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all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

aka the four times you save mike dodds + the one time he saves you

mike dodds x female!reader

word count: 9.3k

a/n: me? keeping mike dodds alive and well in every universe? absolutely. a good old fashioned 4+1 for you folks! this was another labor of love that has been years in the making because I could never string enough good things together - until I did! it's not my best, but it's one of my favorites, and i love writing for this guy! it's a niche character, but one near and dear to my heart. (I refuse to give up my Taylor swift lyric titles so fight me)

****

The first time you saved Mike Dodds, it was from the awful coffee in the squad room.

It was his first week with SVU, and, let’s just say, everyone is adjusting. He stepped over you while getting the victim’s disclosure, he pursued a lead not pertaining to the disclosure without telling Liv, and to top it all off, Rollins’ sister was behind the whole situation.

So, it’s been a tense week for everyone.

After Kim was remanded to Rikers, and Amanda was released from the hospital, everyone could let out a sigh of relief.

You were wrapping up some paperwork in the squad room after getting back from the courthouse, Liv talking with the chief in her office. You could only assume the accolades he was giving his son, while Liv just had to sit there and bite her tongue. You don’t envy the position she’s in right now.

To keep your eyes open a little longer, you made your way to the breakroom to grab a soda. Much to your surprise, you found the sarge at the coffee machine, ready to pour a heaping cup of old coffee.

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” You warned him as you fed a dollar to the vending machine, pressing for a coke to come out. “I guarantee it’s been sitting there since this morning, maybe even last night.”

He nodded, placing the styrofoam cup back on the table. “Thanks for warning me. I’m pretty sure everyone else would’ve let me suffer the consequences.”

“Rollins and Fin would’ve watched the whole thing, but Carisi would’ve ran in to save you. We’re not too fond of perpetuating the newbie pranks, especially on a sergeant.”

You offered him the coke once it came out of the machine, and he took it, giving you a nod of gratitude. He didn’t open it right away, taking a few seconds to fiddle with the tab.

He looked up at you, looking quite defeated for the confident man that walked in here three days ago. “I’m not trying to step on any toes here, detective.”

“Dodds,” You started, but he cut you off.

Again.

“I’m the new guy, the new second in command here, and I understand that it’s going to take some time for you guys to warm up to me,”

“Dodds.” You held your arm out in front of you, hoping he would stop talking. “First things first, stop interrupting me.”

He had a sheepish grin, and hung his head.

“SVU isn’t like the rest of the department. It’s not as simple as getting the statement, arresting the perp, and going to trial. We have to connect with the victim, make sure they feel safe and supported enough to tell their story. And most importantly, we listen to Liv. She gives a masterclass everyday in being an SVU cop.” You paused for a second, taking another look at him. Of course he looked defeated, the welcome into special victims is never an easy one. “Listen, we’ve all been in your shoes. There’s a learning curve, and it takes a minute to get there, but you will. You’ve got good instincts, you’ve got the rank to prove it. You’ve just got to think in another way now.”

You saw the chief exit Liv’s office, and heard the dejected sigh leave Dodds’ mouth.

“I’m not worried about the learning curve. I know I have a lot to learn. What I’m worried about is not being taken seriously.” You looked over at him, and saw that he was locked on his father’s figure, following him out of the precinct. “I know everyone’s worried that I’m the boss’s son, thinking they have to watch themselves around me. But I’m not his puppet, and I’m not here to report back to him. What happens at SVU, stays at SVU.”

“I appreciate that.” He gave you a pointed look, not sure whether or not to believe you, but you only smiled. “Listen, we’re all straight shooters here. I’m not worried about who your father is or how you got this position. Everyone deserves a fair chance, and after these last few days with you, I think you’ll be just fine here.”

Honestly, you were never worried about his placement here. Sure, the rest of the squad was a little suspicious, and maybe gave him a hard time, but he’ll learn his place. And hopefully, they’ll see this guy, honest and vulnerable, instead of the shadow of his father the next time they look at him.

“Thank you. I know you could’ve chewed my head off after that disclosure, so I appreciate your patience.”

You laughed while moving back to the vending machine, getting a coke for yourself this time.

“It was your one free pass.”

“Technically two, since you saved me from the burnt coffee.” He added, walking back to the bullpen.

“Yeah, next time I’ll let you drink it.”

****

The second time you saved Mike Dodds was after the Lily Evans case.

It was never easy losing a kid, no matter how many years you have on the job. After three months with the unit, he felt like he hit his stride.

All until today.

It was late when Dodds and Liv came back from the Evans house, looking particularly jaded after informing the grieving parents they closed the case.

It was business as usual for the next thirty minutes, paperwork was finished, a celebratory job well done for solving something in a timely manner. And just like that, we move onto the next one.

Once Liv emerged from her office, the rest of the squad started to pack up.

“You going to see Amanda?” Fin asked.

“Yeah, I thought I’d stop by.”

“You know what, she’s been living off takeout. How about we all go up there, and I’ll cook us a real meal.” Carisi interrupted the Lieutenant, Fin in agreement to eat some real Italian food.

The smile on your face was automatic, loving the small moments in your day where there was a little room for happiness.

“Hey Sergeant, you wanna join us?” You all looked to Dodds, slouched in his chair, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders.

You’ve all been there before.

“Uh, rain check. Paperwork.” He sat up straighter in his chair, pulling a random file from his desk.

You exchanged a look with Carisi before setting your things back on your desk.

“I’ll meet you guys up there. And don’t let Fin eat all the garlic bread,” you teased, trying to keep the happy moment alive.

Once the rest of the squad left, you walked back over to Dodds desk. He continued to comb through the files on his desk, pretending to look busy.

“I know being a Sergeant is a big deal, but there’s no way you’ve accumulated this much paperwork since you’ve been here.”

“Well with all the joy rides you and Carisi go on, you’d be surprised how quickly those car change requests pile up.”

He said with a smile, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“As appealing as that pile of paperwork may be, it’s got nothing on a home cooked Carisi meal. So,” you paused, giving him the opportunity to speak first if he wanted.

He didn’t.

“Why are you beating yourself up over this case?”

“Lily Evans could still have been alive when we first got to her parents house. If I had taken this seriously, we could’ve got to her and maybe she’d be alive right now.”

“Sarge,”

“And I know I should have listened to Liv, she’s got this down to a science. But I just wanted to-“

“Dodds, what did I say about interrupting me?” You chided, and he held his hands out to you in surrender. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but she was gone the moment she got in the van. It’s not easy to accept that at first, but some of these cases, you have to believe it if you want to get through it.”

“I thought it was going to be an easy transition to SVU. Major Crimes was high stress, kidnappings, negotiations, terrorism, all while having the eyes of the media and the city on you.” He shook his head. “I thought I was doing okay. I was listening to the Lieutenant, I was really learning from her, from all of you really. I thought I was bringing something to the table. But Lily, she was just a kid.”

You placed your bag down on the floor, moving to sit in the chair next to his desk.

“My second case with SVU was the Johnny D take down. I transferred from Brooklyn Homicide, so I thought I’d seen it all. Until I walked into that basement, and found four teenagers and kids locked in that basement as sex slaves. I threw up as soon as we got out of the basement, just barely missed Rollins. I couldn’t sleep for the next week, and when I finally cracked, Liv was there to center me. She reminded me why we did this job, of all the people we help, despite the most gruesome cases we catch. It takes a special cop to work in SVU, and you don’t stick it out, you don’t feel this guilt if you’re not cut out for it.”

He looked at you for a few seconds, not saying anything as he took your words in.

“How do you get up and come back to work every day?” He asked and let out a long breath.

“I took Liv’s advice: go home, talk to someone you love, and don’t make this job your whole life. Easier said than done.” You said with a laugh and he joined in. “But you’ve got your dad, he’s been on the job your whole life. He knows what it’s like.”

“He’s not really the talking type. And I’ve never… failed at something before. He expects a lot out of me here, and I want to prove to him that I’m cut out for this.”

“You’re not failing here, Dodds. Trust me, you’d be hearing an earful from Rollins and Fin if you were. I’m actually really impressed with how you’ve adjusted. We’re not an easy squad to assimilate to.”

“You can call me Mike,” he started, a small smile on his face.

You felt your cheeks get warm, and you hoped to god they weren’t bright red.

“Okay, Mike. Then pack up your stuff, cause you’re going to eat the best Chinese food of your life tonight.”

“What about Carisi’s fantastic meal?” He joked as he closed whatever files were open and shrugged his coat on.

“He’ll understand. Now come on, we don’t want them to run out of egg rolls before we get there.”

“Alright, alright,” he joked, running to catch up to you. You waited in silence for the elevator, and you felt a shift in the dynamic between you two. A good shift, one that happens when you finally earn the trust of your partner.

Mike spoke your name as you stepped into the elevator, and you looked over at him.

“Thank you for listening. It means a lot, to know that you have my back, in the field and otherwise.”

You smiled, gently clapping his shoulder as you responded, “Anytime you need an ear, I’m there. You’ve got a squad of incredible listeners surrounding you now. All we ask is the same in return.”

“You’ve got it.” He added without hesitation.

Mike Dodds was going to be just fine here in SVU.

****

The next time you saved Mike Dodds wasn’t exactly your finest moment.

Mike accompanied you to Gary Munson’s house on what was supposed to be a quiet Sunday afternoon. But after a call from his wife Lisa, saying she was finally ready to leave, your Sergeant graciously offered to accompany you to the house.

No one wanted to be back in the presence of Gary Munson, the rogue corrections officer accused of assaulting dozens of female inmates. The case hadn’t even gone to trial yet and it was already causing a lot of tension in the department, not to mention the DA’s office.

“Dragging me out on a Sunday is pretty cruel, even for you Detective.” Mike commented as you walked up to the Munson house. “I smell egg rolls and fried rice in the near future.”

“Hey, I paid last time. It’s not my fault you have a bleeding heart almost as big as mine and agreed to come along.” You said with a grin as you knocked on the front door.

Dodds had been at SVU just shy of a year now, and since the Lily Evan’s case it sort of became tradition to celebrate the closing of a case with that same greasy Chinese food. Even as the cases took longer to close, the two of you could be found there at least twice a week. It became your place, somewhere to meet when it was two a.m. and a case was keeping one of you awake; on a Saturday afternoon when the two of you had nothing better to do with the time off work; and of course, as a reward for helping each other out whenever they asked.

You waited for a minute before knocking on the door again as Mike walked around to the side yard.

“She calls and says she’s ready to leave, and when we get here there’s no answer?”

“What was her exit plan?” Mike asked, joining you back on the steps.

Before you could answer, Lisa opened the front door.

“Hi,” she began, “sorry for keeping you guys waiting.”

“Is everything okay?” You asked, attempting to take one foot in the door when Gary stepped out into view.

“Everything’s fine here.” He answered for his wife, her body stiffening at his voice.

“Mr. Munson, we're here at your wife’s request.”

“I… overreacted when I called you guys. We’re handling things.”

“That’s good to hear. So, you don’t mind if we come in?” Mike asked, trying to get some control of the situation.

“Do I need to call my lawyer?”

“We’re not here to talk about the case.”

“Oh right, you’re here because Lisa wants to leave me. Forgive me, I’m just a big, dumb CO.” Gary commented as you shared a look with Dodds.

He was already spiraling.

“Mr. Munson, we don”t want any trouble.”

“Great,” he replied, opening the door further for you to enter. “Neither do I.”

Lisa let out a deep breath as you entered the house behind her. You watched as Gary talked to their kids, trying to convince them everything was normal, but they were too smart for it.

“Why don’t I go upstairs with her and start to pack.” Lisa suggested as she moved towards the stairs, motioning you to follow.

“No.” He commanded back, causing you both to freeze. “She can stay down here with the kids. You go up.”

This was going to be the power struggle of all power struggles. You walked over to sit with the kids as Mike and Gary went into the kitchen. You exchanged another look with him, and he gave you a small nod. It was okay.

The kids slipped their headphones on as you tried to listen in on the conversation in the kitchen, but you couldn’t hear much. You took out your phone to text Liv, a gut feeling telling you this wasn’t going to end easy or as you planned.

You waited for a few more minutes as Lisa packed a bag for her and the kids before coming back down the stairs.

“Alright, Tommy, Annie, backpacks.” She handed her children their bags as they hugged their dad goodbye.

“Ok kids, let’s go,” you started, trying to shuffle them and Lisa out the door.

“Wait, I don’t get a goodbye hug from Mommy?” Gary asked, now cornering Lisa on the stairs. “Isn’t that the jacket I bought you for your birthday?”

“Okay, we’re going to go now,” you ushered the kids onto the stoop, still keeping one foot in the house as you saw Lisa throw her jacket on the floor.

In one motion, he grabbed Lisa off the stairs, pulled a gun from his waistband, and slammed the front door in your face, kicking you onto the step.

“Gary! Open the door!” You yelled out as you got to your feet, banging on the door. “Right now Gary! Open the door!”

After thirty more seconds of incessant knocking with no response, you turned to find the kids huddled together on the sidewalk.

“Ok guys, it’s okay. My sergeant is just going to talk to your parents for a couple more minutes. While we wait, can you go into your nice neighbors house until I come get you?” You noticed the older woman two houses down standing on the stoop, a young girl and a dog with her.

You walked the kids over quickly while calling this in over the radio. You checked your phone to see Liv had answered your earlier text, and that she was already on her way for backup. She should have just come along in the first place.

Instead of going back up the front steps, you ducked under the bay window to try and get a look inside the house. You could see Munson holding Lisa in a headlock, his gun pointed at Mike as he handed over his own guns.

“Shit,” you breathed out, knowing this was going to end with a gunshot from someone.

You backed away from the window and called Mike, hoping to god that you could try and talk Munson out of this before any patrols showed up.

“Detective, you’re on speaker.” Mike said when he answered, the sigh you let out when you heard his voice was a little too loud.

“Dodds, what’s going on in there? The kids are asking for their mom.”

“Tell them she’s not going anywhere.” Gary piped in, his voice beginning to shake.

“I’ve told Gary that we can talk this through, get him what he wants, what he needs.”

“That’s right, I’m here, listening to you, my Sergeant is listening. Do you want me to call a family member, or your union rep?”

“No, I’m done talking. I want you to get my kids somewhere safe, that is all I need. Now, hang up the phone.”

“Mr. Munson-“ the line went dead before you could finish.

“Dammit,” you ran your hands through your hair, trying to think of a way to slow this down. You ran to the back door, then to the storm door, both locked. He had planned this from the moment he came home. This is always how this was going to end.

Back at the front of the house, you saw Liv pulling up and you ran to meet her.

“What’s going on? I got the radio on the way over.”

“Munson’s holding Dodds and Lisa in the house, he’s armed.”

“You didn’t search him?” She asked, and you tried not to take the agitation in her tone personally.

“Lisa told us there were no weapons in the house, we confiscated his piece already. I was getting the kids in the car when all of this went down.”

“Okay. Is anyone hurt?”

“I spoke to Dodds five minutes ago, and they both seemed fine for now. But he doesn’t want to talk anymore.”

You heard the distant sirens, and you could only imagine the escalation Gary was making inside the house.

“Is there another way in?” Liv asked as the first of the patrol cars made their way down the street.

“Back door and storm door are both locked, I haven’t checked for anything else.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

She ran over to the first patrol car, getting ready to set a perimeter around the street and then the house as the rest of ESU began to roll onto the street. Liv kicked it into gear, ordering everyone around and trying to come up with the best plan of action.

It wasn’t until Finn got out of his car that you ran into action to. You began to debrief the hostage negotiators on your last phone call, and to describe Gary’s demeanor through the entire duration of this visit. You stressed to them that he was no longer in the talking mood, but they were still going to try.

“ESU is going to try to plan a route in. You know the layout, what’s the best way in.”

“Fastest and clearest is through the back door. But, Lieutenant, give me two more minutes to find another way in. If I can get in there, one female cop is better than twelve SWAT guys taking him down.” You asked, trying to prove yourself in an attempt to earn her forgiveness quicker.

She thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding her head.

“You have a minute to sweep the perimeter again for a secondary entrance. Go.”

You wasted no time in running back through the driveway, past the back door and into the backyard. All the shades were drawn except for one cracked piece, giving you a clear shot to the living room. Munson had a tighter grip on Lisa, his gun still pointed at Mike.

You had to get in there.

The back windows were locked as well as the doors, but you weren’t going to give up. On the side of the house, you noticed the top window opened the slightest bit, and prepared to go in.

You pulled a lawn chair over to give yourself a boost, and took a deep breath in. The window opened quietly at first, and you could begin to hear Munson’s voice again. Slowly but surely you got the window open in silence, and you swung one leg in to the kitchen.

You froze for a second, stuck without a view of what was going on in the living room, praying no one could hear you. After a few seconds, you swung your other leg in, quickly getting to your feet and grabbing your gun.

“… maybe your lawyer will plea out, 9 out of 10 corrections officers cases don’t make it to trial.” Mike was still trying to talk him out of it, even with a gun to his face.

You peaked around the corner quickly, making sure no one had moved since you looked through the window.

“Munson, drop the gun!” You yelled out as you entered the room, catching him off guard enough for Mike to make a move.

Lisa slipped out of Gary’s grip and ran over to you as Mike struggled for Munson’s gun.

“Put it down, Munson!” You yelled out again, but before you could move closer, a shot went off and Mike went down.

Gary froze, putting his arms up as you ran into action. You kicked the gun away from him as SWAT barged in, all guns pointed to Munson.

“Take him.” You yelled out to them as you turned to Mike, finally able to give him your full attention. You knelt down next to him on the floor, watching as he applied pressure to his shoulder. “Hey, can I take a look?”

He nodded, breathing heavily through his nose. You pulled his hand away as blood continued to pour out, but it was a through and through, thank god.

“It’s a clean shot, Mike.” You said as you placed his hand back over the wound, covering your hand with his to apply more pressure. “Hey, stay with me. The medics are on their way in.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He got out with a grimace as Liv led the medics into the house.

“I wasn’t just going to leave you in here.”

You moved out of the medics way, your hands covered in Mike’s blood as they treated him.

“He’s right. What the hell were you thinking climbing in through the window without any view?” Liv asked, slightly less agitated than earlier.

“I was thinking I’m the one who left him in here.” Her eyes softened the slightest, the way they always do when she cares for someone. “And I think you would have done the same thing.”

“Careful,” she replied, a small smile crossing her face. “You don’t want to end up like me.”

“There are worse people to be.”

They finished wrapping Mike up, and you two followed him out to the ambulance.

“Detective,” one of the medics called out to you as they loaded him in. “He’s asking if you can ride along.”

You looked to Liv for approval who gave you a nod.

“Keep us updated.” She added as you hopped in the back of the bus, sending her a thumbs up before they shut the door.

Mike fell asleep almost as soon as he got in the ambulance, but the medic assured you he was stable. He had lost a good amount of blood, but given the position of the shot, they were confident he would be okay.

The surgery was quick, and the doctor said it was a routine procedure. He’s been sleeping and recovering in the ICU for a couple hours, and the rest of the squad would be on their way over once he was awake.

“Detective, he’s awake.” A nurse came out to find you, escorting you to Mike’s room.

He was sitting up straight, arm bandaged from shoulder to elbow, but he looked completely unfazed.

“I come out of a workout class looking worse than you do right now. How is that fair?” You said as you walked into his room.

“Well, I regularly go to the gym, so that helps.” You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to smack him on his bad shoulder.

“Ok, hotshot, we get it.” You let out a breath, taking in his hospital state again. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got shot. I know it was a through and through, but God, it hurt pretty bad.” He said with a laugh, only to grab at his shoulder, moving too fast for his new injury.

You thought about what he said earlier, how you shouldn’t have gone in the house on your own. Maybe he and Liv were right. If you hadn’t gone in, without telling anyone, without any backup, he may not have been shot. It could’ve ended peacefully, without any harm to anyone.

“What you said earlier, you were right. I don’t know what I was thinking going in by myself. I put you and Lisa in danger, I got you shot. If you didn’t get the jump on him he could have hurt you two even worse-“

“Stop.” Mike interrupted you, placing his hand on your forearm, gesturing for you to sit down on the side of the hospital bed. “I didn’t say that because I was mad at you. I don’t blame you for me getting shot. You shouldn’t have come in because it could have been you in this hospital bed, with a gunshot wound much worse than mine. And I wouldn’t be able to have that on my conscience, you getting yourself shot for me.”

You didn’t say anything for a few seconds, instead you just sat there, looking at the man that you most definitely would have taken a bullet for. And you’re pretty sure he would do the same for you; how terrifying to know someone cared for you like that.

“I’m really glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done…” you trailed off, not wanting to think about what could have happened.

“You shouldn’t have come in, but if you hadn’t, I don’t know if I would be sitting here, relatively unscathed.” he reached over, grabbing your hand in his. “Thank you for that.”

You squeezed his hand in recognition as your eyes began to water, not knowing what to say next.

“Are you sure you want to stay with us in SVU? You get shot twice in one year, that would have most people running away.”

“And let you drink the squad room out of coke on your own? Not a chance.” He replied.

“Good. Joint Terrorism would be too boring for you anyway.” You said with a smile.

“In all seriousness, I feel like I can make the biggest difference here. There’s time to move up the ranks later. Right now, I want to be at SVU, with you by my side.” He admitted, as his hand held onto yours tight.

There was a shift in the air, a conversation the two of you had been avoiding for a few months. It wasn’t the time now, and it may not be for a while, but now it’s out there. And neither of you are going anywhere.

A knock on the door pulled you out of your bubble, dropping Mike’s hand as the rest of the squad came into the room. They greeted Mike, lightly ribbing him about having nine lives.

A hand fell on your shoulder, and you looked up to find Liv behind you. She had a knowing smile on her face, but you knew she’d never ask. At least, not yet.

Instead, you focused on your family in the room, and how grateful you were for everyone to be here, safe and sound.

****

The fourth time you saved Mike Dodds happened off duty.

You agreed to be his date to an NYPD fundraising gala that his father was dragging him too. Mike warned you that they were a long night of politics and fake smiles, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious to see how the brass lived.

Unfortunately, Mike hit the nail on the head with the political atmosphere. You’d been at the gala barely an hour and you’d already spoken to two people running for district attorney. If you weren’t listening to someone’s campaign pitch, then you were hearing from the brass how much trouble the SVU squad caused the department, despite the “good work” we all do.

“I hate to say I told you so, but, I told you so.” Mike said while handing you a glass of wine.

“How many of these has your dad dragged you to?” You asked as he took a sip of his beer.

“Too many. And now that I’ve ruined his dreams by staying at SVU, he’s going to continue to drag me to them as punishment.”

“Well, if the drinks and the food continue to be free, I’ll come to as many of these as you need me too.” You offered.

“First I’m paying for Chinese food, now I’m paying for galas, you’re an expensive date.” Mike joked as you shoved his completely healed shoulder. He hasn’t let you pay for dinners since he got shot.

“That’s the price you pay for greatness.” You said with a smile, making him laugh. “Is he really still pissed at you for not going to JTTF?”

“The Five-Year Plan has been officially ruined, I’ve been told. I must have really pissed him off if he’s calling Matt and begging him to come home.”

“Your brother?” You asked.

The little brother that Mike had spent his whole life looking out for. He was responsible for him since he was a kid, and every one of Matt’s failures was considered one of Mike’s in his fathers eyes. The last time Mike talked to him was last year, after he picked him up from rehab. He was catching a plane to Mexico City with no plans of coming back.

“He called me last week, asked to help get dad off his back. I guess I’m the new disappointment in the family.”

“Hey, if your dad wants to go play savior with your brother, let him. But don’t let him and his agenda get in your head. He’s no better than these political puppets surrounding us.”

“Speak of the devil,” Mike muttered under his breath, nodding his head behind you.

You turned to find his father, Chief William Dodds, approaching the two of you.

“Hi son,” he greeted Mike with a firm handshake, then turning his attention to you. “Detective. It’s nice to see you.”

“You as well, Chief.” You shook his hand next, resisting the urge to squeeze too hard.

“Don’t you two clean up nice. Most cops that come to these things have no idea how to dress, they’ve spent too much time in the ranks to know what life is like outside of it.” Chief Dodds commented, and you gave a polite nod of your head.

If you didn’t care so much about Mike, or your career, you would’ve chewed his head off right here, right now.

“Well, we don’t have time for all the show business like you guys do, we’re busy keeping the city safe.” Mike added.

“My son, he gets so defensive, takes every comment personally.” His father said and turned towards you. “Mike didn’t tell me you were coming tonight, or else I’m sure he would have asked me to be on my best behavior.”

“Dad,” Mike tried interrupting him, but it was no use.

“But I never thanked you, for acting quickly at the Munson call. If it weren’t for your quick thinking, Mike could have been hurt a lot worse.” You took the compliment from the Chief, but waited for the other shoe to drop; you knew when you were being set up. “Although if you didn’t leave him in there alone with an armed perp in the first place, we could have avoided all of this. Nevertheless, it was handled, and I’m sure you acted just as your Lieutenant trained you to.”

It was no secret that Chief Dodds was not Liv’s biggest fan. He undermined her every chance he could, and he never tried to understand how SVU was different from every other department. Mike being placed as the Sergeant was his way of getting an inside scoop, but boy did that backfire on him.

And once you piss off Olivia Benson, you piss off her whole squad.

“Our Lieutenant is the best commanding officer I’ve had in my time at the department. Ask anyone that has served with her in SVU and they will tell you the same thing. It’s a shame that you didn’t get the opportunity to learn some things yourself. A lot of people hold her in high regard, so I’d be careful what you say about her around here.”

“And if I were you, I’d watch my tone around your District Chief, Detective. Especially with your Sergeant standing in ear shot. It’s clear to me that SVU has no respect for the chain of command, and it would be a shame for you to learn this the hard way. Mike has already had to deal with the repercussions of being tied to SVU.” Chief Dodds threatened, and you actually had the audacity to scoff at him.

Mike began defending you, but you stopped him, holding your hand out in front of him.

“I don’t scare easily, Chief, and it's going to take a lot more than threatening my reputation to get me to turn my back on Lieutenant Benson and Special Victims. As for your son,” you looked back at Mike, his eyes steady on you the entire time. “Sergeant Dodds has been an incredible asset to our squad, so much so that our Lieutenant wanted him to stay in permanently, which I know is a sore spot for your ego. So you can continue to take shots at me, and my character, because you don’t really know me. But I’ll be damned if you think I’m going to stand here and listen to you drag Mike’s name, and his stellar reputation through the mud because he decided to make his own path. One that doesn’t involve all these fancy parties and pictures that you so thoroughly enjoy.”

Chief Dodds was stunned into silence, running a frustrated hand through his hair. He looked at Mike who also had a stunned expression on his face, but a smile was starting to show through.

“Excuse me.” The Chief removed himself from the situation, moving on to the next party goer with a smile on his face.

Once he was out of ear shot, your shoulders deflated and you turned around to apologize to Mike.

“I am so-“

“Do you want to dance?” He interrupted you, his smile now fully covering his face.

It took a few seconds for you to actually hear what he said, and when you did, you couldn’t help but laugh. Clearly, he wasn’t mad about you going off on his father.

“I’d love to.”

Mike took your hand and led you to the small dance floor, weaving in and out of older couples dancing the night away to the orchestra. You quickly took in your limited audience, including two Sergeants from your precinct, and the deputy commissioner of communications. He wrapped his arm around your waist drawing your attention back to him.

“You alright?” He asked as you curled your hand around his shoulder.

“Just a lot of people here, watching,” you said as Mike began to laugh.

“You just chewed my dads head off, a district chief, in front of these people, and now you’re scared of them seeing you dance with two left feet?”

“I don’t have two left feet.” You replied, squeezing his shoulder in jest. “I just don’t want people talking about me, that’s all.”

“Cmon, they’ve got better things to talk about than me and you.”

“If they heard anything I said I’m sure they’ll be talking about the crazy SVU detective for ages.”

“Hey,” he squeezed your waist, drawing your attention back to him. “No one has ever stood up to my dad like that, not for me.”

“Well someone should have. I know he’s your dad and you love him, but that doesn’t give him the right to control your life or talk down on you.”

He shook his head as you continued swaying together, slowing down a bit to match the tempo of the music.

“It means a lot for you to do that. And if I wasn’t so impressed with your outburst, I would’ve done the same for you. I should have.”

“I’m not worth getting into a fight with your Dad, Mike. Like he implied, I’ve got no real future outside of SVU, not that I’m really looking.”

“You’re worth it to me.” Mike said, eyes locked on your own. “If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have made it a week in the squad. You’ve changed my perspective on a lot, both on the job and off.”

You smiled, lightly ducking your head as you felt the blush creep onto your cheeks.

“Well you’re not so bad yourself, Dodds. You’ve taught me a lot too, maybe too much. One day I’m coming for that Sergeant’s shield of yours.” You joked, and he threw his head back in laughter.

It was so nice to see him like this. It was rare to get a moment of pure happiness on the job, and you weren’t sure how honest you wanted to be about changing your relationship outside the precinct.

“As soon as you pass the Sergeants exam, you can have it. You’d be better at this job than me any day.”

You moved a step closer to Mike as more people stepped onto the dance floor. You’d never seen this many cops dancing in your life.

“I meant to tell you earlier, but, you look beautiful tonight.” Mike said, trying not to be obvious in looking you up and down.

You were blushing now for sure.

“Would you take it back if I told you I had to borrow this dress from Liv?” You had panicked last night, not knowing what to wear to a gala, and not wanting to embarrass Mike.

“Not a chance, extra points for trying so hard.” You laughed as he put some space between you.

“Mike, I know you’re a show off, but you better not be doing what I think you’re doing.” You warned, but it was too late as he lifted up your arm, gently spinning you underneath him. He smoothly pulled you back into him as a few people cheered for you. “Do you have to be good at everything?”

“Unfortunately, I do.” You hid your smile in his shoulder, not missing the way his hand slid comfortingly over your waist and lower back.

And unfortunately, you fear you could get used to this feeling.

****

The first time you were saved by Mike Dodds was in the middle of a bar fight.

This wasn’t your finest moment, yet you rarely seemed to be on your best behavior around Dodds.

The two of you were undercover in a joint operation with Vice. The bar had been home to an underground gambling ring for years, and a few weeks ago you got credible intel that they may be branching out into sex trafficking.

Three other Vice detectives were in the bar with you as their Captain and the rest of their squad surveilled from an unmarked van outside.

“You want a refill?” Mike asked as you finished your second club soda, trying to hide the sour look on your face from all the bubbles.

“And pretend I’m not choking on this awful carbonation instead of a smooth vodka? No, I’ll pass.”

He got the bartender’s attention and ordered himself another alcohol free beer and a Diet Coke for you.

“Thanks.” You tipped your glass to his and took a refreshing sip before conducting another once over around the space.

“Simmons is still situated by the door, Ruiz and Lawrence have been under for an hour now.” Mike stated into his earpiece, updating the team outside.

There was no timetable on this, and as far as Liv was concerned, we were on our own in terms of conducting our investigation.

“This whole joint investigation thing is feeling a little one-sided to me.”

“Well give it a little longer before doing a lap to check-in with Simmons. If they don’t want to help us, they can tap in two of their guys from outside. Lieu already made that clear to their Captain.” Mike said before taking a sip of his non-alcoholic delight, his face scrunching in discomfort.

“Looks delicious.” You said with a smile, earning a laugh from the Sergeant. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, have you talked to your dad since the gala a few weeks ago?”

“Oh, you mean since that SVU detective tore a Department Chief to shreds?” He joked as you rolled your eyes. “I have, and he was extremely talkative thanks to the fact I avoided him for a week after.”

“Do I owe you Chinese food for the rest of the year in order to keep my job? I should know that my outbursts don’t come cheap.”

“He told me that he was impressed by you.” Mike started, a smile slowly appearing on his face. “He was mostly upset about your blatant insubordination, especially in such a public place, but he was impressed. I think he may even like you.”

“Are you messing with me?” You asked, not fully trusting the relaxed smile he was giving you.

“He asked that I bring you along to the next gala, all of them actually, ‘if it wouldn’t be too much trouble’,” he finished in air quotes, signifying the direct words from Chief Dodds. “My father is impressed with you, and probably wants you to be his next conversational opponent.”

“And what did you say, you know, about bringing me along?”

You hoped you didn’t sound pathetic, or eager, or anything other than an inquiring friend. But it was hard to act normal when you felt the butterflies in your stomach and your heart rate increasing over the fact that Mike and his dad were talking about you.

“I said I’d have to ask her. Not sure how she feels about spending so much of her free time with the Dodds.” He said before turning in his chair to face you. “But I told him I had a good feeling you would, you don’t just tell off a Police Chief for a work friend. And of course, as long as Liv lets you keep borrowing her clothes.”

“Funny,” you said while shoving his shoulder, earning another laugh from him. It was then that you saw Ruiz head up the stairs, subtly motioning for you to meet her in the bathroom. “Ruiz is back up, I’m gonna go check-in with her.”

You walked straight to the bathroom, having to dodge a noisy bachelorette party on your way. Ruiz was washing her hands when you walked in, and you quickly cleared all the stalls before she began talking.

She kept it short so that she could get back to the game, but they weren’t getting far on the sex trafficking front. Apparently the boss was going to be here later on, but even then there was no guarantee he would offer anything up. Their investigation, of course, was going to be handled by the end of the night, but there were no promises for us.

You waited a full three minutes to exit after Ruiz in case anyone was watching her. When you left the bathroom and started making your way back to Dodds, you saw a Blonde woman sitting in your seat, cozying up next to him at the bar. As you got closer, you recognized her from the bachelorette group, a sparkly pink sash giving her away.

“Hey, everything okay?” Mike asked as you joined the two of them.

“Yeah, just a bit of a line in the bathroom.” You said, watching as the new girl continued to look Mike up and down. “Did you make a new friend?”

“I’m Alex!” She jumped in, big smile covering her face as she moved to place a hand on Mike’s arm. “I came up to get a round of shots for my group of friends. It’s Lizzie’s last weekend as a single woman, and we cannot let her be sober for one second of it. But then I got distracted by Mike over here - a guy as handsome as him shouldn’t be sitting alone at a bar.”

“Well, luckily I came back in the nick of time.” You said, hoping she would order her shots and be on her way.

“I was telling him about our weekend - we’re down here from Albany, we’re not city girls. We’re headed down the street for our next stop, apparently there’s a popular karaoke bar that all the famous people stop in at. I told Mike he should come with us, invite a few of his cute friends along too to keep the party going.”

“I don’t really see him joining you for the rest of your night, Alex, but thanks for the invite.” You replied while taking a step toward Mike, lightly wrapping your arm around his shoulder, hoping she would take a hint.

“Okay.” Alex said with a chuckle before continuing, “But you should be careful, leaving your man alone in a bar with those pretty brown eyes of his, cause someone’s gonna come up and take him away.”

“His eyes are hazel, actually, they’ve got a little bit of green in them depending on the lighting. I know it might be hard for you girls from upstate to differentiate colors, so I can help you out.”

You never considered yourself to be a jealous person, especially over someone who wasn’t even yours to have. But something about this girl coming up to Mike on this night, after the recent events that have gone down between the two of you, you felt a little protective over him.

“Everything alright over here Alex? Where are those tequila shots?” Another blonde woman with a pink sparkly sash came over to us, checking in on her friend and drinks.

“Yeah, they’re coming. Just trying to tell my new friend here to keep an eye on her boyfriend or he may decide to join the group of pretty out of town girls for the night.”

“Listen, Alex,” you remove yourself from Mike, taking a step closer to the girl who was really ruining your already shittiy night of undercover work. “I don’t know how bar etiquette works at your little townie spot up in Albany, but us city girls like to take the fight outside.”

“Alright, why don’t we just continue our night and let you girls go back to your party.” Mike interjected, feeling his hand on your lower back, steadying you out as Alex only laughed.

You took another step toward her, not knowing what your next move was, before the bartender stepped in.

“You,” he pointed to you, then to the door. “Fighting’s gonna get you thrown out any night lady. You’re done.”

“Thank you, sir,” the girls replied.

Before you could open your mouth to say anything else, Mike was standing behind you, arm wrapped around your waist to lead you toward the exit. Simmons eyed the two of you as you walked out, shaking his head with a smile on his face. You weren’t going to live this down.

The two of you made it down the block before breaking away from each other, looking back to see if anyone followed. When you looked back at Mike, his hands were on his hips, a growing smile on his face.

“Don’t,” you warned while running a hand through your hair. “Don’t say anything.”

He didn’t, but he couldn’t keep his laughter in any longer. You wanted to yell at him, tell him it wasn’t funny, that there was still an investigation going on, and this was completely embarrassing for you both. Instead, you joined in his laughter.

“Were you really going to fight the innocent bachelorette party from Albany?” He asked through his fits of laughter as you rolled your eyes.

“Of course not. But how else was I supposed to get the drunk bridesmaid away from you so we could continue our surveillance? Offer her more sparkles?”

“Or offer to buy the next round of shots.”

“Now you tell me,” you said as you leaned against the side of the building. “At least we didn’t mess up the whole op, then I’d be in really deep shit not only with Liv but with Vice, and there’s nothing I hate more than owing a favor to a Vice cop.”

He nodded, agreeing with you as he settled in next to you. You knew you should go check in with the Captain, confirm they don’t need you for anything else before leaving the investigation, but you weren’t going to move until Dodds did. And the way he relaxed next to you, you had a feeling he didn’t want to leave any time soon.

“No one ever notices that my eyes are hazel, you know. It’s kind of weird how you hit the nail right on the head with the fact about them turning green.”

You turned to look at him, a little smirk on his face as he leaned his head back against the wall.

“As weird as talking to your dad about your close friend’s gala availability?” You hit back, watching him laugh and nod along with your point. You smiled to yourself for a second, remembering the conversation from earlier. “You’re sure I don’t owe you, he does like me, or at least tolerate me?”

“Do you want to talk about how much my dad likes you or how much I like you? Cause let me tell you, I’ve got him beat by miles, I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone.”

“Mike,” you started, watching as he pushed himself up to stand in front of you.

“Are you really going to look into my hazel eyes and tell me you don’t like me? That you weren’t going to get in a bar fight with a random girl for me?” He asked, and you let out a shaky breath.

“You know it took me a while to figure out your eyes were hazel, I thought they were brown for a while. I’m not some crazy person who just studies people’s eyes all day.” He nodded, trying to hide his smile as he let you finish, “and I wasn’t going to get in a fight with her. Maybe, maybe I would have shoved her, but I wouldn’t have thrown a punch.”

“Well that’s reassuring.” Mike added, and you couldn’t deny him now. Not when he was listening to you ramble on about his eyes, and his father, and all the weird things you two knew about each other.

“I like you too.” You confessed. “And you’re right, I wouldn’t attend galas and tell off police chiefs for just anyone. I’d only do it for you, Mike.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” He said while wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

Mike’s eyes flickered down to your lips, taking his time bringing his gaze back to your eyes. You felt yourself nod the slightest bit, gently guiding him closer to you. His lips were soft against your own, slow and gentle as you kissed him back. He pulled away for a second, another check-in, before you leaned in again. You let him take the lead as you ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, trying not to smile as you felt his teeth graze your bottom lip.

“Sorry,” he mumbled against you, lightly pecking your lips a few times.

“Don’t be, I’m not going anywhere.”

Hours could have been spent lazily kissing Mike Dodds, feeling your stomach slowly build with butterflies. But you caught the smile he was trying to suppress, and it became contagious.

“Well,” he said with a laugh, gently resting his forehead against yours. “I guess you do really like me.”

“I guess so.” You leaned back to kiss him again, not wanting to let him go now that you know how good he feels. His tongue danced across your lips for a few seconds, and you relished in the feeling before slowly pulling back. “I don’t mean to be a total buzzkill, but we aren’t exactly going to be able to hide this for long at the station.”

“We’ll figure it out.” He assured you, gently kissing your forehead. “If some shuffling needs to be done, or conversations need to be had, we’ll take care of it.”

“So your dad may get to move you around after all, how nice.” You said with a laugh, as Mike nodded. If it meant you could be together, and Mike was happy with it, why the hell not.

Before he could say anything else on the subject, his phone began to ring.

“Please don’t be Liv, please don’t be Liv,” you begged as Mike pulled away from you, quickly answering his phone.

“Hey Lieutenant,” he greeted Liv on the other end of the call and you closed your eyes. This was going to be good. “No, the Captain got it wrong. She got us thrown out for threatening to fight another woman.”

You rolled your eyes as he continued to talk to Liv, pacing the sidewalk trying to set the story straight and wrap up this godforsaken joint investigation.

Mike pulled the phone away from his ear now, walking back over to you.

“She wants to talk to you.” He said, trying to hand you his phone.

“No, she’s going to yell at me in that Liv tone, when I didn’t really do anything wrong!”

You caught his small smile before he gave you a quick kiss.

“Then you can explain that to her.” He said, holding out the phone to you. He kissed you one more time, for good luck and courage, before placing the phone in your hand.

You tried to hide your smile as you took a breath and placed the phone to your ear, ready to plead your case.

“Hey Lieu, I did not get into a bar fight with the bridesmaid from Albany.”

****

#mike dodds #mike dodds x female!reader #mike dodds x reader #mike dodds fic #law and order svu #law and order: svu #law and order svu fanfiction #law and order svu fanfic

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gerhardtz · 9 months

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One Hour Ahead of the Posse - Fargo Series 2 AU

Rye is injured and on the run. His conversation with Judge Mundt couldn't have gone any worse... and in his inebriated state, he decided to flee the scene on foot – leaving his car behind. It's not a question of *if* he's found out, but when.

Dipping my toes back into fanfiction for the first time in... what, like 2 or 3 years? I have no idea how to advertise fics on Tumblr so please bear with me 😭

This is an AU for Fargo series 2, where Rye's car accident wasn't quite as serious. Maybe Peggy braked sooner or was going slower. It mainly follows Rye and delves into what might have happened between the Gerhardts and Kansas City if Rye had been in the picture.

The next chapter is currently in the works! I'm not sure when it'll be done but rest assured I am not planning on abandoning it. Probably. I also have a crossover AU planned that I'm going to be co-writing with @pastelspindash if anyone's interested in that.

I didn't post about this sooner because I wasn't sure if i wanted to connect my AO3 to here, but I've decided fuck it. I'm the Rye Guy on Tumblr dot com it's my duty to share my writing here, too.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years

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hello lovely, how are you?!?

🌾🌈 for the fanfic ask game please?

There are a few of these!

- Dodds/Stone Soulmate AU which goes over their relationship over a period of time including long distance with Peter in chicago and Mike in New York.

- Mike returning from undercover.

- Peter transition from fuckboi to feelings

- Something Joe related, not sure what yet but there are threads of something.

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plaidbooks · 5 months

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I’ve read all your Mike Dodds fics

What other writers for him do you recommend reading

I haven't read fanfics in quite some time. I believe @adarafaelbarba and @storiesofsvu write him.

#answered #anon

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locke-writes · 3 years

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Stillness of the Moment

Author: locke-writes

Title: Stillness of the Moment

Sequel to Imagine Mike Dodds coming to speak with you after a particularly difficult case in which you meet with Mike frequently during the case and the two of you begin to reconcile

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,101

Tag List: @scarletsoldierrr / @opalsandlacemain / @teamsladsandgents / @aryn-the-bearheart / @andreasworlsboring101 / ask to be added

Had it not been a 24hr diner the two of you would have sat at the booth all night long just talking. Mike found that Liv was right, not that he ever actually doubted her. Opening up about everything and not sparing the details as he often did helped him come to process what he was working through. The case was far from over and he knew worse days were most likely ahead but at least for now he knew he could end up in bed asleep rather than staring at the ceiling replaying every aspect of the case so far.

Neither one of you knew when conversation drifted from the case and into your lives. Mike's father, your job, him debating adopting a dog, little details of your lives since one another came forth and never seemed to stop. Both of you found it easy to care for one another, to fall into an old pattern, an old routine.

Time ticked on as time does, forcing the two of you to part. Rather than shut everything off completely you told Mike that he could call you any time during the case if he needed to talk. He promised he'd take you up on that offer. He didn't know if he should call though, and you didn't know if he would. At one point in time the two of you had been in love, did that change the nature of how you interacted now? The past was indicative of the present or at least this was how Mike thought, the nature of the end of your relationship would influence the nature of your responses to any call that came through from him.

He wanted to refuse to call but needed another voice, needed someone outside the realm of the case to speak with and to help digest the horrors of the day.

Thus it began. At first it was once a week, conversations that could last hours beginning with the case and ending with whatever topic you'd found yourself in. Mike found it a comfort to be able to speak freely with no judgement, to have you listening, helping him decompress from the horrors of the case. Soon enough the conversations began to occur each night and no longer were about the case alone. Some nights that was what was spoken of but most nights became conversations about the latest movies or a new book Mike had read.

Old habits seemed really and truly to die hard. The night in the diner you'd told Mike that he could call you, any time he needed he could call you. While the case was going on there was an excuse for picking up, an excuse for forgetting the reason that your relationship ended. Easier to pretend that everything was normal, that there wasn't a history between the two of you than it was to admit what was occurring between the two of you.

You began to think of what was going to happen when the case finished. That was the reason he had called you in the beginning, what would happen when all was said and done?

The calls came in night after night and they changed in nature. Soon enough you found yourself dreading when the case would end as you knew that would be the end of any reconciliation with Mike. Once connected you had drifted apart and history was set to repeat itself. You wondered night after night hearing him through the phone, had you really fallen back in love with him?

Had the separation been necessary in the first place? At the time you felt distant from him, you felt as though you had never known him yet now there was something between you, some understanding of one another. He was more open with you than he had been in the entirety of your relationship which made you wonder if the difficulties of the job had allowed him to reevaluate the nature of his relationships with other people.

While it seemed to forward to ask him if he felt the same it was all you could come to think about as conversations drifted more toward colloquial than purely occupational.

Mike knew the case was coming to a close, it was all he managed to focus on. He knew that there was a trial, he knew that he was set to testify, he knew that of course this meant the end of everything. He knew that at the end of the case there came no reason for him to call you. There could be excuses made, there could be reasons later to call. Other cases, other horrors, yet he didn't want to be dependent on you, didn't want to keep talking to you when there was an underlying pull.

There was a pull, there was a connection that remained. You had laid out all the reasons for the separation, the break up, and he knew them. He'd analyzed each point, wanted to work on the points, and he had. He hoped that the change he'd put forth within himself was something which could bring the two of you back together.

He knew he had to let you know the case was done and he hated doing it over the phone, hated telling you in a way that felt so impersonal. He knew he had to let you know the case was done but he was afraid for what that might mean, for what that would lead to. Another separation or starting over again as friends?

There was risk in asking again to meet you at the diner. This was where everything had begun and where everything would end once more. There was risk in your acceptance of the meeting place, yet there was promise of reward.

Mike was already sitting in a booth when you arrived. Silence sat between the two of you for a moment before he began to speak what he had rehearsed. He wanted it to sound like a parting but never a breakup, he wanted it to be some form of closure and yet he knew it was the last thing that he wanted. You knew now that it was the last thing that you wanted as well. You didn't want to stop him from speaking but you didn't want this to be the end.

You took his hand in yours, running your thumb over his palm. This had been a gesture of calm when the two of you were together, you meant it now as an act of reconciliation. You only hoped that Mike understood.

#locke writes #mike dodds #law and order svu #mike dodds fic #law and order svu fic #mike dodds fanfic #law and order svu fanfic #mike dodds oneshot #law and order svu oneshot #mike dodds imagine #law and order svu imagine

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eclecticminded · 5 years

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Would you write something fluffy and cute for M. Dodds? Anything you want! (I'm so glad you're back!)

Oh I love me some Mike Dodds. I’m happy to write something. I’m a little rusty so it’s going to be short.

When Mike had cases so bad he wouldn’t share the details with you, you felt helpless. It meant longer than normal shifts and more tension than you thought possible. But the great relief always came once the case was settled. Once the bad guy was caught.

The two of you had a ritual when this happened. He’d send you a short text and you’d begin prep. The bath was drawn and wine poured. A comfort meal made. The first thing he’d do when he got home was hug you for what felt like years. Then slowly you’d undress each other and get in the hot bath.

You’d loving massage his shoulders and neck, scratch and rub his scalp. His favorite part was the temple rub, it helped to reset his brain. He’d turn into putty and that’s when you knew it was time to get out. Mike would change into his softest pajamas and you into one of his old shirts.

The two of you would curl up on the sofa and eat while watching old movies. Slowly but surely, your Mike would return and would be right in the world for a little longer.

#mike dodds #law and order svu #law and order svu imagine #law and order svu fanfic #mike dodds fanfic #mike dodds imagine

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blackleatherjacketz · 7 years

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Bad Bitch: Chapter 8

Mike Dodds x Reader, Nevada Ramirez x Reader, Sonny Carisi x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse

Read: Chapter 7

Escaping Nevada, you find out who your undercover neighbor is...

Tags: @hot-cheeto-nevada @dreila03 @miraxo-xo-supernatrual @faith-loyalty

Your hand slips in the small puddle of blood from your lips as you hobble toward the door. You try to block out the sounds of Nevada climbing back into bed with the strange woman, and focus on pushing your body upward. You reach the door handle and push it open, stumbling into the hall like a drunken mess. You assume everyone on your hall heard him yelling at you, but there's only one person in the hallway.

Tommy from across the hall walks out of his apartment and rushes toward you. He was the undercover cop Sonny had set up a few days ago, and had identified himself by offering you a zeppole one morning when you came home from work. He was a personal trainer, at least that's what he told you when he ran into you in the elevator. He was always wearing ripped tank tops and basketball shorts, drinking protein shakes and Muscle Milk. His cover was pretty believable, even though you knew he was probably some stiff in a suit named John or Jack. He told you he would always be there for you, you know, with a cup of sugar. Now he's here with your blood all over his hands.

"I got you, I got you." He soothes, helping you to your feet.

He slides his other arm under your knees and picks you up. He adjusts his grip on your body and carries you into his apartment, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck.

"He..." You start to tell him what happened, but can't finish your sentence. You rest your head against his chest, smearing blood on his gray t-shirt. You hold on tighter as he kicks the door shut with his foot.

"I know," he whispers, walking through his living room.

You feel his heart beating inside his chest. The strong, steady rhythm drums in your head as he navigates his way through his apartment.

He turns a corner and enters what must be his bedroom. Blank taupe walls and gray sheets are the only color in this part of the apartment. He takes care and sets you down on the bed, making sure to sit your back against the wall.

"There we go." He sits on the side of the bed, facing you. His gray eyes look you over as you adjust in the bed.

"You didn't have to be so dramatic." You try to smile, but wince as your face begins to throb.

"You can barely stand." He opens the drawer in the nightstand and finds a pen light. "I wasn't exactly going to let you crawl to my apartment." He looks straight at you and places his hand on top of your head. Lifting your eyelids, he shines the light in your eyes from side to side.

"How many times did he hit you?" He asks softly.

"Once on the mouth..." You point to your busted lip. "And it sent my forehead onto the marble counter top." You wince as the small amount of pressure in your head grows exponentially. "Then he pulled my hair and grabbed my chin. And he threw me into he floor." You mutter.

"I'm sorry." He takes your hands and squeezes them tightly.

"Not as sorry as I am." You squeeze his hands with just as much effort. You didn't think your undercover cop would have skilled medical training, but you aren't complaining.

"Raise both arms in the air for me." He instructs, placing the pen light behind his ear.

You do as you're told, and lift your arms up in front of you. Tommy smiles as your neuro checks turn out okay.

"This isn't your fault, y/n." He pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts typing. "I'm getting us an Uber to the hospital. You need a head CT and an x-ray of that shoulder." He places his hand on your leg and squeezes softly.

"I know. Are you going to night school too?"

He smiles a genuine smile for the first time, revealing a small gap in between his otherwise perfect teeth. If you weren't completely incapacitated and involved with a murderous drug lord, you might be attracted to him.

"Something like that. I had some medical training in the military."

"Lucky me."

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You wait on a rickety old hospital bed in the emergency room with Tommy holding your hand. It took them a while to see you, but your head CT is negative and your shoulder was surprisingly not fractured or out of place.

The nurse had become suspicious of you and Tommy's relationship, noticing how much bigger he is, but you assured her that he was your neighbor. You know the nurses are trained to be suspicious when cases come in like this, but you really wish they weren't. Not today, anyways. You were really tired of speaking.

"You guys dating now, holding hands like that?" Sonny's voice rang in your ears, making you wince. He walks up to you and stoops down to your level. "Jesus, Nevada did this to you?" He traces the outline of your injuries.

"Yes. After he made me watch him with another woman." A tear falls down your face and you look at the floor trying to hide it.

"Hey." He cups your cheek. "You don't ever have to go back there again, okay?"

"I thought he was going to kill me, Sonny. I thought I was going to die in that apartment." Your lip trembles as you stare at your knight in shining tweed. His blue eyes filling up with rage as he nods his head in understanding.

"Well, thanks to Sergeant Dodds here, you didn't. He'll stay with you all night, sleep on the couch, bring you water, whatever you need."

"Why can't you stay?" You grab ahold of his arm.

"There is nothing I'd love more than to stay here with you, y/n." He runs his hand through your hair. "But I've got a very bad man I need to put away, okay? Fin and I are going back to your apartment to get your stuff. If he's there, this is all over, alright?" His smile is sad but encouraging.

You nod reluctantly, feeling Tommy, or Dodds, squeeze your hand again. "Go get him."

#mike dodds fanfic #mike dodds fan fiction #mike dodds #andy karl #mike dodds x reader #Nevada ramirez #Raul Esparza #Trouble In The Heights #sonny carisi #sonny carisi fanfic #sonny Carisi fan fiction #Peter Scanavino #nevada ramirez fanfic #sonny x reader #SVU fanfiction #law and order: svu #Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

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australiancarisi · 4 years

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Hello!! How are you? I'd like you to write a prompt about Mike with the number 33 , thank you

33. “I had a bad dream again.”

You shot up quickly.

A dream.

It was just a dream. A fucking horrible dream but still just a dream. You rubbed your hands over your face and took a deep breath. Mike snored lightly beside you. Normally his snoring annoyed you but right now it was a comfort. He was there. He was fine, sleeping soundly without a care in the world. You looked over at the clock on the bedside table.

4:36.

You knew you probably wouldn’t fall asleep. The alarm was set to go off at 6 anyway, you thought to yourself. You slowly pushed the blanket off your body and swung your legs to the side of the bed. You were about to stand up when you felt Mike grab your hand.

“Where do you think you're going?” He mumbled, his eyes still shut

“Can’t sleep, didn’t want to wake you. I was just gonna go watch some tv in the lounge” you whispered

“What’s wrong?” Mike sat up and slowly moved closer to you

“Nothing I just can’t sleep” you shrugged

“Y/n come on, you’d sleep all day if I let you”

“…I had a bad dream again”

“The dream?” Mike asked softly running the tips of his fingers lightly up your arm. You nodded, feeling tears well in your eyes. You couldn’t help it. The thought of losing Mike… you couldn’t bear it. “It’s okay Princess, I’m here, I’m safe, I’m with you”

I’m here, I’m safe, I’m with you

7 simple words that hold so much weight. You hand traced the scar where he had been shot by Munson. You would never forget being outside the house and hearing the gun go off - feeling your blood run cold because you just knew it was bad.

Sitting at the hospital by his side you fiddled with your engagement ring. It had been over a year since Mike proposed to you but no planning had been done, you had both been so busy and now there was a chance it’ll never happen.

When Mike woke up it was like a never-ending party. The squad sat in his room while friends, other police officers and higher-ups made their way in and out. When the two of you were finally alone he said those 7 simple words

“I’m here, I’m safe, I’m with you” Mike mumbled, he was tired

“What?”

“I said I’m here, I’m safe, I’m with you” Mike repeated “You haven’t let my hand go since I woke up, its okay Princess, it’s all okay”

“You should go back to sleep, no need for Liv to have two tired officers”

“Well I can’t sleep without you so” he kissed your shoulder

“You are so full of shit” you giggled pushing him off you. Mike laughed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down into him.

“….If you can’t sleep we could have sex?” Mike grinned

#law and order svu imagines #law and order fanfic #mike dodds x reader #mike dodds fanfic #mike dodds imagines #mike dodds imagine

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lovemesomerafael · 2 years

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LAW & ORDER: SVU / One Chicago MASTERLIST

Mostly Law & Order: SVU (Titles are links to the stories on AO3.) All stories contain language my mother would not approve of and I have yet to unlock the achievement of writing a story without a happy ending.

Mostly M/M Barisi and Stucky but also Dorisi. Also M/W with Peter Stone, Mike Dodds, and Chicago Fire Otis

I also have a Captain America / MCU Masterlist. (Or I will, and I'll link to it when it's done.)

LAW & ORDER: SVU:

Stories about Barisi, Dorisi, Peter Stone, and Mike Dodds. Also Chicago Fire Otis.

I Remember You

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, Sonny Carisi whump, Rafael Barba whump (about the Sonny Carisi whump)

Sonny and Rafael are blissfully happy together. In fact, they're two weeks out from their wedding. After Sonny is assaulted by a perp during a raid, however, he can't remember anything about the last ten years, including law school. Or Rafael.

It's Complicated

Rafael Barba / Original Female Character Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, enemies to lovers, Dorisi!

There's a new forensic psychiatrist working with SVU, and a rapist stalking NYC. Dr. Francisca Rojas and ADA Barba find that they're each the type the other detests, but they have to work together. Their frequent loud arguments in Spanish don't really hide the fact that they're also wildly attracted to one another. Then something happens that complicates everything, and Barba finds himself off the case. The squad is doing all they can, and Barba is helping, although his reasons infuriate Frankie. Two bonus "afterward" chapters because I liked this AU so much.

If I Ain't Got You

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, hilariously bad Photoshop

Sonny and Rafael are just minding their own business, enjoying a crush neither knows is mutual, until Sonny shaves off that ridiculous mustache and turns out to be brilliant. These adorable idiots find their way to one another and, when things get serious, they introduce each other to their families. The problem? Mama Carisi instantly and permanently HATES Rafael. Rafael wants to propose, but he won't make Sonny choose between him and his family. Which means Rafael has to choose, at the cost of everything he's ever wanted.

One Little Three-Letter Word

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Angst, pining, shifting POV between Rafael and Sonny, fluff

On cross-examination, the defense asks a Very. Dangerous. Question. Sonny answers yes, and changes Rafael's whole world. With no idea what to do about it, Rafael gets a little help from Carmen and Rita.

There For Each Other

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Angst, Rafael Barba whump, smut, fluff

Rafael Barba loses a trial that should've been a slam dunk, and comforts himself by looking through his wedding pictures. He gets to reminiscing about how he cared for Sonny when Sonny was hurt, pretending all the while to be annoyed and convincing no one. He remembers how caring led to love. Sonny interrupts Rafael's walk down memory lane by making Rafael leave work early with him. It's Sonny's turn to care for Rafael, but the kind of caring Rafael needs isn't so gentle...

Pathetic

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Angst, pining, POV shifts between Sonny and Rafael

Rafael Barba has been gone for two years following his trial. He left Sonny Carisi without even saying goodbye. And Sonny is pissed.

Rafael thought he was doing the right thing. Now he's back, and willing to do anything, because he can't go one more day without Sonny.

Afterlife

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Short one-shot, just a mood

They always expected that Rafael, being older, would go first. But he didn't. When he does, Sonny's there to meet him. No, really. That's it. That's the fic.

No One Else

Dominic "Sonny" Carisi / Original Female Character Story, smut, fluff, angst, pining, ADA Carisi

Detective Sonny Carisi falls helplessly in love with OC Kate Kinsella. But when his dreams begin to come true, they realize there is simply no way that either one of them can see to get married when he’s in Manhattan with his wagon hitched to a star and she’s in Brooklyn making a name for herself. They have no choice but to give up on the idea that they can be together. So they say goodbye before they end up destroying something that is sacred to both of them.

Years later, Assistant District Attorney Carisi tries a case in which Kate is a witness, and they realize it's not over. It's never been over, for either of them. But someone will do anything to keep Kate from having Sonny.

A Little Too Undercover

Dominic "Sonny" Carisi / Original Female Character Short, smutty one-shot

Sonny Carisi goes undercover with his female partner, and they get a little too into their roles.

El Amor Todo Lo Puede (L&O / Chicago PD / Chicago Med / Chicago Justice / Chicago Fire Crossover)

Peter Stone / Original Female Character; Rafael Barba / Original Female Character; Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz / Original Female Character Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, action. (This is the first fic I ever posted so be kind.) Peter Stone is forced to leave the love of his life, OC Laura Parker, because he can't watch her destroy her life with her alcoholism. She gets sober but loses her job at Chicago Med, and goes to work for Hank Voight at Chicago PD. She begins dating Mouse, and she and Peter rekindle their friendship, although there's no going back to love. When Mouse returns to Afghanistan and Peter's father dies, the two travel to New York for his funeral and decide to stay. That's when Laura meets Rafael Barba, and falls head over heels in love. The last thing Rafael wants is a relationship, but tell that to his heart.

Alternative endings: You can stop at Chapter 50 or keep reading for a different conclusion.

The Best Laid Plans

Peter Stone / Original Female Character Smuttiest smut I ever smutted. A/B/O universe. Peter Stone whump. Accidentally got a little plot on my porn.

When one of the SVU detectives goes into heat early, Peter gives her a ride home for safety reasons. Although Alpha Peter knows it's not a great idea professionally, that doesn't stop him from offering to stay. And that's when they realize just how compatible they really are.

Under the Influence

Peter Stone / Original Female Character A short, smutty one-shot

Peter meets a very successful female attorney when they take a case neither of them should be working on, and neither of them want to be. But they are both struck by lightning the minute they meet.

Becoming Mike

Mike Dodds / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Smut, angst, pining, coming out to parents, Father/Son relationship between Chief Dodds

Mike Dodds had no idea when he accepted the job as the new Sergeant for Manhattan SVU that he'd be blindsided by meeting Sonny Carisi. Sonny is the man of Mike's dreams, and absolutely off-limits. At least, as far as Mike is concerned. Sonny has other ideas. How Mike learned to stop living the life his father wants for him, and figured out what Mike wants.

Best That You Can Do

Mike Dodds / Original Female Character Smut, Enemies as lovers (and enemies to lovers), angst, pining, everybody whump, married Barisi!

When Chief Dodds sees his son, Mike, with his staff member, OC Kaitlyn Myers, he realizes she's perfect for him. The Chief really likes Kaitlyn, and he knows she's exactly Mike's type. He's right. Within hours of meeting in Chief Dodds' office, Mike and Kaitlyn have a wonderful, steamy night together. Things are looking great until the next morning, when Mike makes a HUGE mistake. But Chief Dodds doesn't know that. So he goes ahead with his little matchmaking scheme. Kaitlyn is determined to stay far away from Mike, but somehow they keep finding themselves having sex... After Mike is killed in the line of duty, Chief Dodds will never forgive her for rejecting him, and neither will she.

#Mouse #Law & Order: SVU fanfic #Barisi #Mike Dodds #Peter Stone #Greg Gerwitz #Chicago PD Fanfic #Chicago Fire Otis #Law & Order: SVU #One Chicago #Dorisi

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gerhardtz · 7 months

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UPDATE - One Hour Ahead of The Possee

Chapter 3: 1974 Chevrolet Caprice Classic

He squeezed his eyes shut, covered his mouth, held his breath, anything to stop the waterfall of despair from crashing down on his head. He was lost, trapped, and utterly helpless. Three things a Gerhardt should never be.

I'm on a roll lately! Like i said in the A/N, I have about 600 words of Chapter 4 already written up. I'm really having fun writing this fic and I'm really excited to get into the good stuff in the next few updates.

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caracalwithchips · 3 years

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Made just for you

Another Mike Dodds x (fem) reader fic.

This should fill the Holiday Party square of @storiesofsvu’s holiday bingo.

TW for mentions of cocktails, alcohol, and alcohol use

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“I really hate these things.”

You looked up to Sonny, who was walking beside you. “Seriously? You’re like the king of schmoozing.”

He laughed as you reached your destination and he swung the door open for you. Despite it being 8:00 pm on a Friday night, the two of you were entering the Manhattan county coroner’s building dressed in your holiday best. For you, that meant the somewhat daring look of tight black miniskirt, thick black tights and thigh length black suede boots. Under your winter coat, you had on an ugly Christmas sweater with a black cat with reindeer antlers. There was to be an ugly Christmas sweater contest and Liv had asked the squad to show their appreciation for the party’s hosts by partaking. Liv had threatened Rollins with desk duty if she didn’t show up in something festive, but you had a feeling Fin would still figure out a loophole.

“Yeah, well I’m glad someone thinks so. Sometimes Rollins makes me feel like I can never say anything right to anyone.” The squad’s most recent case had been a tough one with a few missteps from the entire squad, but Sonny in particular had really put his foot in his mouth during part of the trial.

You two reached the elevators and you pressed the button to head down to the basement. The medical examiner and CSI departments always hosted their joint holiday party in the morgue. Apparently it was something that started as a tradition and got funnier as the years went on to those who were regularly a part of that tradition. This was the first year that the entire SVU squad had been invited; you, Sonny, and Mike Dodds were the only ones who hadn’t been included before. This was Mike’s first Christmas on the squad, and it had apparently taken years for you and Sonny to wear down the ME’s crew enough to warrant an invitation. You tried not to let it sting, but you know Sonny was torn between being flattered at finally being invited and offended that it took so long. When you got your invites, Sonny may have muttered something to you about Dodds only being invited so soon during his tenure because everyone was intimidated by his connections. You had to give the Sergeant more credit than that, he was another member of the squad who was undeniably charismatic. And there were a few of the lab techs who had a thing for him.

You bumped Sonny’s elbow as you both entered the elevator. “I’m sorry,” you didn’t know what else to say, “we all mess up and say the wrong thing sometimes. The defense lawyers count on that and you know, Mr. Law School, how easily they can manipulate you into saying something different from what you mean.”

“I know, it still stings when it happens, especially knowing you might be the reason for someone not getting justice.” Sonny had been with SVU for a few months longer than you had, but he still got treated like the new kid. You weren’t sure why he got ragged on so hard, he really was the greatest guy and had become one of your dearest friends within just a few months of knowing him. He reminded you a lot of your baby brother and he said you were like “a much less Italian” version of his sister Bella. You two bickered a lot, but there wasn’t any sort of…tension that it came with, unlike him and another detective who he butted heads with.

You got off the elevator and shrugged out of your coats to set on a table outside the large room you’d be in. You saw Sonny’s sweater and burst out laughing. It was a reference to A Christmas Story, and above a picture of a lamp shaped like a lady’s leg said “Fra-gee-lay, it must be Italian.”

“You like it?”

“I love it,” you assured him, still giggling.

He frowned at your antler-having cat sweater, “that’s not fair, your sweater’s cute, not ugly. You actually look kind of hot, you’re not supposed to look hot!”

“Ewww,” you laughed some more, “don’t call me hot, it’s Christmas!”

He stopped laughing, “is there any reason you’re trying to look hot? Is it the new CSI guy who wears the weird hats?”

He could be really clueless for such an excellent detective, but that worked in your favor. You didn’t need him teasing you about that.

“Some of us don’t have to try to look hot, Son,” you husked, and sauntered past him into the main room.

You didn’t want him to see the blush that had crept up your neck. You weren’t trying to look hot, but you didn’t want to look frumpy either. There were certain people at the party you didn’t want to look anything less than put-together in front of. A mini skirt at a work function wasn’t exactly put-together, but you had warred with the subconscious part of your mind that wanted to make an impression while getting dressed earlier. This was the only time a certain coworker would probably ever see you outside of a pant suit. You told yourself you just wanted to be reminded of the fact that you were more than a detective sometimes.

Sonny came up beside you and let out a whistle. The morgue was definitely more festive than you were expecting, but most surprising was the amount of people crammed into the space. Everyone was wearing holiday garb, there were mostly bedecked sweaters of varying shades of tacky, but you caught a Santa outfit in the crowd, a couple girls in elf-type dresses, and there were even some snowman and reindeer onesies. You smiled, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t considered that a party at the morgue would be different than the typical, stuffy police squad holiday parties. Maybe tonight would be fun, not boring or awkward.

You saw an arm waving over some heads in the crowd, it was Liv beckoning you and Sonny over. She was standing with Dr. Warner, Rollins, Fin (who had a tiny Santa sticker on his lapel, you knew he’d get out of the sweater thing), and Dodds. You settled in the circle the group had formed next to Dodds, smiling up at him shyly. Before you or Sonny could get out a greeting, Liv and Amanda started speaking to you both at once, chattering over one another about how glad they were that you were here and they never thought you would make it.

Sonny glanced at Fin curiously, who conspiratorially told you, “They’ve had a few drinks.” You smiled, you knew they each had a sitter for the night, they must be enjoying the freedom.

“Dodds, get these two a drink! You won’t believe the cocktails the Sarg can whip up.”

You turned to look at your Sergeant, “Really?”

Dodds didn’t blush, but his ears did turn pink. “Yeah, it used to be a hobby of mine.”

“Really? I can’t believe you’ve kept that from us all this time.” He smiled and gestured to the side of the room where a table covered in alcohol bottles and mixers was set up. You followed him over, but Sonny stayed with the group. He was a beer drinker, through and through.

“What would you like?” He picked up a silver martini shaker.

“I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for, I didn’t realize I’d have options. Can you recommend something?”

He smiled bigger than you had ever seen him. “That’s actually one of my favorite things, making someone a drink based on their personality. Would that be okay? I think I know you pretty well by now.”

“Yes, I’d love that!” you practically bounced up and down, this was already fun and not just because you were learning more about your Sergeant outside of work, and actually seeing him outside of work.

He twisted his mouth to the side and pulled a couple of bottles to the front—tequila, golden rum, vodka and examined them carefully. He was actually putting thought into this. He may even have been trying to impress you. Your heart fluttered for a beat.

He took you in, even glanced up and down over your form very quickly. “You don’t like whiskey or scotch, am I right?”

Oh. He knew you were basic. Great.

“No, I know I’ll never be a cool girl.” You meant for it to sound nonchalant and say it with a shoulder shrug, but you just sounded embarrassed.

He scoffed and frowned, “Don’t be ridiculous, what you drink isn’t what makes you cool. You think you can’t be a badass unless you shoot whiskey?” You shrugged one shoulder.

“Y/N, first of all, you’re one of the most interesting people I know. Sure, some of your hobbies are a little obscure, a little quiet, but the way you talk about them makes them sound really fascinating. You do things like cross-stitch memes, go to viewings of indie horror movies, and go on hikes trying to dig up reptiles. You actually make me want to do those things based on how excitedly you talk about them.” Your cheeks burned. When had you talked to Mike Dodds about your herping excursions??

He started pouring a few different liquors and what looked like ginger beer into the martini shaker and added ice. “Don’t ever worry about if someone thinks you’re cool or not because you’re already too badass for them.”

You ducked your head down, you couldn’t stop smiling. You hadn’t meant to fish for compliments, but he had never told you more than “Great work, Detective” before.

“Besides,” he nudged your hip with his, “do you think anyone else in this entire city could make a cat sweater look sexy?”

You both locked eyes and held the gaze as he handed you a cup. You held the look as you took your first sip, but closed your eyes as the fizzy drink hit your tongue. You moaned without meaning to.

“What is this, Mike?” You hadn’t meant to use his first name, you never had before. You always stuck to Sergeant or Dodds, reminding yourself of that boundary every day.

“Something special that I’ll make for you any time you want.”

As the night went on, Mike made you a few more drinks and drank several himself. None of the squad won the ugly Christmas sweater contest, but your whole squad laughed together as one of the crime scene techs in a reindeer onesie did a strip tease down to Santa boxers and suspenders towards the end of the night. The crowd slowly dispersed after that, but there still remained a few pockets of people in the room.

You and Mike spent most of the night talking and laughing off to the side, not meaning to seclude yourselves, but you needed to know more about Mike outside of work. He told you about working at Lucky’s when he got home from the Army and how that hadn’t aligned with his dad’s plans.

You tilted your head to the side, “So why give up? Why can’t you still have that dream?”

Mike gave you a bewildered look. “I’m pretty set on the momentum of the path I’m on now. It feels a little out of my hands at this point.”

You moved closer, “I understand that, but why not have this as another goal? Surely one day you’ll want to slow down, think about retiring. Why not have a bar then?” Had he seriously not thought of this?

He furrowed his brows and looked at you hard. “I hadn’t really thought of that as an option.”

“It’s just a thought,” you said lightly, as much as you wanted him to open up to you, you didn’t want him to think on past disappointments on a night where he was meant to be carefree. Not when he was laughing and smiling with you.

“It’s a great thought, Y/N,” he almost whispered your name. He smiled, “that’s why I need you, to point out what should be obvious to me.”

Your cheeks hurt from how much you had been smiling all night. He always knew the right thing to say, despite you never knowing what to say back.

“Well,” he started again, but stepping much closer to you. So close you had to crane your neck up to look into his eyes, “that’s one of many reasons I need you, and I guess there are some obvious things I need to point out to you.”

“Like what?”

He reached out and ran his fingers over yours until you opened your hand to clasp his. “Like how much I care about you and want to get to know you more. How I’ve been trying to talk myself out of it for months because of all the reasons I shouldn’t instead of any of the reasons I should. ”

You felt like all the air had escaped the room, you couldn’t take a deep enough breath. “What reasons, Mike?”

He shook his head slightly, “That maybe I deserve to be happy. And I’m happiest when I’m at work, but mostly because I’m working with you. I never really thought about being happy before, but I’m getting more and more clarity on what that means since joining SVU. Clarity on why it’s so important to have happiness in your life, when the world can be so ugly. I want to be happy and not close myself off from what could be my biggest source of happiness.”

Your voice was shaking when you said, “I want you to be happy, too, Mike. More than anything!”

He smiled and pulled you closer, reached down to brush his lips across your forehead. There weren’t many people left at the party, but how could you even care when Mike was spilling his heart out to you. About you. For you.

He let go of your hand, “I’m sorry, I know I’ve sprung a lot on you unbidden. I’d blame it on the drinks, but it’s not that, I just didn’t want to keep it to myself anymore. I know it’s not fair of me and puts you in an awkward place.”

You grabbed his hand back and laughed lightly. “I don’t feel awkward at all. I feel more comfortable around you now than I ever have.”

He raised his eyebrow. You blushed, “I’m always worried I’m going to say or do the wrong thing. Say too much or stare too much.”

“You could never say the wrong thing, Y/N.”

You started laughing and after a moment he did too, everyone knew you had a knack for saying the wrong thing. “Alright, maybe you could say the wrong thing, but never anything that could make me think any less of you. And I really like it when I catch you staring.”

You dropped his hand to cover your face with both of your hands. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and chuckled, and you both started walking towards the exit to grab your coats. “I could teach you to stare more sneakily, but I’d rather be selfish and catch you staring at me.”

He lifted your chin up with one finger, “would you like to go get a drink with me? Talk more? I’m not ready to say goodnight.”

“I’m not ready to say goodnight either. Tonight has been too perfect, but I don’t think anywhere could serve a drink as good as what you made me.”

He helped you into your coat and cleared his throat. “I really do mean it when I say I just want to talk more, but would you like to come back to my place?

You could swear you stopped breathing. “I’d love that, I want you to tell me everything about you.”

He wrapped his arm tightly around your waist as you headed towards the elevator together. “I’ll tell you everything there is if you promise to show me all of your favorite things.”

When you walked outside, a light dusting of snow had started to fall. You lifted your face to feel the snowflakes against your flushed skin and felt him watching you. You caught his eye and didn’t think you would ever stop smiling.

#mike dodds #mike dodds x you #mike dodds x reader #law and order svu fanfic #mike dodds fluff #law and order svu fanfiction #mike dodds one shot

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years

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Fanfic asks (randomized)

❤️‍🔥🏔👽🏳️‍🌈🪡

Fav ship:

Mystrade and Bangan, they just flow for me and I think I have a secret grumpy x sunshine love that I havent identified until this moment 🤣

Hardest fic to write:

Divorce Papers (Bangan) I has to really work on the intricacies of marriage, divorce, being true to yourself, and being torn between duty and love. It was a really delicate balance to get it right.

Oh and a Coffee shop AU with Bangan because I could not get the language right or decide what happens.

Strangest Fic:

So potentially two or three, one was a Mystrade Historical prompt - apparently I am not a fan of that AU but I had to give it a try.

Mike Dodds x post grad reader and Sonny seeing bruises because the reader tried bondage with their partner. This was before I realised that those in depth asks were way too complicated to write and also they are always weirdly specific

On ship couples I think I have about an equal balance of m/m and m/f

The scene I have worked the most on is probably the stupid Bangan Coffeeshop AU. Like it had so many redrafts it was insane

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Sparring

A/N: This is a fic that’s been on the back burner forever--I wrote it before, hated it, and deleted it. But finally, it’s here. It’s a Mike x reader fic, and covers the Sparring square in @adarafaelbarba birthday bingo!

Tags: rough p in v sex, no talks beforehand on condom use (talk to your partners, friends)

Words: 1117

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“Come on, Dodds—I know you have more left in the tank,” you said, ignoring your own sweat and sore muscles.

You and Mike had been sparring buddies for as long as you could remember; you both pushed each other to do better, go harder, and today was no different. He had texted you for an emergency session after a rough day at work. When you found him already at the gym, pacing around with sweat already coating his skin, you knew it was bad.

Sure enough, the first bout of fighting had him throwing harder punches than normal. But he was also sloppier, and you were able to get hits on him that he normally blocked. You both were there for hours, and the gym eventually closed—you had a spare key, since the owner was a close friend and didn’t mind you there.

“I can feel the energy still in me,” Mike grunted, “I just can’t access it. I—I want to run, to punch and scream, but my body isn’t responding how I want it to.”

You straightened out of your defensive stance. “Maybe you should hit the showers, then. Your body is obviously too tired, even if your mind is racing.”

“No, I need this, want this. I just—I need to stop the voices in my head—come on, one more round—”

“Michael,” you said softly. “Sparring until your body collapses won’t help your mental health. What you need is a mental exercise, not a physical one.”

He scoffed, settling into his stance. “One more. Please.”

“It’s not healthy for you—”

“Just the one.”

“Mike, come on—hit the showers,” you tried again, but he didn’t relax his body. He took a step towards you, then another, and you had to block when he swung at you. You sighed angrily; fine, if he didn’t want to stop, you’d make him stop.

It took only three moves before you had him flat on his back, your hands pinning his by his head. You were straddling his massive frame, both of you breathing hard.

“Enough, Mike,” you said down to him. “You need to stop.”

He let out a frustrated growl, baring his teeth up at you. The sight should’ve either terrified or annoyed you, but it did neither. In fact, you felt a wave of arousal course through you. Mike’s big, strong body was pinned underneath you, his skin slick from a sheen of sweat. You could feel his muscles against your inner thighs, moving underneath his skin as he shifted.

Something must’ve shown in your expression, because you could feel something grow, poking you in the lower back. You shifted down until you were straddling his waist, then grinded down on his erection. Mike let out a hiss through his teeth, and all rational thought left your brain.

You leaned down to kiss him hungrily, letting go of his wrists to clutch at his shoulders. Once freed, he gripped you, rolling you over onto your back, his weight settling on top of you. One hand grabbed your workout shorts and ripped them down your legs before flinging them somewhere behind him.

You were too lost in the greedy kisses to notice when he pulled his own shorts down. At least, until he moved your panties to the side and pushed inside you, his considerable size stretching your unprepped walls. You hissed in pain that quickly turned to pleasure as he shallowly thrusted until he was in to the hilt.

Once you settled around him, whimpering and bucking your hips for more, he started to move. It was rough, animalistic as he fucked you, all the pent-up rage and stress from his day being taken out on you.

You moaned loudly as he pounded you, the back of your arms and butt being scrapped raw on the rough mat. As if sensing your discomfort, Mike wrapped his arms around you, lifting you from the mat and cradling you tightly to his chest. You reached up to scratch at his back, and he moved faster, harder, making you gasp.

Eventually, you wedged a hand between your bodies, rubbing at your clit. Your legs started to tremble, and he moved impossibly faster, desperate for his own release. The pressure built inside your belly until you were crying out Mike’s name, body tensing in his hold.

He continued using your body for his own needs, his hips slamming against yours almost painfully. Once his hips started to falter, he leaned down, biting your shoulder hard enough to bruise. You gasped and he let out a muffled groan, his hot release coating your insides. He continued to move, thrusting his seed in deeper until he began to soften.

You both laid there for a while, trying to regain control of yourselves. Finally, Mike pulled off you, and you whimpered at the emptiness as he slipped out of you. He was blushing, avoiding eye contact as he pulled his shorts back up. You sat up, and he held a hand out to you, and you took it. He lifted you easily to your feet, and you swayed on jelly legs.

“I—I’m sorry—I don’t know—sorry,” he mumbled, still not looking at you.

You smiled sheepishly, readjusting your underwear. “Hey, I wasn’t exactly saying no,” you replied. In fact, you wanted him again—he had felt so good inside of you, his body crushing you to the mat.

“We—I should’ve asked first…. And then I didn’t use a condom, and…. I’ll buy the Plan B, if you want. But I’m also clean—I got checked after my last partner—”

“Mike,” you said, stopping his rambling. You placed one hand on his shoulder, the other cupping his cheek. “I didn’t say no—in fact, I liked it. A lot. And if it makes you feel better, I’m clean, too, and I have an IUD. No damage done.”

His eyes flickered to the ceiling. “Except to our friendship.”

Your shoulders slumped slightly. “I’m willing to just stay friends if you wanted…. Or we can try for something…more?”

He looked at you then, eyes scanning your face. “Are you sure?” he breathed. “About something more?”

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Mike—I just never thought that you’d go for me—” You were cut off when he kissed you deeply, tongue in your mouth. You froze for the briefest moment before melting against him, kissing him back just as fiercely.

“Shower?” he whispered against your lips.

You snuck another kiss, smiling softly. “Let me grab my shorts first, wherever you threw them.” He chuckled, pulling you to the edge of the ring with him.

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anonymous asked: ♡: Accidentally falling asleep together w/Mike Dodds please o:

I hope you like this, I tried to be gender neutral, let me know what you think please!

You’re getting death threats and Mike won’t let you go home alone.

Warnings:Food mention. And sweet fluffy-ness.

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When you started at SVU, you knew it wasn’t going to be a cake walk. You were fine with that, because you were helping people. The long hours and sleepless nights were manageable as long as at the end of the day you helped someone. But here recently you’d been getting death threats over a case involving a local celebrity. You didn’t put much stock in them, just overzealous fans, but your partner was worried.

Mike tried to make you take a protection detail. You declined. He tried to get you to stay somewhere else. You declined. In fact, when he was driving you home after the second letter delivered to your desk, you got in a screaming match. He insisted you needed to take it seriously, you thought he didn’t trust you to take care of yourself. You agreed to let him stay the night if he would just stop arguing with you, he was your best friend and you hated fighting.

After eating some warmed up leftovers, and playfully bickering about the case, you convinced him to sit on the sofa and watch a movie with you. Watching a movie turned into talking, the two of you could talk for hours about any and everything. You talked about your dreams and childhoods, about how you both were going to be in electric wheelchairs chasing the bad guys down at eighty. Eventually you both dozed off.

You woke up first and had to stop yourself from moving. At some point in the night Mike had thrown a blanket over you, wrapped one around himself, and fallen half on top of you. It was in this moment you realized you might possible very much so have feelings for Mike that extended beyond just coworkers and best friends. All you could think about was waking up to him every single day for the rest of forever. Now where the hell had that thought come from?

As hard as you tried not to wake Mike, he eventually woke up anyway. He was absolutely flustered, sitting straight up and not looking you in the eye. He had to sit there and blink himself awake, trying to remember where he was and why. He even yawned cute, his hair messed up and lines on his face. Yup, you’d fallen for him. Fuck.

“I uh didn’t mean to fall asleep on you…literally,” Mike chuckled and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Would you be weirded out if I said I liked waking up to your head on my chest,” you blushed and looked out the window so you didn’t see his reaction.

“Would you be weirded out if I said I want to wake up like that again? Or with you on my chest,” he yawned but you heard the sincerity in his voice under it.

“Are you saying you like me Michael Dodds,” you tuned back to him and squinted your eyes.

“Yes,” now he was blushing, “I realized it when we were fighting about your safety and all I wanted was for you to be safe. I was scared of losing you, and I knew I was being irrational. It was confirmed when I woke up and you were shivering. I snuck around to find blankets and turned the lights off. Fell back asleep watching you sleep.”

“That’s kinda creepy,” you deadpanned and his jaw dropped, “I’m joking! It’s sweet! I realized when I woke up with you on me.”

“You had me scared,” he laughed and reached for his phone, reading it with a frown.

“What’s wrong,” you scrambled to find yours to see if you were being called in.

“Liv sent us the same message,” Mike put his phone down, “You got another threating letter. More specific and mentioned me too. She said we’re off for the weekend and should stick together and hang low.”

“In that case,” you jumped to your feet, “I’ll make us pancakes and then we can go cuddle in my bed and talk more about these feelings.”

“You got eggs and bacon,” Mike stumbled after you and dug through your fridge while you made coffee.

“Bottom drawer,” you called over your shoulder.

“You make pancakes and I’ll make bacon and eggs,” he smiled at you, still half asleep and it warmed your whole heart. You couldn’t contain yourself, you moved in to kiss him slowly, giving him ample time to stop you. Only he didn’t, he put the food down to pull you into his arms tightly and deepened the kiss.

“I have a better idea,” your chest heaved when he pulled away from you, “I go change really quickly and we go to your place so you can have comfy clothes too. Get food on the way there.”

“Sounds perfect,” he pulled you to him for another kiss, “Go change and I’ll clean this up. Make us to go coffees.”

“Thermos are under the sink,” you started to leave and came back to kiss him again.

“Go change so I can thoroughly kiss you in my bed,” he kissed you once more, dipping you for affect, and playfully shoved you towards your room.

“Okay okay, you win,” you practically ran down the hall, excited to see what would happen next with Mike.

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10. Rafael Barba - A Night Together

Warning: Smut

"No one's ever touched me like this, fuck."

"Fuck. You feel amazing."

*Rafael Barba's p.o.v*

Three, gruesome hours later and the jury was finally back with their anticipated decision. Liv, Amaro, Raelyn, and I were sitting and waiting impatiently; Raelyn’s foot was smacking against the floor as she shook her leg, staring longingly at the clock. A faint chime came from the inside of my pants pocket, vibrating against my leg. I removed the phone and looked at it.

“What is it?” Liv asked, Raelyn standing to her feet.

“The jury’s back,” I remarked while taking ahold of my suitcase, leading the three of them out of the small room we were in.

People started crowding back into the courtroom before the jury walked in. As soon as everyone was back in their seat, the judge and jury entered the room. I could almost feel my heart exploding in my chest, worried that I might have lost this one. It was always a little worry in the back of my head despite the confidence that radiated off of me towards the others. The bailiff walked over to one of the jurors, his feet colliding with the tiled floor, then grabbed the slip of paper from her before passing it over to the judge. He opened the slip of paper and turned to the jury.

“Has the jury reached a decision?” He inquired, his wrinkled hands setting the paper down.

“We have, your honor,” the woman stated.

“Then on the charge of rape in the first degree, how do you find?”

“We found the defendant…”

“Guilty!” Amaro sang as the four of us walked into the precinct, catching everyone’s attention, “on all charges.”

After speaking to each other, the detectives decided to pack it up and call it a night. This had been such a hard case; no one wanted to put the young victims through more trauma or do anything that would make them back out of testifying. Part of me hoped that maybe there was something I could do tonight besides go back to the office and work on some paper, but Liv had Noah to get back to and everyone else had plans tonight. Or at least, I thought.

“Raelyn,” Carisi said, “what are you doing tonight?”

“Oh, nothin’ special,” she responded, her southern accent poking through, “probably just go home and watch some stupid television drama while drinkin’ a bottle of wine.”

“Sounds like a night I can get behind at my own house,” Liv laughed, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

Most of everyone had already wished each other a goodnight and were heading out the door. Amaro would be staying here a while longer until his ex-wife brought their daughter, Zara. I was watching Raelyn go through the files on her desk and putting them up in neat stacks, contemplating whether or not to ask her to join me for dinner. Taking a deep breath, I approached her.

“Hey, Raelyn,” I started off, watching her shuffle through the files, “I was thinking since you aren’t doing anything tonight and I’m not doing anything either, maybe the two of us can get some dinner.”

“Oh, that would-”

Raelyn stopped what she was doing and turned to look at me, her eyes slightly widened.

“I’m sorry what?” She questioned, “did I just hear you correctly?”

I smiled and leaned against the corner of her desk feeling a boost of confidence I didn’t know I could feel.

“Well if you heard me asking you to dinner, then you did.”

Now it was Raelyn’s turn to smile, the files now pressed against her chest. Her red hair bounced against her shoulders as she nodded her head. Raelyn told me to give her a moment so she could put away her files and then we’d head out. I stood by her desk and waited for her patiently while she finished her business. When she was done, she grabbed her purse, keys, and coat then followed me to the elevator leading downstairs. I told her about the little Italian restaurant that was just down the block from my office that I took my mother to for Mother’s Day once. Luckily both of us loved Italian food.

The drive to the restaurant was peaceful and relaxing. When we reached the restaurant, we went inside and sat down. It didn’t take long for us to order, and I even bought us a bottle of wine to enjoy with it. Raelyn looked at me.

“I was kind of surprised that you wanted to get dinner with me,” she stated.

“Why’s that?” I asked, taking a small sip of my water.

“You always seem to be busy, always workin’ whether on a new case or some paperwork. Never figured you’d be into hangin’ out.”

The more she talked, the more I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with her. Her accent was what I loved the most about her. I knew Raelyn, she wasn’t the type of girl to throw herself around despite being incredibly beautiful. Most people definitely found her intimidating; she was strong-willed and strong-minded, normally not having a problem saying what she wanted and how she wanted.

I smiled and shrugged, “don’t know. Guess I just felt like getting out today.”

“Well I’m glad you asked me to dinner. I like hangin’ out with ya.”

Throughout dinner, Raelyn and I discussed things like family life, career paths had her father not passed away or her brother, and I found it interesting that she’d have liked to be a teacher. I told Raelyn some things about my mother and my grandmother, then told her what life was like for me when I was a child; the friends I grew up with, how I ended up wanting to become a lawyer.

A few minutes into the conversation and the waiter brought our food; I ordered some lobster ravioli while Raelyn had ordered lasagna. I poured Raelyn a glass of wine and she thanked me.

“Nice place, huh?” I asked, pouring my own glass of wine.

“It’s amazin’,” Raelyn said, her fingers holding her glass delicately, “the food smells great.”

While we ate, we continued our conversation. After finishing our food, I paid, despite Raelyn’s protest, and we headed back out to my car so I could take her home. Raelyn ran her fingers through her long, slightly tangled hair as I pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building. I insisted on walking her up to her apartment and was glad when she didn’t protest. I know that Raelyn can protect herself but I wouldn’t feel right if I had just left her to go up there alone. It wouldn’t be gentlemen-like. Raelyn and I approached her front door, she turned towards me and smiled.

“Thank you for dinner, Rafael,” she said, her shoulder leaning against the white frame.

“Of course, Rae,” I chuckled, “I had a lot of fun.”

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes were staring at the keys that were dangling in her hand, her coat was hanging loosely over her arms.

“Do you want to come inside? You know, maybe for some coffee before you head home.”

“Well I did have wine,” I replied.

She rolled her eyes playfully knowing that I had only drunk a glass or two and that caffeine wouldn’t sober me up if I had been drunk. She unlocked her front door and headed inside with me following behind her. She reached over and flipped the light switch on. A soft glow illuminated the living room. It was a nice place. Raelyn hung her coat up on the coat rack then took mine from me to put it up there as well. While I placed my suitcase down and admired her home, Raelyn went into the kitchen to start a fresh pot of coffee. I could hear the coffeemaker going off just as I walked into the kitchen.

“Alright, coffee is makin’,” she said, turning to face me.

I walked over to her, taking glances at her kitchen, admiring it. When I reached her, I smiled. I was nervous. Raelyn seemed to notice that I was nervous then placed her hand on my shoulder.

“Rafael, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just nervous.”

“Nervous? Why? We spent lots of time together before.”

“I know. But I mean, I didn’t exactly ask you to dinner as a friend. It was kind of a … date.”

Raelyn’s eyes widened a bit. From behind us, the coffeemaker was coming to a stop brewing the dark, warm liquid. She lifted her hand off my shoulder and started grabbing coffee cups.

“I wish you’d told me it was a date,” she giggled, “because then I would have dressed up more nicely rather than wearing my work clothes.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I think you look beautiful.”

Just as she was finishing stirring the coffee, I had moved closer to her, grabbing the cup of coffee from the counter and taking a drink. Our eyes never tore away from each other. Raelyn picked up her cup and we went back to the living room to sit on her couch. The cushions sunk in as we sat together. Raelyn slipped off her shoes and crossed her legs so that she was facing me.

“Thank you again,” she said.

“No need to thank me,” I replied, “I enjoyed it. I was just happy that you agreed to go, it would have been awkward to be turned down.”

A small laugh escaped from both of our mouths. The two of us made small talk while drinking a whole pot of coffee between the two. The clock said that it was almost midnight, normally the time that I was heading to bed as soon as I walked through my front door after work. Raelyn seemed to notice the time too.

“Do you need to head home?” She inquired, swirling the coffee in her cup around.

“I don’t have to head home right now,” I replied, “not if you don’t want me to.”

With each second, the two of us were inching closer and closer. I could smell the shampoo in her hair and the sweet smell of watermelon and lilies from the perfume that she was wearing. She could probably smell the cologne I was wearing too from how close we were. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. A minute passed before we started moving our lips in sync, no one wanted to make a sudden move that might deter the other person away. When I pulled away from Raelyn, the two of us were smiling like crazy.

“That was, uhm, unexpected,” she said, placing her mug on the round coffee table placed in front of us, “but nice.”

I placed my coffee mug down beside hers before placing my hand on the side of her face and kissed her again, this time with much more passion and confidence. Raelyn wrapped her arms around my neck, her nails raking through my short, brown hair. My hands touched her waist then pulled her into my lap, both of us careful not to knock the filled coffee cups over onto her carpet. Her legs were on both sides of my own, straddling me comfortably as our tongues explored each other's mouths, fighting for dominance until I won. When we pulled away again to catch some air, her forehead rested against mine. Our eyes staring longingly into one another's. Her gorgeous, stormy, blue eyes watched my honey, brown orbs.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” I whispered, my hands running up and down her sides, “perfecto.”

I stood up, Raelyn still in my arms, and her legs were wrapped around me, then I carried her to her bedroom. Luckily her bedroom door was open a bit, so I was easily able to open the door with my foot. I placed her down on the neatly made bed and stood between her legs. Raelyn was smiling, her bottom lip once again caught between her teeth.

I moved down, lowering myself onto her smaller form, watching her dainty hands touch my arms then move up to my neck and face. The feeling was amazing, something I haven’t felt in years. I licked my lips just before they pressed against hers. I could feel her hands wrap around my neck, touching the ends of my freshly cut hair. I moved my left hand under her shirt, the feeling of my calloused hands on her smooth skin making me hungrier, my fingers slowly traced her skin before grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it off. Removing my lips from hers, I traced them against the nape of her neck. Her body was tense but it eased with every kiss. Pressing one last kiss to her jawline, I sat up and started removing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. Raelyn had moved to her elbows and was watching me.

As soon as my shirt was unbuttoned and my tie was off, Raelyn’s hands were caressing every inch of my chest with her smooth hands. Her fingers reached the small amount of chest hair glued to my skin and entwined fingers in them. There was a slight pinch. After she took her hands away from me, she moved them behind her back to take off her black bra. Once it was off and sitting on the floor with our shirts, I quickly moved my lips to her perfect, pink nipples. Every lick and bite of her fleshy breast and hardened nipples allowed for a sweet moan to release from her throat. I pulled away, a small drip of saliva stretching between my lips and her breast. Raelyn’s eyes were hazy and full of lust.

“No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck,” her soft voice whimpered.

“I’m just getting started,” I groaned while undoing my pants.

Raelyn didn’t waste any time removing her pants too, revealing her matching black panties. I spotted a few scars on her side and started touching them.

“Happened on one of my undercover jobs back when I worked Narcotics,” she sighed.

I peppered the marks with gentle kisses before looking back at her.

“Sigue siendo hermosa,” I hummed.

Hooking my fingers underneath her panties, I pulled them off and practically drooled at how exposed she looked in front of me. I leaned forward and pressed gentle kisses against her thighs. I kissed both of her legs until I reached her honeypot. It was already dripping even before I attached my lips to it. But as soon as I did, Raelyn’s fingers tangled themselves into my hair, her back arching as soft moans poured from her red, plump lips. My tongue ran over her folds earning more moans coated in her sweet wines. I ran my fingers over her skin, tenderly touching anywhere that seemed to please her.

I slipped my fingers into her folds and groaned as she tightened around me. She was so warm, so wet, so perfect.

“Good girl,” I whispered.

Being praised seemed to turn her on even more. I moved towards her face, keeping a slow and steady pace between her folds with my fingers. I started kissing her, feeling her lips vibrate as she moaned softly. But I had to remove my lips because I wanted to hear her intoxicating voice.

“R-Rafael,” she croaked, “stop teasin’ me already.”

A slow chuckle shook my chest as I slipped my fingers from her core. I slipped on a condom that Raelyn had in her nightstand. Once it was on, I wrapped my right arm around her thin waist and slowly aligned myself with her entrance. Both of us moaned as I pushed in further and further, her wet cunt engulfing my cock desperately.

“Fuck. You feel amazing,” I growled, moving faster and faster with each thrust.

Raelyn’s hands tightened in my hair as I practically started ramming into her. The headboard behind us was hitting the wall with soft thuds echoing in the room. Neither one of us cared if her neighbors heard us.

I pulled Raelyn up so she was sitting on top of me. As one of my hands held her by the small of her back, my other hand moved to the back of her neck and gripped her hair just tight enough to keep her facing me. A thin layer of sweat coated our bodies making us slick. Raelyn was bouncing up and down, holding onto my shoulders tightly, her nails dug into my skin. I welcomed the pinch of her nail, pulling a little harsher on her hair and starting to suck on her neck leaving light reddish-purple marks on her beautiful porcelain skin.

She started moving up and down faster, clinging to me. I leaned over to her ear and groaned.

“How about you bend over the bed for me, mi Amor?”

Raelyn didn’t argue, she just climbed off of me and leaned over the edge of her bed. I moved behind her and slipped right back in, not wasting any time. Her fingers gripped the bedding tightly as she threw her head backwards.

“Shit,” she cried out, “please, faster.”

I did exactly what she wanted, snapping my hips faster and faster. The palms of my hands squeezed her waist as I drilled into her. I could feel her legs shaking and becoming unsteady, so I took one leg and propped it up for her. She regained her balance, and the new position caught my breath in my throat.

“So fucking tight,” I hissed, slamming faster and harder, “God damnit! Fuck Raelyn!”

She was trying to muffle her beautiful moans into her pillow, but I pulled her hair to keep her up. Not too hard, but with enough strength to keep her looking forward while I railed her from behind.

I once again removed myself from inside her tight cunt and watched her return to her back. Digging myself back into her when we were positioned right. Now the headboard was slamming hard against the wall causing the both of us to laugh but not slow down.

Raelyn gripped my shoulders, “feels so good.”

“Oh yeah,” I whispered, my breath shaky, “tell me how good it feels baby girl.”

“Rafael, it feels so good.”

I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, holding it there by her small calves. Peppering soft kisses on the side of her leg as I pumped my cock deeper and deeper into her perfect, sweet little cunt. Her crystal blue eyes rolled to the back of her head and arched her back up again. Sweat from my forehead dripped onto her skin.

“I-I can’t hold on m-much longer,” she gasped.

I leaned down and kissed her hard before pulling away, the sweat on my nose touching the tip of her nose.

“Then don’t. Let it out, Cariño.”

And just like that, her eyes rolled back, her body started shaking viciously, and her hands pulled me closer to her face. She practically screamed as she came all over my dick, her legs trembling as I helped her ride out her high. Just as she was coming down from her high, my own high started to appear. Each thrust got sloppier and sloppier as I stared into her tired eyes, nonetheless, her hips moved to meet with my own.

“Fuck,” I hissed as I filled the condom I was wearing with my seed, “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Our breaths were heavy as I stayed on top of her. Her breasts were touching my chest each time she and I took a deep breath and let it out. I admired all of the beautiful, purple marks on her perfect, white skin. When we finished catching our breath, I pulled myself off of her and removed the condom I was wearing. After tossing it in the garbage, I laid back down. Raelyn turned to her side to face me, I did the same, and her soft, swollen lips stretched into a tired smile. We pulled the comforter over us and I pulled her closer to me.

Raelyn rested her pretty, redhead on my chest and sighed.

“That was definitely fun,” she giggled.

“I’m glad sweetheart,” I chuckled.

Within minutes, the two of us fell asleep in each other’s arms. The smell of sex dripping throughout the room.

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