toast man.

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Can we some Fine Go makeup smut? This was such a good series.

I loved Fine Go. Can you tell us about the makeup sex?

//Thank you so much! I really enjoy writing for Mike.//

It had been a week since you and the kids moved back home. While you and Mike had fooled around, you hadn’t actually had sex. The timing was always off. Isaac had a bed dream, Cora had an ear infection, your mom called, you name it, it happened.

“They’re both asleep”, Mike said to you as you folded laundry. It had been a long night of puking kids, and no sleep. All you wanted was a shower and a nap. Mike came up behind you, sliding his arms around your waist. ‘‘How about”, he kissed your neck, “we take a shower.”

Whipping around you grabbed his arm, “God yes.” MIke laughed as you pulled him to the bathroom. There was a frenzy of you pulling off Mike’s clothes, him yanking your T-shirt over your head.

Mike turned the shower on and the two of you jumped in, the cold water hit your skin like ice. “Ahhh, my gosh that’s cold!”, Mike exclaimed. The two of you laughed. Mike’s gaze turned smoldering before the water turned warm.

He pushed you against the back wall of the shower, lips crashing into yours. “I. Have. Missed. You. So. Much.” He said between kisses to your neck, jaw and lips. One of his large hands pinned both of yours over your head while the other cupped your breast.

“Mike. Please”, you begged.

Slipping his hand down your body, he slid his fingers through your folds and you gasped. It had been so long since he had touched you and you craved more. Breaking your hands free from Mike’s grasp and clutched his back.

Mike’s hands gripped you thighs and picked you up. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist. You dipped your head to kiss him but he pulled back. You gave him questioning look. “Are you sure this is how you want, I mean I thought..”

“Oh shut up Mike and fuck me.” He flashed his dazzling smile and this time when you tried to kiss him, he returned your kiss with gusto.

His hands squeezed your thighs and he lined up with your entrance. He slowly slid into you , both of you letting out a low moan. “Oh God” he said between clenched teeth. After pausing, he started plunging into you. He helped you move up and down on his cock.

The two of you continued to kiss each others lips, necks, whatever body part your lips could make contact with as Mike thrust into you over and over.. This is what you. The lust. The passion. The wanting. “Mike. God-I’m” you said breathlessly.

“Babydoll. I’m not going to last long”, his fingers dug into the skin of your thighs. His thrusts became stuttered. “Sh-I..”

“Michael! Michael!” Your screams echoed off the walls of the shower. You exploded around Mike. He was right behind you. One last thrust, with a growl Mike emptied himself into you.

He gently pulled out and sat you on your feet. Trying to catch your breath you laid your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and hugged you close, “ I love you so much.
“I love you too, Michael.” Your hands stayed wrapped around his waist. “We really need a shower now”, you remarked.

“you have so much to offer” and Dorisi please?

lesbiancarisi:

“Carisi.”

Sonny doesn’t turn around. His balance is never all that great, but it’s worse right now, standing on the ledge of his apartment building and staring down at the asphalt a dizzying number of stories below. It’d be so easy to pitch over the edge. Using his gun would be easier, but IAB took it from him while they investigate the death of the rapist that he tried to save, he really did. Sonny didn’t want to watch him fall to his death and bang his skull against concrete slopes. But he hadn’t been able to hold on.

“Carisi, listen to me. There are people who can help you.”

He still doesn’t dare turn to look at Sgt. Dodds because he knows he’ll back down if he does. Looking at the hazy streetlights and gathered crowd is easier. Let the public make a spectacle of this like they do everything else, even as they’re pushed out of the way by the NYPD trying to set up a fall mat or decide whether sending someone else up after him will do any good. Right now it’s just him and Dodds and the stars.

“You don’t have to do this. You have so much to live for, so much to offer the world. What about your family? Your sisters and your nieces?”

“They aren’t speaking to me right now,” Sonny says, his first words since he came up here. “I got in a fight with my dad and now… now the whole family is ignoring me.”

“It’ll pass. They still need you. And SVU needs you. You hold everyone together. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“There are better detectives who could take my place.”

He sways dangerously at his perch. Behind him, he hears the telltale crunch of Mike shuffling forward on the gravel rooftop. He’s trying to get close enough to yank him off the ledge, probably. If he falls, he’ll certainly die. Then this will all be over.

“Carisi. Sonny. C’mon. It doesn’t have to end like this. It gets better.”

Sonny almost steps backwards, back to safety, but a gust of wind catches him at the wrong moment and he slips.

*Heart ripped from chest and handed to me* didn’t need that pesky thing anyway

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[To: Mike 9:17AM] Isaac and I miss you already ❤

[From: Mike 9:25AM] God he is just so perfect. Crazy to think we made him!

[To: Mike 9:27AM] He really is perfect. I’m dreading going back to work 😫

[From: Mike 9:30AM] Then don’t.

[To: Mike 9:31AM] Really? I mean we’ll be okay if I don’t work.

[From: Mike 9:33AM] We’ll be fine. It will be good for him, for all of us. We can talk about it more this evening. I love you both so much ❤

I know you already did this but could you do another story about mike and the x reader fighting but this time their kids walk in?

//Angsty baby//

“So nice of you to come home, Michael”, you said sarcastically. “And before midnight.” You stood up from the couch when you heard Mike come in. He was silent, just stared at you eyes, half closed, leaning against the door. “How did you get home?”

“A friend”, he smirked.

You glared at him, “a ‘friend’ huh? What’s her name?”

Mike scoffed, “Give me a break, Y/N. I get shit from my dad, Liv, I sure as hell don’t need to hear it from my loving wife.“ Mike slurred his speech, and swayed a little.

“You give me a break, Michael. I’m basically a single parent. You haven’t been home before midnight for the last two weeks. And when you do come home, it’s like this” you gestured your hand up and down. The stench of bourbon made your stomach roll.

Mike raised his voice, “Life has been kinda shitty to me the last couple a years, in case you haven’t noticed. I was shot, twice. Then the baby…”

Your voice grew louder as you let out all your pent up anger. “Right and I was by your side the whole time. Tell me, where were you after the car accident and I lost the baby? You were on a vendetta to put the guy away. You became obsessed. I had no one…”

“Yeah. And that guy won’t devastate another family!“ Mike yelled.

Poking a finger into his chest, “Well your family paid the price, Michael!” You shouted back just as loud.

“Mama. Daddy. Whys you yelling? It scared me.” Isaac’s small voice startled you. Cora was trailing behind him. “Daddy! Oh I missed you Daddy.” Isaac ran to Mike’s arms followed by Cora.

“My man! Lil’ D!“ Mike knelt down to give Isaac and Cora a hug.

“Eww…daddy you smells funny”, Isaac said and crinkled his nose.

Tears sprung to your eyes. Crossing your arms over your chest, you spoke softly, “C’mon kiddos. Let’s get back to bed.”

“I want daddy to carry me”, Isaac insisted with a pouty lip.

You narrowed your eyes at Mike. “Daddy isn’t feeling very well. Mama will carry you. Maybe daddy can manage tucking you back in.” Mike glared at you, and you held his stare.

Mike followed you up the stairs as you carried Isaac and Cora. Mike was able to tuck the kids back in to bed, no doubt somewhat sobered up from your fight.

“That can’t happen again, Mike. The kids don’t need to hear or see us fighting", you told him once you were in your bedroom. Mike looked at you and nodded.

“Uber”, Mike said into the dark after the two of you went to bed. “That was the friend that brought me home. I insinuated…but I would never…I love you, Y/N”, you felt the bed shift as he rolled over.