#mike dodds undercover

[bullet-prooflove]

Mike Dodds - NSFW Alphabet

Aftercare

Mike likes to stay in the moment during the aftermath of love making. You can feel his smile against your skin, his fingers threading through your hair drawing you back to his mouth. You stay locked together for the longest time, hands smoothing over each other’s sensitive skin as you share soft, lazy kisses.

Body part

Mike’s favourite body part on himself is his arms. He spends a lot of time in the boxing gym and he has the physique and the skill set to prove it. He’s proud of his accomplishments and enjoys the way it shows on his body. He loves the way you run your fingers over the tattoo on his bicep when you’re in bed together.

He adores your mouth. The way you smile, the way you bite your lower lip when your concentrating and of course, all the other naughty things you do with it. He loved seeing your lips wrapped around him, his fingers tangled in your hair as you tease him mercilessly with your tongue.

Cum

Mike loves using his mouth to make you cum. He loves licking up your cum after making you climax, he loves the noises you make as he uses his tongue on your already sensitive clit. He loves the taste of you on his lips as he grabs your ass, drawing you back to his mouth before he starts all over again.

Dirty Secret

Mike loves it when you take control. He has spent so much time being in charge and telling other people what to do, that it can be hard to strip away the shackles of responsibility. You get that and in your personal lives you help to relieve the pressure and stress with the use of things like cuffs, blindfolds and a riding crop.

Experience

Mike has been with several other woman over the course of his life, most of his most recent conquests before you had been casual. He simply didn’t want to make the time for a relationship in his life, however things changed when he met you.

Favourite Position

Mike loves the intimacy of face to face positions. His favourite is where you sit on his knees, thighs either side of his. He loves the feel of your chest against his as he looks into your eyes, the two of you rocking together.

Goofy

Mike can be goofy as hell, in fact that was one of the reasons you fell in love with him. After a few tough shifts the two of you had ended up in the same bar and the impregnatable Sergeant had finally let his walls down. It was the first time you had seen something other than the uptight persona he usually portrayed.

These days the two of you spent most of your personal time laughing.

Hair

Mike likes to keep things neat and tidy down there.

Intimacy

Mike craves intimacy. All his life he has been at the service of other people and he needs to feel that there is more for him. You ensure them that there is with every single touch you bestow upon him.

In work its nothing more than a comforting squeeze of the shoulder or a light brush of his fingertips. At home it’s so much more, you cradle his face between your hands, press your lips to the corner of his mouth, you hold onto him as if your life depends on it.

Jack Off

There are times when the two of you are apart for weeks due to shift patterns, conferences or undercover assignments. Mike loves to hear your voice on the phone. When you are able to slip away and call him, he jerks off slowly as you tell him exactly what you wish the two of you were doing.

Kink

Bondage. Mike loves being tied up and blindfolded, he loves the sensation of having his control stripped away from him piece by piece. He also likes it when you use a riding crop to touch and tease him.

Location

The shower. Mike loves caressing your entire body with his hands, he likes to tease you underneath the soapy hot water until you’re begging him to fuck you.

Motivation

When it comes to you Mike is motivated purely by his emotions. He has never felt as fiercely about someone before and everything he does is to make sure you know how much he cares.

NO

Pegging. Mike is open to a lot of things, but pegging isn’t something that turns him on.

Oral

He loves being on his knees in front of you, fisting your panties so they’re taunt against you before his tongue lavishes your clit through the material. He gets off on you sitting on his face, grinding down onto his tongue as his firm hands hold you in place.

Pace

Mike likes to take his time with you and in turn enjoys it when you take your time with him.

Quickie

Sometimes your schedules can be hectic so snatching a quick few minutes with you will have to do. However, Mike pours as much of his heart and soul as possible into each and every one of these encounters.

Risks

Mike isn’t really a risk taker when it comes to sex. He’s willing to try new things but he’s adverse to anything that will damage your reputations if the two of you get caught such as having sex in public.

Stamina

Mike has the determination and the stamina to go on for as long as you need. Bringing you pleasure is what gets him off.

Toys

Mike is open to toys so long as you both get something out of it. He loves using a wand or a vibe on your clit, edging you until you’re desperate for him. He’s not a fan of dildos, he knows you prefer the real deal. Restraints, blindfolds and a riding crop in your hands are his toys of preference.

Unfair

Mike is all about fairness, your relationship is a complete partnership.

Volume

Mike is vocal during sex but not loud. He likes to ask what you want, to tell you what he’s planning to do to you and to tell you exactly what you’re doing to him.

Wild Card (How has he changed in bed?)

Mike has never told anyone about his more submissive tendencies, he has never trusted anyone enough to explore those desires until he met you. In the beginning he was always the more dominant one in bed, now it’s more of a partnership. You both give as much as you take.

X-Ray (What’s going on in those pants?)

Mike has girth, he’s a thicker than average and just a tiny bit smaller but trust me you love the girth.

Yearning

When you’re away from home, Mike yearns for you more than anything. He sends you filthy texts about all the things the two of you would be doing when you make it home.

Zzz

Mike doesn’t sleep well when you’re not in the bed. He tosses and turns, burying his face in your pillow. When you are in bed together, he’s the one that sleeps with his back to the door, his body curled around you, holding you close and breathing you in.

[adarafaelbarba]

Doesn't matter how long it's been I know you'll always jump in - Mike Dodds

a/n: Changed it up a bit 😅

You had to use both hands and all the strength you could muster to push Mike away from the perp. Something was different about him. Ever since he'd come back from four years in witness protection or undercover or wherever he said he'd been, he was different. And you weren't sure if you liked this version of him. "Dodds! Enough!" You shouted, finally gaining eye contact with him. "What?!" "This isn't like you. This isn't the Mike Dodds I knew back then." He scoffed at that, "Maybe so, but at least you'll still jump in, no matter how long it's been since last time, always saving the day––and the perp." You glared at him at that, then without looking away, you told the officers arriving at the scene as backup to take the guy away. "You and I are gonna have a long fucking talk, Michael!"

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Uncoordinated

Mike Dodds x f!reader Marks the “Date Gone Wrong” square on thatesqcrush​ ‘s Vday Bingo! Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of smut. Language. ​

Chicago P.D’s Intelligence Unit had begun working alongside Manhattan’s SVU nearly a year ago, while you had stayed behind the first trip, once Greg Yates had kidnapped Nadia you were on the next plane out with Erin and Jay. It was on that trip that you met their Sergeant Mike Dodds, and honestly, you were both pretty smitten instantly. You found yourselves partnered up throughout the investigation, and you not only worked together seamlessly but got along splendidly (and flirted mercilessly). Olivia half joked that she had an open spot on the team, but the instant Hank shot her daggers she knew you weren’t about to leave Intelligence.

As things would have it, your branch of Intelligence had you working along other ops in other cities pretty regularly, some of them undercover, and some just specializing within other squads. It just so happened that you weren’t returning to Chicago with your team, but rather staying in New York for another at least month for work.

You obviously brought this up to Mike and you were quick to agree that for the time being, why not have some fun? See where things went and cross the detail bridge when you came to it. Your relationship started out wonderfully, Mike woo’d you with the most romantic dates while taking you to see the sights of the city. He was sweet, devoting, caring and incredibly attractive, and most importantly, he loved you. It was on an evening date, miraculously neither of you were called into work, you were strolling across the Brooklyn Bridge arm in arm, Mike paused to wrap his arms around you while you watched the river for a moment. He ducked his head kissing your shoulder softly before he made his admission, you spun in his arms with a wild smile on your face, kissing him while murmuring a soft ‘I love you too’ against his lips.

It only took a day after that for you to end up at his Father’s Brownstone for dinner, meeting the rest of the Dodd’s clan. William took a shining to you nearly as fast as Mike had, mentioning that he’d heard nothing but good things about you from Olivia, and that he admired the work your unit did. There was a little lecture about making sure you obeyed the rules and stayed safe since Intelligence was…intense…to say the least, but nonetheless it was a perfect evening followed by an even more perfect night with Mike.

Coming up to the end of your operation you talked things through, you knew long distance could be a bitch, but you were willing to put up with it because you were fucking madly in love with each other. Your squads already worked together here and there on multiple cases, your career kept you travelling all around the States, and Mike had the seniority needed to take time off to come to Chicago. You settled the major holidays right away, Mike would fly to Chicago for the 4th of July (there was special celebrations he wanted to check out), you’d join him and the family in New York for Christmas through New Years, he’d fly out to you for your birthday, and you’d fly back to him for your anniversary the next year. It seemed simpler on paper than it would be, that was for sure, but you knew you could make it work.

It helped that Mike was only an hour ahead of you time zone wise, you knew that when you called him after dinner, chances were he was home and able to talk. You kept in touch through face times and phone calls, there was more than one occasion when a late night phone call turned racy, and you weren’t complaining about that.

February rolled around and while Valentines Day didn’t really matter to you, and you’d seen Mike less than a month ago, you were about to go into an undercover op and wanted to get a chance to see him before you went dark. You mentioned the holiday in one of your phone calls and he said that it was good you were in Chicago since he was stuck working. Olivia wanted to spend the day with Noah, Amanda and Carisi had finally hooked up and Amaro’s wife was back in town. It was a boys club of him and Fin holding down the fort. You pretended to be sad about it, but booked your plane ticket, a nice little surprise trip to the coast would be good for both of you.

*

You knew your way around New York, and were more than welcomed at the 16th precinct, easily making your way into the elevator. You’d decided on a pink cocktail dress, a nice pair of heels and loose hair. A small gift bag had Mike’s favourite treats from Chicago in it, and you had the plan to order his favourite take out for dinner to share. It was late enough that the place was basically deserted, you figured Fin was in the bunk room, and you knew Mike often worked from Olivia’s office when he was acting commander.

“Surprise…” you smiled, knocking on the door lightly as you pushed it open. You stumbled suddenly as you froze, “Lieutenant..?”  She glanced up, she was half doing paperwork half occupying a baby who you assumed was Noah.

“Y/N, what’re you doing here?”

“I-uh…Mike…said he was covering for you tonight. I flew out to surprise him for Valentines Day.” A sense of nervousness began to rattle through your chest, “is he out in the field?”

“He asked for the weekend off.” She replied.

“I-what?” Your voice suddenly shook, you knew long distance came with struggles, but the thought of Mike out with another woman on Valentines Day nonetheless rattled you to your core. You never thought he was the type, “why would he lie to me about it?” Olivia could see the worry on your face, a small shimmer of tears making their way into your eyes.

“Honey! No…no no, trust me it’s not what you think.”

“Huh?” You’d been so caught up in your thoughts you half forgot where you were.

“Call him.” Olivia smiled, turning her attention back to Noah when you pulled your phone out. It only took a few rings before Mike picked up, you could nearly hear the smile in his voice.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“Hey…how’s work?” You half glanced in Liv’s direction.

“Dreadful.” He replied and your brows furrowed, “I’m trapped in a monster pile of paperwork Lieu left for me. I’d much rather be having dinner with you.”

“Really?” You cocked a brow despite him not being able to see you, “cause I happen to be standing in your Lieutenant’s office and unless you’ve transformed into a baby version of yourself you’re nowhere to be seen.” Olivia laughed at your half stab of a joke.

“What? You’re…in New York?”

“Yeah.” You huffed, “where are you?” Mike let out a heavy sigh as he ran his hand over his face.

“In a cab that just left O’hare.”

“You’re in Chicago?!”

“Yeah sweetheart.” He chuckled lightly, “I wanted to come surprise you before you do that UC op, figured Valentines Day made the most sense.”

“Talk about a failed date.” You laughed.

“Can’t say we both didn’t try.” He smiled, his words pulling a soft smile from you, you could hear him talking to the cabbie briefly.

“Why don’t you head to my apartment, make yourself at home? I’ll try to catch a flight that’ll get me home before midnight.”

“You sure? I could come to you?”

“No!” He half laughed, “don’t go anywhere near an airport, we don’t need this mix-up happening again.”

“Okay.” You smiled, “I’ll keep the couch warm for ya.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hanging up the phone you turned back to Benson with a somewhat sheepish grin on your face.

“That man loves you more than you could ever imagine.” She smiled.

“I got a very lucky catch.” You sighed softly, “I will get out of your hair, sorry for the intrusion.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiled, giving you a small wave as you left the office.

*

As Mike had suggested, you made yourself right at home, curling up on the couch in a pair of leggings and one of his very oversized NYPD sweatshirts. You were incredibly happy that it was only a few hours later when you heard his key in the lock, bounding toward the door as he entered.

“Hi baby!” He laughed at the way you jumped onto him, wrapping yourself around him. He half carried you into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him as you peppered his face with kisses. Once he set you down he cupped your cheek with his free hand.

“Hey sweetheart.” His lips met yours softly and you melted into him at the warmth. “Got you somethin’ on the way home.” He lifted up the bouquet of roses.

“Mikey…you didn’t have to.”

“Mm, but I wanted to.” He kissed the side of your head gently, “happy Valentines Day.”

“Thank you.” You pecked him quickly, returning the sentiment while you moved to put the flowers in some water. “The bag on the island is for you.” He picked through it, giving you a kiss of thank you as you buried yourself in his arms.

“Did you eat?”

“I raided your snack cupboard, but I wanted to wait for you.”

“How do you feel about La Vela?”

“Mmm! Yes! That was the best cannelloni I’ve ever had.” Mike chuckled, keeping an arm wrapped around you while the other one picked up his phone to make the order. He smiled at the warmth of you in his embrace again, it may have only been a month and a half, but in the middle of winter, he missed you next to him. He dropped a kiss onto the top of your head as he finished the call, smiling down at you.

“NYPD looks good on you.” He teased, commenting on the stolen sweater.

“O-ho..” you chuckled, “don’t get any ideas. You know I like my big guns and special ops.”

“I’m not suggesting you leave Intelligence sweetheart, I’m just sayin’.”  You popped up on your toes to kiss him quickly,

“I know.”

You indulged in some fancy red wine while you waited for dinner, fully enjoying the spread that Mike had ordered for you. You curled up in his lap on the couch afterwards, resting your head against his shoulder while you watched a few specials on t.v. Turning your head you laid a kiss on his neck, remembering something he’d said over dinner.

“You said that transfer got approved?”

“Yeah.” He kissed your hair.

“Anti terroism task force like your Dad wanted?”

“No..homicide.”

“Boring.” You teased, “still in Manhattan?”

“Chicago actually.” He said it so casually you almost misssed it, suddenly scrambling in his lap so spastic you almost kneed yourself in the face.

“What?!” This time when he turned to you he had a near shit eating grin on his face.

“That’s why I wanted to come surprise you, I wanted to tell you in person.”

“You’re moving to Chicago?” Your eyes filled with happy tears this time.

“Yeah.” He kissed you gently, “it’ll be a big change, but if it means I get to be with you full time, it’s more than worth it.”

“Mike….have I told you how much I love you?”

“I love you more sweetheart.” Gently caressing your face he kissed you again, the adoration flowing from him straight to the pit of your heart.

“No more long distance?” You murmured.

“No more long distance.” He smiled, happily meeting your lips for another kiss, he had to make up for lost time after all.

[barsonaddict]

Mike!! Is!! Alive!!

[roseinutopia]

NYPD Sergeant Michael Dodds Aesthetic

[navalcriminalimagines]

Hi!! It's me again 🤭❤️ May I request for fluff #18 "I wish we could live together already." with Mike Dodds. I need some fluff content for Mike 😩🥺

Mike Dodds x Reader. Mike deserves the world. ❤️

TW: Mention of a rape case.

Undercover

When his father offered him to join Manhattan’s SVU, Mike Dodds wasn’t a fan of that idea for two reasons: he knew how hard it was to work at this Unit, and being assigned to the team, because he’s the Chief’s son, that’s not great. But William Dodds wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, so Mike caved in and joined SVU, eight months ago.

And to his surprise, he was so glad he did. Quickly, he became best friends with Sonny Carisi, but most importantly, he met you. He never believed in love at first sight or any of that crap, but he should’ve. Cause it’s true. It exists and you were the proof.

Two months after he started, you and he went on your first date. Mike has been on cloud nine ever since and hopefully, you were too.

As this job is extremely hard, mentally, you were Mike’s escape and he was yours. You made a pact; no shop talk at home. So, when you two meet after work, you completely forget about your day, your case, your week. You talk about anything and everything. The most amazing part is that you and Mike always have something to talk about, but sometimes, you stay silent with each other and there’s no awkwardness. You just enjoy each other’s presence.

Is this what heaven looks like? Is this the perfect relationship?

Mike is deeply in love and already knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. But it’s just been six months, he doesn’t want to scare you away.

As you two were on date night, you unfortunately got a call at work. A woman had been raped in front of her boyfriend, as he was attached to a chair.

During the following week, there was absolutely no progress. No evidence, nothing. The whole team was frustrated, and when you thought it couldn’t get any worse; a new case came in. Same M.O. Same area.

Except for the fact that the couples lived close to one another, there was only one common point between them: the weekend before the attack, they went to the same club. The rapist must have followed them to their houses and took a week to prepare the attacks.

It made sense to Sonny Carisi. “Two of us should go undercover. If he sticks to his M.O, all we have to do is to go to the club, rent an apartment in the area for a week and the following Saturday, we catch him.”

It was the only way. That was how you and Mike got to live together. Even if it was undercover and that there were cameras in the living room and bedroom, and that you had to be careful - nobody knew about you two yet - it was something.

On Saturday, you went to the club the couples went to. “Act like a real couple. Make out if you have to.” Liv told you. If she only knew.

It was no trouble for you and Mike. You were naturals. Besides the fact that Liv and Amanda were talking in your ears - Sonny and Fin were inside too - it felt like you and Mike were just having a night out. He enjoyed softly kissing your neck, rubbing your naked thighs with his fingertips. At some point, his hand got really close to your wet center, you almost forgot why you were here.

“Damn Dodds, what are you doing to L/N?” you heard Fin in your ear piece and immediately jolted.

He couldn’t say things in your ears because of the mics, so he grabbed a napkin and a pen to write something. “So wet for me already. Can’t wait to go home.” He dragged the napkin to you and you almost, feeling yourself getting even wetter at the thought of what would happen later.

“Kitchen or bathroom?” he asked as you got into the apartment.

“What?”

“Only rooms where there aren’t any cameras. And choose fast cause it’s killing me not to kiss you right now.”

You didn’t answer, just grabbed his hand and took him to the kitchen. Luckily there are no mics installed in the apartment, so you could be as loud as you wanted. And you were. Both of you.

During the day, you and Mike had check ups with the team. You took a laptop to work for the apartment, since you couldn’t go to the precinct, in case the perp was still following you or Mike.

On the third day, you and Mike had completely forgotten about the camera in the bedroom. You were laying on the bed, a book in hand when Mike joined you under the covers. He forced his way under your arm like a puppy in need of petting. You chuckled and kissed his freshly washed hair.

“Want me to read to you?” he asked.

Mike never enjoyed reading. Whenever he had to read a book for class, it was torture. He still doesn’t like reading but he does love reading to you. You handed him your book - a gift from him - and changed positions. He laid on his back and you curled up against him, your head resting on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as he read.

When he stopped reading to turn a page, you took a look at him and softly kissed his lips. “I wish we could live together already.” You said and immediately hid your face in his neck. “Gosh, I’m sorry. We’ve only been--”

“I want that too.” He cut you off, threw the book away in order to grab your chin. He made you look in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” he whispered, before kissing you.

“I love you too, Mike.” You rested your forehead against his. “But if you throw one of my books ever again, I’m breaking up with you.”

“Oh, crap!”

He spent the following five minutes looking for the page you were on. Damn you and your +800 pages books.

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Different Stuff Master list

*smut*

Main Masterlist

*Blue Eyed Stallion* Sonny Carisi x reader

Slipped Disk Mike Dodds x reader

*Dirty White Jeans* Sonny Carisi x reader

*3’s a Charm* Carisi x Barba x reader

*3’s a Charm-Again* Carisi x Barba x reader

Mi flor Nick Amaro x reader

*3rd Time* Sonny Carisi x reader

*Hang in there Guapo* Nick Amaro x reader

A Grade Student Nick amaro x daughter!reader

*Pink Polka Dots* Sonny Carisi x reader

*Best Women* Nick Amaro x reader

Your bedroom floor Nick Amaro x reader

*Red Scarf* Sonny Carisi x reader

*Skin on Skin* Nick Amaro x reader

Movie and a Fight Nick Amaro x reader

* Catastrophe* Sonny Carisi x reader

*Cherry Pie* Sonny Carisi x reader

Almost Kiss Sonny Carisi x reader

Another way Sonny Carisi x reader

*Reminder* Amaro x Carisi x reader

*Zia* Sonny Carisi x reader

*Crash and Burn* Sonny Carisi x reader

*Summer Rain* Nick Amaro x reader

*Nice Night* Nick Amaro x reader

*Failed* Nick Amaro x reader

Dance Dirty Nick Amaro x reader

Grand flirtation Sonny Carisi x reader

*Grand reward* Sonny Carisi x reader

*Grand failure* Sonny Carisi x reader

*Brick Wall* Nick Amaro x reader

Pizza and Pasta Nick Amaro x reader

*Unloveable* Nick Amaro x reader

Where is he Nick Amaro x reader

Guapo Undercover Nick Amaro x reader

Flash Dance Amaro x Carisi x reader

*Beach house* Nick Amaro x reader

*Internet Connection* Sonny Carisi x reader

*Don't stop* Sonny Carisi x reader x Kat Tamin

*Hero* Sonny Carisi x reader

Personal Leave Nick Amaro x reader

White Towel Nick Amaro x reader

*Brat* Nick Amaro x reader

*Job husband* Nick Amaro x reader

*Room mate* Nick Amaro x reader

Here for you Nick Amaro x reader

Trust Fund Nick Amaro x reader

Pillow Tears Nick Amaro x reader

You remembered Sonny Carisi x reader

Camp Friends Nick Amaro x reader

Save me Nick Amaro x reader

[plaidbooks]

Sonny Carisi

**denotes smut

⛄️ = Holiday bingo 2020

💕= Valentine’s bingo 2021

☀ = Summer Bingo 2021

🎇 = Moodboard Bingo 2021

🍂 = Fall Bingo 2021

❄ = Holiday Bingo 2021

🍰 = Birthday Bingo 2022

~~NSFW ALPHABET~~**

~~SFW ALPHABET~~

~~Ficlets~~

Just get Home

Oh! You’re Jealous!

Are You Flirting with Me?

Am I Your Lockscreen?

A gentle kiss that turns passionate

A hello/goodbye kiss that needs no thought

Kissing away tears

“Let me fix your tie”

“I bet you think you’re cute letting them run their hands all over you”**

Controlling a remote Vibe**

Reading

A gentle “I love you” after a soft kiss, then a stronger kiss

Kisses where one person is in the other’s lap

Staring at lips before a kiss & a soft kiss, break for “I love you”, then a stronger kiss

“Have you been drinking enough water?”

“Wait” + “Stay with me”

“You’re cold, take my jacket”

“Can I give you a hug? You look upset”

“I have an extra ticket. Would you like to go with me?”

“You’re the first person I think of when I wake up”

“No.... No! Come on, I can’t lose you!” / “I’ll always be by your side”

“Your bedhead is really cute”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror” + “half the time, I got too embarrassed to say anything”

“You are so beautiful--so fucking beautiful” + “It was always you”**

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on her head!”

Trick or Treat 🍂

Twice  🍂

One Call Away 🍂

Mittens/Cold Hands 🍂

A Merry Christmas

Baby’s First Christmas ❄

~~Multichapter Stories~~

The Detective and the Teacher ch. 1 / ch. 2** / ch. 3**  ⛄️

Learning Something New  ⛄️ / Something Sweet**  ⛄️ 

A Glimpse of the Future  ⛄️ / Part 2** / Part 3** / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 5.5  💕

Dating Pains / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Study Buddy / Part 2 💕

R&R / Part 2**

The R Drug** ☀ / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

For Our Girl feat. Mike Dodds** ☀  / Part 2 feat. Mike Dodds**

Ask a Dad 🍰  / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Cabin Life - woodsman!Sonny au masterlist

The Big Leagues - a baseball!AU masterlist

~~Oneshots~~

I’m Okay

Unwind**

First Snow

Secret Santa

Mr. and Mrs. Claus

Wrapping Presents  ⛄️

Mistletoe**  ⛄️

Rough Days**

Love Hurts

Jealousy

Feeling Full**

Past Mistakes

Heated Confessions

Nostalgia (not a reader insert)

Dark on Me

Home**

A Single Lie

Hip-notizing**

Marriage Night**

CPS

Tree Down

Destressing**

Misunderstandings

4 Scenes

Assaulted

Made for Cuddling

New Year’s Surprise**

Undercover

Bickering

Kinks**

Bartering Pain

Fling

New Girl

Bad Decisions

Drinks**

I Needed You

There For You**

Overworked**

Here’s To Trying**

My Beautiful Rose  💕

Make It Up** 💕

100% Smitten  💕

Bella’s Wedding**  💕

Asthma

24 Hour Flu 💕

Lack of Communication 💕 (not a Sonny x reader)

Liquid Courage

Buried

Sorry Ma’am

Did All You Could

Good Girl**

Taken Care Of**

Locked Out

Sex Club

Blue Carnations

Unbiased Help

Dress Blues** (fic 200)

Feeling Cold

Flirt it Out

Guardian Angel

Some Space

Missed Your Taste** ☀

Caught**

Friends

Autumn Leaves 🎇

Once Upon a Time feat. Mike Dodds 🎇

3am Cookies 🎇

Protection 🎇

Rough Beginnings 🎇

Payback

Bachelorette Parties**

Second Thoughts

Turkey Dinners ❄

Building Blocks ❄

Warm Milk

Ripped Dress ❄

Sonni 🍰

Almost Valentine’s Date 🍰

A Normal Day 🍰

Warm It Up

[jacnaylor]

finn really is the best svu character

has a rope guy

fully willing to blackmail his superiors with mysterious memos that there's no explanation as to why he has access to

"you know my beef with stabler. give me any other partner. the guy's a nutcase"

brings up the idea of shooting lewis more than once as a serious option

"do you want me to cut him? you know i will" we know you would finn

when he'd mad about mike dodd's acting like he owns the place and liv is just like '??????? i asked you to be my sergeant and you said you didn't want to, so this is whats happening' and he's just like *shrugs*

when he's being promoted and he just wants to ghost

his idea of packing his things is literally just putting a single pen in a box

when he wants his grandchild to just call him finn

"how did my client get that bruise on his face?" "he fell"

he's honestly the realest lmao when everyone else was worried about carisi being undercover as a SO and he's just like 'it's carisi, all he has to do is live like a hermit and act weird, how hard can it be'

when everyone wants to hate stone because they miss barba and he's just being friends with him and he's like 'it's not his fault barba killed someone' and the others are just like ???

[qvid-pro-qvo]

under the cover of night (part i)

mike dodds x gender neutral reader. reader is a detective with the special victims unit. mike dodds is alive and sergeant of svu. special thanks to @writefasttalkevenfaster for the suggestions she gave, and @crazyshannonigans for the beta. 

part one. part two. part three.

word count: 4749

rating: mature, for the pain of having to hide what’s already hidden (canon-typical violence and themes here, with mentions of alcohol, rape, murder, etc. also, mike is reader’s superior)

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Undercover operations are always a little bit complicated.

The case itself is straightforward, if not incredibly heartbreaking. A trafficking ring targeted towards couples, with an online storefront for access. The squad has been on them for a month now, and each step closer seems to bring you all two steps back.

But that doesn’t matter, when in the moment, you’re so damn close.

“Hey,” Mike murmurs, catching your attention with a squeeze of his hand. “You all right?”

“Yeah,” you reply, mouth quirking up as you squeeze his hand back. “I’m good. Just thinking.”

“About?” he asks, and you just squeeze his hand again, shaking your head with a little laugh as you feel him pull you just a little closer. His hand leaves yours, and when his arm wraps around you, falling into his side feels like the most natural thing in the world.

Maybe because it is. It is easy to follow his lead, to lean close, push up to whisper into his ear. It’s also easy to muffle the mic against your shirt, pressing against Mike’s side so that the sound goes fuzzy. “Nothing for the peanut gallery,” you murmur, and his answering huff hits your hair.

“Understood, detective,” he whispers back, and dares a kiss against your temple, hiding his movements behind your head so the van can’t see.

A straightforward case. A simple undercover. What could possibly make it complicated?

Well.

For a few incredible, secret months, you and Mike Dodds have actually been dating. Secret because he’s your superior officer, secret because of his father, and secret because the thought of waiting for the necessary channels, for when it would be proper, makes your skin itch when you know you aren’t gonna let this guy go.

At first, you’d thought it was a joke, getting that text from Liv. Getting that text from Liv while your feet hit against Mike’s under the table. Getting that text from Liv while having dinner with Mike Dodds, a date to finish up the end of the week, on the other side of town where other SVU detectives or nosy A.D.A.s couldn’t stumble upon the two of you. You’d chuckled when you’d gotten it, barely reading the message to the squad.

“Someone’s gonna be having fun,” you’d chuckled, shaking your head before putting your phone down. The word undercover had been the only thing that’d stuck out, and it was easy to know that you were not usually first pick.

Mike’s lack of response probably should’ve been your first clue. But it wasn’t. You’d just started chatting about something that’d happened at your gym when you realized that Mike had… had actually opened the text.

“Mike,” you’d laughed, reaching for your glass. “Come on. They’ll be fine without us.”

And when he’d cleared his throat, reached to smooth down the front of his shirt and raise a brow at you, well.

That was the hint.

“No,” you’d blurted out.

“Oh, yeah,” he’d responded, and you’d watched him try a small smile as he lifted his hand for the check.

The problem was that you were just the type that was needed – it was hard to ignore when the victims looked a lot like you, and a lot like him. When the targets were professional couples looking for a little bit of fun to “spice up” their sex life, you and Mike, side by side, could’ve been the blueprint.

“The perfect ploy,” Liv had told the two of you as you stood in front of her. Fresh off of trying to look like the two of you weren’t on a date together, smiling together for a photo she could upload onto the page that Amanda was meticulously crafting. “Thanks for doing this, guys. If we set up the profile tonight, we could have a hit as early as tomorrow morning. Find out who’s giving up these couples to the wolves.”

“It’s no problem,” Mike told her, then, hand still around your waist as she lowered her phone camera.

“Our job, isn’t it?” you said with a smile, not thinking about how you hadn’t pulled away.

And then Liv had glanced up to the both of you. A hint of a smile had played across her lips, especially as the two of you almost jumped apart at her raised brow. “We’re done with pictures now. Go look over Rollins’ work, see if it needs any personal touches.”

All of that led up to now. Running your hand up Mike’s bicep in full view of the crew. Your hands interlocking as you lean back with the sound of Liv’s voice in your ear, telling you that the mic was getting caught on his jacket. The feeling of your bodies flush against each other, glancing toward the door while waiting for your contact to arrive.

“Copy that, Lieutenant,” you say, trying to stifle your little grin so the rest of the squad can’t hear the delight in your features. “Any sign?”

“Nothing,” is Carisi’s tired response, and you can hear every inch his jaw stretches with the yawn he manages. “Dead out here.”

“Nothing from this side,” Rollins reports, her voice a little more like a tin can thanks to the distance.

“Think we can call it an early night, then?” Fin asks. “I don’t see any of you standing out in the cold.”

You can’t help your chuckle, but then there’s a sharp intake of breath from Carisi. “Looks like you just jinxed it. Look. Coming from our right, just passing the awnings.”

“That’s him.” Liv’s voice has a tone to it that makes your back straighten subconsciously, a warning that lifts Mike’s arm to wrap around your waist. “All right, guys. You’re on. Remember. We need him to tell us who he sends addresses to.”

“Copy that,” you reply, and Mike’s grip is firm. You look down at your boyfriend - well. Fake boyfriend, you suppose. “Showtime, sergeant.”

His name is Will. He’s a handsome guy, with a brilliant smile and a laugh that’s contagious. You and Mike stand to greet him, and when he shakes his grip is firm, just enough.

“Well. The picture doesn’t do the two of you justice,” he says with a grin, taking Mike in with an unsubtle up and down that makes you smile despite the situation. “I’m loving the no-tie look and show-stopping smiles.”

The answer you each give is a sheepish laugh, and you feel Mike’s hand squeeze on your waist. “Isn’t he a charmer?” you say to Mike lightly, and Will shrugs, faux-humility oozing.

“I do my damnedest. Why don’t we get a couple of drinks? Get to know one another.”

“Sounds fine by me,” Mike says in a low rumble, all warmth. It makes your hand on his back move up to his neck, playing with the baby hairs there.

“Me, too,” you agree. “What’s your order, Will? We’ll cover.”

There’s about half an hour of small talk. The conversation moves… easily enough. Verbal flirting, gentle pushes, but nothing that tells you he’s willing to come along to the hotel room you have the key to.

It’s at forty-five minutes you decide to make a move. You’re standing in between the two of them, Mike and Will, and you find yourself mimicking what you’re doing on Mike’s end with Will. Little leans closer, as much as you can manage, fingers on his arm, on his shoulder. It’s blatant, more than a little, and you try to play up the drinks as much as you can when they’re notably virgin on your end. But Mike…

God, but Mike.

It’s like a bungee cord. Pushing in to Will gets you a pull back into Mike’s side. No matter how much you try, you’re urged back close to him. It gets to the point where Will is getting visibly turned off by Mike’s movements, at the way he’s pulling you back from him.

You know, in your brain, he’s just trying to protect you. Every time Will touches you, you feel the tension from him. You both know what he does with his little team, what the body count has been.

But it’s the operation. It’s undercover.

Will’s hand reaches for yours, the one that’s settled on his knee. He covers your fingers, interlocks your hands, and you don’t hide your little laugh, ducking your head.

You feel that tug again. The bungee cord yanking you back to reality, Mike’s arm on your waist pulling you against him. It makes Will clench his jaw, makes you wince as you press against him and close your eyes tight.

“Mike,” you say, sharp, stern. His fingers release suddenly, and you almost stumble at the lack of pressure against your side.

“Sorry,” he mutters, not sorry in the slightest. You can see it in the tension of his shoulders, the feeling of his hand on your back in smooth circles. “Just…”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Will’s eyeing the both of you now, and you can see the suspicion start to close him off. His arm lifts from the bar, his finger on the back of your hand pulling away. He’s assessing Mike, and there’s a squint that makes you nervous. Makes you scramble.

“Mike, honey,” you say. “Why don’t you get the next round?” Your eyes don’t leave Will, who’s now facing you completely. It’s as if Mike doesn’t exist, and in that moment, you’re very much okay with that.

You know he wants to argue. Wants to keep himself glued to your side. But another look from you keeps his mouth shut, and when he nods, it’s with a small smile. Polite. Banal. He can’t help himself completely – a kiss to your temple that makes Will’s lips twitch – but you don’t look up when he does so, a dismissal in and of itself.

It’s only when Mike is out of supposed earshot that you start talking, glancing over your shoulder for the show of it. After all, Mike can hear every word.

“Sorry about that,” you sigh out. “This is our first time, and… he wants everything to be perfect. Still trying to figure out what he wants.”

“I know that feeling. And I don’t blame your beau.” Will’s voice is sympathetic, and he lifts his hand again to trace along your knuckles. “Hard not to feel that way with two pretty people to impress.”

In your head is a mantra to yourself. Flirt. Flirt like your life depends on it.

“If you’re worried about being impressive, trust me, you don’t have to,” you laugh out, leaning forward with a conspiratorial glance around the bar. “I would venture to say that’s what makes Mike a little nervous.”

“You think?” his voice goes similarly low. “A man like that? Nervous about me?”

You watch his eyes glance towards where Mike is – yours follows easily. In that moment, you see what he sees. Strong, tall, broad-shouldered, great ass. You have to fight your grin, the little rush of possessiveness that you get when he glances back and sees you. He smiles, bright and easy, like every smile he gives you, and you force yourself to look back at the man you’re trying to seduce.

“Look,” you murmur, and push forward so your mouth is by his ear, your fingers reaching up to run down his chest, play with a button. “We saw your photo, and he couldn’t… control himself.”

Not true. Mike had given a little fist pump at the sight of Will because of his connection to the case, had grinned at you with the victory. But that didn’t matter, because Will was looking, too, and turned to look at you once he’d gotten his fill. “Give him another chance,” you push. Push without being pushy, urge him without seeming urgent. Let your fingers slide down his chest to rest over his hand. “He’ll play nice. I’ll make sure of it.”

There seemed to be a beat. Will’s eyes scanning yours. And then he smirks.

“You have a room?” he asks.

Got him. “Upstairs. Why don’t you come up?”

“That’s it,” Liv’s voice sings in your ear. You fight the urge to turn your head to it. “Get him up there, then figure out what he knows.” She sounds proud, and you try not to preen at it either. Letting all your pleasure show in your smile that you hope looks a little wicked.

“Should we bring the drinks?” you ask. Knowing that the drink you’re getting is as virgin as Mike’s is.

“No,” Will replies, and he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Get your handsome man.”

You turn over your shoulder. Smile at Mike, who smiles back again when he catches your gaze. You tilt your head with a nod, and he gets the picture, waving off the bartender, offering over a bill before taking a few steps towards you.

Will’s hand settles on your back. You try not to flinch away from it, try to lean into it, even, and smile as you both turn towards where the bar leads up into the hotel. “Lead the way,” you tell him, and he smirks. 

You hear Liv’s voice in your ear. “They’re heading upstairs.”

The walk is easy. You know Mike is only a few steps behind, you can hear his light footfalls, but soon he’s right beside the both of you.

“313,” You say against his ear, loud enough that Mike can hear. You hand your boyfriend the key card, and Will presses a kiss against your temple right where Mike did earlier. You try not to squirm with it, just let out a light chuckle as Mike takes the card.

“Perfect,” the bastard responds, and when you smile at him it’s real enough. “I’ve got a surprise for you, once we’re inside.”

“Oh, yeah?” you say, keeping your voice low and breathy. You watch Mike push the door open, moving forward with Will to follow him. His hand drops from touching you, and you can’t help your sigh of relief. Almost there.

That’s when you feel the gun against your back.

You can’t help the way your breath hitches. Mike turns around once he’s in the room, and you swallow tightly. There’s a digging, and you’re urged forward, stumbling as you feel Will’s hand grip your side.

“Keep walking,” he snaps. “That’s it. Let your boyfriend get a good look at you.”

“Sweetheart?” Mike’s voice is concerned, and you can tell it’s not something faked for the squad. “What’s going on?”

“Drop the act, officers,” Will snarls. “And get in the damn room.”

“Dodds?” Liv’s voice is in your ear and Mike’s at the same time, and you both wince with it, the sudden sharpness. “What’s going on?”

You’re pushed forward again, the only thing touching you now the barrel against your back. Your mind is racing, and you close your eyes, take a deep breath. “Will, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whisper, hands lifting slowly. “There’s no need for… for a gun.”

Carisi’s voice is next, sharp. “Did I just hear ‘gun’? Lieutenant –”

“Dodds, report!”

Mike’s voice is hard. “Will, what’s going on? Come on, let my –”

“Oh, shut up.” The gun moves to your side, and Will’s grip on you returns, this time grabbing your bicep to yank you close. “Any wrong moves and I blow a hole into your partner’s side, here. Now, sit.”

Mike’s ass hits the bed quick, and you can see the way his whole body tenses when he’s down. He’s not rigid, no – you know that any wrong move from Will and he’ll leap up, rush the other man, have him down in three seconds flat. It’s only his jaw that clenches, and you watch him roll it slowly as Will shuts the door with a well-placed kick of his foot.

“This is how we’re gonna do this,” Will says. His voice is right by your ear, and you can’t see him, can’t see what Mike sees that makes him push a slow breath through his nose. “You, Mike, walk out of here. I keep your partner for insurance, and I wait for my ride. When they get here, the two of us take a little trip, and I drop your partner off at a payphone.”

A couple of slow breaths from Mike. You do your best to match them, to think. “What’s the catch?” you ask, and you just know the bastard is smirking.

“Anyone follows, I make sure that there’s nothing about this pretty face you can recognize.”

There’s a pause. There’s a lot of reasons you love Mike. He’s one of the bravest cops you’ve ever known. But that bravery makes him tilt his chin up, makes him look Will dead in the eye.

“No.”

Will growls, jabs the gun deeper into your side. You can feel it pressing into your ribs, right against the bone that a bullet would surely shatter.

“You’re a petty burglar, Will,” he continues, and lets his hands push off of his knees as he rises to his full height. He takes a step towards the both of you, and you feel Will drag you back, lift the gun to point at him.

“Fuck off and get back on the bed. I will shoot –”

But he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. It makes your breath hitch, the way that Will’s arm is now lifted to push against your neck. “We’re Special Victims Unit,” Mike urges him. “You’re not for us. We want the people who rape and kill right after you. You understand?”

“Mike, just go,” you snap, your anger, frustration, fear getting the better of you. But Mike, stubborn asshole that he is, stays firmly planted. He’s not even armed, and yet he stays, arms raising up, eyes steady as he looks at Will. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Mike says to you, watches as the gun presses more firmly against your side. Anyone else would think he was unfazed, but you see the way his jaw twitches at the sight of you so vulnerable. “Let’s talk about this, Will.”

“Talk about what? All your friends surrounding the building as we speak?” he snaps, and you feel the barrel against your skin as your shirt rides up. It makes you wince, the feeling, and Mike’s slow blink is measured.

“They’re not. Let’s talk about what I can do for you.”

You can hear Liv talking in your ear. Of course, they are. In ten this whole block will be cut off. But Mike just smiles, a little small one. “We just need information,” he says. “We don’t need you; we don’t want you. All we want is who you tell about the couples. Who’s the one who hurts them?”

Will’s voice is short. “I don’t know. Now get out.”

Mike doesn’t. “How do you tell them? That these people are vulnerable? That they’re sleeping?”

“Mike –” you try, but Will is talking over you before you can get much more out.

“Get out!”

“Will, you and I both know you do.” Another step, and you can see the gun shaking as Will points it, the tremor in his voice overtaking his attempt to assert any authority. “You know who comes in. Who slashes their throats. Who makes sure they can’t scream while they –”

“Stop!” Will screams, a half-sob.

Everyone goes silent. Mike, Liv, Carisi. Any chatter dies, and your breath stops.

You wait for the shot that doesn’t come.

“Stop.” The gun is back against your side, but it’s held loosely, and it’s not pointed to you. Mike tracks it with his eyes, meets yours, before taking another step. “Stop, I don’t – I don’t know them, okay? They pay me, okay? I send a text, they send me money, and – and I don’t have to do anything –”

Mike’s voice is so, so gentle. “I know. I know, Will. You steal. You take what you need, don’t you? What you can sell. They kill. They murder. You got caught up in the wrong crowd. Let us help you.”

Will’s sobs are hiccupping now, and you can feel the way the gun is trembling against you. He’s nothing like the confident man he plays, now, the façade cracking under the right kind of pressure.

Fear.

“Let us help you. All you have to do is give the gun to me, Will.”

Your eyes are closed now. You can’t watch Mike take those steady steps forward, closer and closer to a loaded pistol. All you can do is take a deep breath in, and out, and in, holding, holding, holding –

The gun drops. You hear its clunk on the carpeted floor, feel the way Mike’s hands grab at your wrist and yank you aside. You’re barely registering Mike’s voice as you gasp for air, hands trembling as they grip your knees and you bend over, trying not to retch.

Fuck.

There’s a commotion. Up the steps. You can hear Liv shouting orders in your ear, and you lift a hand to the comm piece carefully, still heaving a little. “Suspect – suspect detained. Stand down, suspect detained.”

“Are you both all right?” Liv shouts, and you hear the sirens outside. “Tell me you’re both all right. Sergeant, report!”

You’re still trying to catch your breath. “We’re fine, lieutenant. Just. We’ll be down soon.”

When you’re able to stand upright, you turn to see Mike. He’s got Will’s hands behind his back, and when the door flies open Sonny tosses him a pair of handcuffs.

“Sergeant,” he acknowledges, and then his eyes fall on you. “You all right?”

“Fine,” you say. “I’m fine.”

“You need to get checked out,” Mike says immediately, and you feel your brow furrow at him, a glare. He’s looking at you intently, and you feel your jaw clench as you rub your hand over your forehead.

“I’m fine –” you try, feeling your hackles raise at the overprotectiveness for the second time that night. He might be your boss, but you know that this isn’t coming from a sergeant to his detective, and it makes your stomach churn.

But your words are dismissed with his turn back to Sonny. “You’re getting checked out. Are there paramedics down there?”

“There’s an ambulance,” Sonny confirms, but his voice is a little hesitant, looking between the two of you.

“Head down. I’ll handle Will and get him to Liv and Rollins.”

It’s an order, or at the very least sounds like one. You glance at Sonny with a small shake of your head before moving towards him. His hand goes to your shoulder, squeezes it, but you just shake your head again before moving through the halls of the hotel, jogging down the flights you need to before emerging into crisp night air.

They check you out, the paramedics. There’s nothing really wrong, besides the way that your heart rate hasn’t seemed to calm down. So you lean there, on the ambulance, trying some deep breathing to ignore the cool metal you swear is still on your skin.

And then Mike emerges.

He walks Will to the squad car. Loads him up, handcuffed, mournful. He talks with Liv, easy, solemn, and then immediately makes a beeline towards you. You don’t know what to say to him. There’s so much in your head, none of it particularly pleasant. All you see is his eyes widening, his hands up, the way he walks closer after you beg him not to, so clearly ready to risk it all to save you –

Yeah. Great feeling to have that on your conscience.

“What the hell, Mike?” you mutter. The back of the ambulance is cold against your body, and you shiver and wrap the shock blanket around you a little tighter. You’re fine, and you’ll stand by that. “What the hell were you thinking in there?”

You’re just exhausted now. Your bones are weary, and you can still feel the place where the gun was digging into you – it’s not bruised, you’re certain, but that ghost of a gun will linger the rest of the day.

“I was thinking that I needed to get us out of there alive,” he says, and you glance up at him before shaking your head, pulling the blanket tighter. “Are you all right?”

You nod, but it’s small. “Look, you should’ve left me in there. You were guaranteed an out –”

“Neither of us were guaranteed anything. I saw I could talk him down, so I did.”

“And if it’d gone wrong? Mike, you can’t keep throwing yourself into danger, and especially not for –”

“I can make that decision for myself,” he interrupts. Again. And you feel yourself tensing, pushing off of the ambulance to narrow your eyes at him.

“Can I speak, please?” you say. It’s sharp, and it gets his attention. Makes him stand still, lift his chin at you. “You can’t keep doing that. Your life is not expendable. Not for me. Not ever for me.”

“My life isn’t worth much at all if I have to step aside when you’re in danger. It wasn’t about whether or not we’re together, and I wasn’t solely motivated by the fact that I’m your boyfriend.”

“Okay, yes, you’re my – my boyfriend,” you shoot back, and it’s a hiss coming out of your mouth. “But today, in those moments, we’re not dating. You shouldn’t be motivated by that at all. We were undercover – we were cops. You were my sergeant. You have to realize –”

“You surely can’t expect me to just sit back and turn off the fact that I care about you,” Mike scoffs, and you find yourself inching towards the edge of a breaking point.

You throw your hands in the air. The paramedic inside the ambulance almost gets hit in the face as he steps out before you’re pinching your nose, taking a breath in and out. “No, but do you think I could finish a damn sentence?”

His jaw ticks before he relents. “Okay. Fine. Say what you want to say. I’m all ears.”

The two of you are nose to nose, now. Bristling with the exhaustion, the fear, the energy that’s built up and pent up.

“What I wanna say? Fine. You know what I wanna say? It’s that your attitude almost blew this whole thing!” you shout back, and you see Mike’s shoulders tense, the way his breath goes low and slow through his nose. “What the hell were you thinking, going at his throat like that?”

“I was thinking that he was putting his hands on you,” Mike mutters. “What, I can’t look out for you now?”

“Are you kidding?” you retort. You’re incredulous, and you have to force your voice low before speaking again. “It’s an undercover operation. Not the time to suddenly be aware of us. And not exactly a great look for a couple of undercover swingers to be so damn stingy, Dodds.”  

His brow is furrowed deep as he looks at you, breath coming in short huffs, and when he rolls his eyes, it stings. “All right. Well, since it’s so easy for you to forget you have a boyfriend, I’ll stop acting like one. How about that?”

The silence is heavy. It seems to push down on you, from all sides, and you find yourself falling back against the ambulance. His words seem to crash on him once they settle on you, and his whole body slumps.

“I didn’t mean –” he sighs out. He sounds so… defeated, but you just rub your hands over your face as he takes a step closer to you. “You know I –”

“I know what you meant, Mike,” you say, and there’s nothing but exhaustion that bleeds into your tone. “Just. Go see Liv. I’m fine.”

He starts to reach out to you. “Baby…”

“Baby? Nice try.” It’s said with a scoff, and you just pull away, standing tall again and brushing him off. When you move, it’s to walk towards one of the squad cars. “I’ll see you at the precinct, sergeant.”

“Wait – don’t –“

But your steps are quick and focused, to where Liv and Amanda stand. You tell your lieutenant you’ve been cleared, and then you’re free to go. Precinct for paperwork, home for the night, and knowing that Mike won’t dare to be right behind you.

- 

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Jeffrey Dean Morgan:

Treat You Better

Treat You Better pt 2

Treat You Better pt 3

Avengers:

When They’re Jealous…

How they Kiss You

Eating Disorder

Your Child Has A Nightmare

Tony Stark(Ironman):

Dating Tony Stark Would Include…

One Date

Someone Breaks In

Come Back | pt 2

Possessiveness

Loki Laufeyson:

Dating Loki Would Include…

Mind Games | pt 2 | pt 3*

Jealousy

Let Me Love You

You Don’t Own Me | I Belong To You*

The Mortal

Wound

My Queen

Soft Spot

Anything For You

Bucky Barnes:

Dating Bucky Would Include…

Meeting The Team

You’re Perfect

I Missed You | Protective

Attention

Beauty and The Soldier

Doctor Strange:

Thor’s Daughter

Clint Barton(Hawkeye):

Dating Clint Barton Would Include…

Damn Flirt

Dream Come True

Steve Rogers(Captain America):

Dating Steve Roger’s Would Include…

Someone Breaks In

Safe

The Dare

Something New

Bruce Banner(Hulk):

Dating Bruce Banner Would Include…

Thor Odinson:

Dating Thor Would Include…

Thor’s Daughter

Pumpkin Carving

Pietro Maximoff(Quicksilver):

Dating Pietro Maximoff Would Include…

Nice Fighting

Peter Parker(Spiderman):

You’re A Painter

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals:

How They Kiss You | pt 2

Dominant or Submissive

Morning After

Who They’re Jealous Of

Texting | pt 2

How You Sleep

Stefan Salvatore:

Dating Stefan Would Include…

Paul Wesley:

Action

Damon Salvatore:

Cute Moment (blurb)

Goddess | pt 2?

Klaus Mikaelson:

Dating Klaus Would Include…

She’s Mine

Groceries(blurb)

The Big Bad Hybrid | pt 2 | pt 3(coming soon)

Elijah Mikaelson:

Can’t Sleep

Presents | pt 2*

Enzo:

Dating Enzo Would Include…

Teen Wolf:

Peter Hale:

Bait

Narnia

Peter Pevensie:

Fate | pt 2

The Hunger Games:

When They’re Jealous

Peeta Mellark:

Can’t Be Together

The Twilight Saga:

Nighttime(Cullen’s)

Nighttime(Wolf Pack)

Cuddling

How You Met

Jasper Hale:

Bruises

Try

Moody

Losing Control

Undeniable Feelings

The First Time**

Paul Lahote:

Run | Chapter Two(coming soon)

Protective

Possessive

Paul’s Imprint

I Need You*

Kitty Kitty

Warm*

Sam Uley:

Alpha’s Imprint

Jacob Black:

Imprinted

I Could Get Used To This

Emmett Cullen:

My Hero

Edward Cullen:

Rainy Day

Seth Clearwater:

Dating Seth Includes…

Law & Order: SVU:

Fake Boyfriend

Rafael Barba:

Protective

Possessive

Another Late Night

Taking Care Of Him

I Missed You*

Sonny Carisi:

William Lewis

Bait

Undercover

Misunderstandings

I’ve Missed You*

Nick Amaro:

Nick Flirting With You

Mike Dodds:

Dating Mike Would Include…

Fin Tutuola:

Coffee?

Harry Potter:

George Weasley:

Thanks Malfoy

Brothers

Behave

Christmas Surprises

Fred Weasley:

Not So Identical

Divergent:

Eric:

He Gets Jealous

Respect

Respect part 2**NSFW

Insecure

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles(2016):

How You Meet

Emotional S/O

Unwind

Stretch Marks

Leonardo:

He Realizes He Likes You

In Heat*

Relaxation

Weakness

Raphael:

Flirting | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

“He Likes Her!!!”

In Heat*

Donatello:

How You Meet part 2

Help Me

Protected | part 2

Sleep

Treats

School

Anniversary*

Michelangelo:

No Noise*

You’re Okay Now

The Expendables:

Barney Ross:

Your Ex Hurts You

Welcome Back

Lee Christmas:

Your Ex Hurts You

Boss Problems

Christmas Fights

Gunner Jensen:

Your Ex Hurts You

Don’t Die On Me

Can We Cuddle?

Ticklish

Mine*

Impractical Jokers:

How They Act When They’re Jealous

You Try To Leave Him

Whipped

He Proposes

Protective

Sal Vulcano:

Sal’s “Punishment”

Losing A Challenge For You

Coming Home

You’ve Split Up & He Sees You With Someone Else

Brian(Q)Quinn:

He Misses You

When He First Saw You

You Split Up & He See You With Someone Else

He Defends You

5 Seconds Of Summer:

You’re Not Dating But He’s Jealous

You’re Not Dating But He’s Jealous Part 2

What He’s Like In Bed**NSFW

Eminem:

Who’s He?

It’s My Job! 

[neworleansspecial]

Day Six: Touch Starved + Hunger

Law and Order Special Victims Unit: Mike Dodds

Hospitals

Mike’s been in the ER for close to two hours before the debrief is up and his captain leaves him to get treated. He’s supposed to get stitches soon, and then a couple x-rays and a CT scan to rule out any severe injuries. If it was up to him, however, he’d already be curled up in bed at home with his boyfriend, safe from the underbelly of humanity that has held him for the last three months of undercover work.

While the doctor neatly stitches up a gash on Mike’s forearm, finally, Sonny walks in. He’s still wearing his three piece suit, so he likely came straight from work, despite the late hour. That’s how it is as an ADA, though, so Mike isn’t upset. All he cares about is that Sonny’s here. Immediately, Sonny pulls up a chair next to his bed and takes the lid off a container of soup from the deli on sixth. His dominant arm is busy being stitched up, which Sonny notices, and so he brings the spoon to Mike’s lips. 

“When was the last time you ate?” Sonny asks softly. 

“I had a protein bar for breakfast yesterday.”

Sonny presses his lips together, but doesn’t chastise him because they both know how undercover ops are. Instead, he feeds him soup until Mike feels uncomfortably full and turns away, trying not to notice that he only had less than half. Going hungry for weeks has a way of shrinking his stomach so it’s hard to have a full meal when he comes back. Quietly, Sonny puts aside the remainder of the food and takes Mike’s uninjured hand. 

When the action makes Mike jump, he starts to pull back. Mike quickly shakes his head and holds his hand tighter. To him, Sonny’s touch is an anchor, a path home to safety and comfort that he’s been missing for however long he spent lying to try and catch criminals. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Sonny promises.

Mike believes him. 

[storiesofsvu]

Rekindled

Mike Dodds x fem!reader Warnings: language Covers the “Wedding Date”square of the storiesofsvuoneyearbingo

Perched on a desk in the middle of an unfamiliar squad room reading through a not so detailed case file wasn’t exactly where you figured you’d find yourself when you left for work this morning. You were FBI, and your unit had been closing in on a perp when you discovered that Manhattan SVU had one that seemed all too similar to not be the same. Your one hidden blessing was that bringing you into Manhattan meant that you got reunited with Mike Dodds. The two of you had gone to the academy together, spending a year on the force alongside each other before you started to get whisked up into the world of undercover ops and moving up to the FBI. You’d been pretty good friends, keeping in touch over the years, though your meet ups became less and less as your careers took hold of your lives.

It was his desk you’d made a home on, being the most comfortable around him. The team had finished debriefing, splitting as part of the SVU squad headed out into the field while others headed over to interrogation and the rest simply gravitated toward the coffee.

“Fuck.” Mike muttered quietly, dropping his phone onto the desk in front of him.

“You get something?” You asked, leaning over so you could see the monitor of his computer and he shook his head.

“No. It’s my Dad.” He groaned and you quirked a brow.

“He want you guys to pass off the case?”

You knew William was currently residing as Chief, something that Mike was annoyed with. While the connections definitely helped him when he needed it, it also hindered him when it came to other squad members fully trusting him. The last time you’d met for drinks was when he’d first started with SVU and you remembered how frustrated he had been over them thinking he was a snitch and if they even so much as toed the line in front of him he’d be running off to Daddy. You’d known him long enough to know that that was the farthest from the truth, Mike was a good kid, but his loyalty didn’t always lie with his family.

“No.” He grumbled, running a hand over his face, “my brother’s wedding is on Saturday.”

“Dear old Dad getting on your case about your baby bro getting married before you?”

“That.” Mike rolled his eyes, “and I completely forgot to tell him I broke up with Ashley, who he is now more than excited to meet.”

“I take it it wasn’t an amicable break up?”

“I’d be lucky if she didn’t slap me in the street if she saw me again.”

“Jesus Mike.” You laughed, “you need to learn to let a girl down gently.”

“I thought I did.” He defended with a small laugh, “turned out she was far more invested than I was. She didn’t understand the weight of the job, how long I’d be gone. When I sat her down to talk she thought I was proposing.” You cackled out a laugh at that, and he shot you a playful glare.

“Did your Dad ever meet her?”

“No. He didn’t even know her name, he was just excited I’d finally started dating again, couldn’t wait to meet his so called future daughter in law.” Mike rolled his eyes hard at that, honestly, he was both glad and lucky his Dad had never met his ex, marriage would’ve been brought up too many times to count and that wasn’t a road he wanted to go down with her in the slightest.

“Well if you need to dodge a bullet, I’m free Saturday.” You shrugged as Mike looked up at you, the expression on his face as if you’d just told him he’d won the lottery.

“You mean it?”

“Yeah. I mean I’ve got nothing going on, and as if your Dad’s gonna remember me from like, a decade ago. If he never met your ex what’s the harm? I get a free meal and entertainment, you don’t get reamed out for being a dumb ass.” Mike swatted at your leg at the insult and you whapped his shoulder in return.

“You’re a life saver, you know that?”

“Oh I do.” You smirked, your attention being pulled back to the case at hand as everyone circled back up to go through more of the details.

By the end of the day the case was only a fraction of an inch closer to being solved, but you’d at least been able to exchange ideas and information, moving you in the right direction. You’d also made sure to send Mike your address for Saturday, and he promised he’d pick you up right at two.

*

Mike would’ve been lying if he said his breath didn’t catch in his throat the sight of you stepping out of your apartment door that Saturday. Dressed in a classy cocktail dress, your hair curled and pinned off to the side was a far cry from the business casual he’d recently seen you in, and an even farther cry from the uniform he saw you on a daily basis all those years ago. You’d grown into an incredibly attractive woman and he felt his little awkward crush from back in the academy creeping back up as you flashed him a dazzling smile and slid into the car.

The two of you went over a very brief amount of fake backstory for your so called relationship, deciding it was easiest to keep things as realistic as possible. You’d stayed in touch through the years and once you were stationed back in New York, the two of you truly rekindled and started your romance.

Luckily things were a little hectic at the church, as they normally were for weddings of this stature. You weren’t surprised at all that the Dodds had spared no expensive, lavish floral arrangements, flashy suits and dresses for the wedding party. The ceremony was loving and adorable, no matter how much of a romance hater one could be, there was something in the air at weddings that made everything just that much softer and romantic. It was out of instinct that Mike’s hand loosely grabbed yours, playing with your fingers during the second half of the ceremony, and you had to admit, it made your cheeks flush.

It was on the way out of the church that William managed to catch a moment with the two of you, an excited and distracted smile on his face as he greeted his other son. It was a brief interaction but you at least remembered to grab Mike’s hand as his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, smiling brightly and saying that you’d heard so much about the older man and were so happy to finally meet him. In return William said something about how Mike had failed to mention his girl was so stunning and you laughed it off, blushing as you tucked into Mike’s shoulder. There wasn’t time for much else before everyone was whisked away to appropriate vehicles for the next stage.

When you got to the cocktail hour you realized just about how deep in you were. You had to make this seem like a relationship that had been going on long enough that you were more than comfortable with each other, and there was more than enough socializing and introductions going on. After not seeing Mike for a while you were suddenly very aware of your resurfacing crush on him as he held you to his side, the supposed fake look of adoration he’d give you as he’d tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear, the way his thumb would trail across your hand as he held it. You felt you heart rate pick up and were more than thankful for the free flowing champagne as you made your way through the afternoon. You were equal parts intrigued and confused at the way Mike had begun to steal looks at you when no one else was looking, whether he was just that good at playing a part, or whether there maybe was something more that you hadn’t realized earlier.

Dinner brought you settled into a table with the rest of the Dodds immediate family, and it didn’t take long before the attention was brought around to you.

“Y/n.” William started, glancing up from his plate and you were suddenly very happy for the free flowing wine, “I don’t think Mike mentioned it, what is it that you do?”

“Oh, I’m with the bureau.” You replied, at least thankful for the work related question you wouldn’t have to fabricate too much.

“Bureau?” Another relative asked, their brow quirking and Mike was quick to cut in.

“FBI.” His hand closed around yours softly on the table top, “we met in the academy, guess we just didn’t realize the potential until recently.” He shot you a smile that you couldn’t help but blush at, a quiet giggle escaping your lips as you nuzzled into his shoulder briefly.

“Well that certainly is impressive.” William replied, an approving smile on his face as he glanced over to the two of you.

You were thankful again when you only remained the topic of conversation for a few more minutes before it changed off to something else. Though Mike’s hand stayed lying on your thigh as the two of you ate, his thumb stroking at your skin every once in a while and you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat faster at the intimacy of the contact.

Maybe it was the vibe coursing through the air as the evening went on, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just having a good night with an old friend, but as the time went on you felt more and more comfortable and natural with Mike. Or maybe it had something to do with the fake relationship you were upholding. Laughing through jokes, pulling stories out of nowhere of your history that maybe technically existed in your friendship with a little extra embellishment to make it seem like you were really in love. You shared more than a few dances on the dance floor, some full of laughter and singing along to the music, simply feeling the beat while others Mike wrapped a steady arm around you, holding you close while you swayed your way across the floor. Those were the ones that you could feel your heart beating out of your chest, and you swore you could almost feel Mike’s strumming in time to yours as your laid against his body, wondering if it was the excitement of the evening, or the excitement of something more.

Around midnight you decided to make your escape, giving well wishes to the happy couple and bidding goodnight to William and the rest of the family you encountered on your way to the door. You hummed in satisfaction at the warm arm Mike still had wrapped around you as you made your way into the cooling air of the parking lot, your head resting against his shoulder. Your heart nearly skipped a beat at the feel of him leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you approached the car, and that was when you decided it was finally time to be bold. If everything went south, you worked different departments anyway, so why not? You turned, you hand linking in his as it dropped from your waist.

“I uh…I had a really good time tonight.” You murmured softly, glancing up to catch his gaze and he smiled back at you.

“I did to.” He huffed out a breath of a laugh, “hard to believe we really let things dangle on this long.”

“Hmm?” You questioned, your head tilting in confusion as his words and his cheeks flushed.

“Guess it took this whole fake dating thing for me to remember why I was completely enamoured by you back in the day.”

“Mikey!” You laughed, swatting against his arm, “you don’t mean that….” You felt your own cheeks heating at his statement, your breath catching in your throat as he pushed back a loose strand of hair, his hand trailing down your cheek.

“I do.” He mustered up the best smile he could, “and now? You bein’ all bad ass working for the feds? That certainly doesn’t help.” He chuckled softly, “I guess what I’m saying is that tonight was really, really nice….and I wouldn’t mind doing it again, but for real…maybe, dinner next weekend? If you’d like?”

“Mike…” you breathed out, your eyes searching his for any ounce of hesitation, “I’d love to.”

He grinned softly at you, his hand coming up to cup at your cheek, waiting for the tiny nod you gave him before his lips met yours. It was soft and full of adoration, a little hesitant, but you could feel the curve of his lips against yours, the smile reflected on your own as the kiss deepened ever so slightly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you in a small giggle. He couldn’t help but huff a laugh out, his hazel eyes meeting your own, a gleam evident in them.

“I waited far too long to do that.” He murmured and you grinned.

“You most certainly did.” Smirking, your lips met his again, moving with grace and ease against each other.

While you certainly hadn’t expected your week to come to an end like this, you were certainly more than thrilled that it did. A shriek of a laugh escaping your lips as Mike’s hands tickled at your sides before you darted away to get into the car. Though he kissed you again once you were inside, and once more when he pulled up to your apartment. And there was no way he was going to leave you without one last one when he walked you to your door, telling you he’d text you in the morning, leaving you feeling like a smitten school girl as you tumbled into your home.

No, you certainly hadn’t expected your adolescent crush on Mike Dodds to resurface all these years later, and you definitely never thought that something would actually come from it. But there you were, a week later, being handed a stunning bouquet of your favourite flowers before he linked his arm in yours and led you to what would be the last first date of your life.

____________ @witches-unruly-heart @ineedafinghug @billiedeannovak @stardust-galaxies @hhroadgirl @randomthingssss @qvid-pro-qvo @hurricanejjareau @thatesqcrush @skittle479 @altsvu @lawandorderimagines @whimsicallymad @fandom-princess-forevermore @classylady1234 @averyhotchner @mysticfalls01 @teamsladsandgents @laurenhope13 @redlipstickandplaid @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo @mrsrafaelbarba @ghd76 @ssaic-jareau @barbasbodaciousbeard @alwaysachorusgirl @justanoffalygirl @rafivadafreddy @australiancarisi @wandas-wife

[ionamalachite]

The saddest thing about his death was the fact that he had no friends. Watch the funeral again where are his friends? His family up front but after that it’s just cops. Going from how Dodds had to tell Benson he wasn’t gonna snitch to his father about the unit and the fact that Rollins/Fin avoided him tells me he wasn’t making friends in the force. The only people who went to his funeral was his family and coworkers. The saddest thing about Dodds’ death probably wasn’t even intentional (2/2)

Well, I’m really late to publish this, but I’m trying to clear out my asks and drafts and I have some more thoughts about Mike Dodds. 

I really think Sonny was his friend, which highlights two things: 1. In the short time they knew each other, Sonny managed to befriend the boss’s son and it worked. You see it, when he and Mike go to tackle the guy who murdered Lilly Evans. He was all gentle, kneeling next to Dodds. “Hey, Sergeant.” 2. Dodds doesn’t have a lot of friends. Yeah, I’m definitely sure Fin wasn’t being his friend in the beginning, saying, “I’ve got it,” at the hotel. But he did have a positive experience with Rollins when he leaked the unauthorized undercover op of his dad’s friends Bobby D’Amico and company assaulting her. In his short time there, he managed to make good with Sonny, Rollins, and Benson. Probably didn’t do much for Fin or Barba, to be honest. 

We did see his brother there. I don’t know if his fiancee was there (or if he had one? Was that a deleted scene or something?) but his brother Matt was there from wandering Mexico, trying to get his act together. I’m not sure about his relationship with Matt, but I would’ve loved more exploration of that, more so than a quip about how he felt he had to keep him out of trouble. He has elder daughter syndrome like Dean Winchester. 

[lovemesomerafael]

MASTERLIST

Law and Order SVU and Captain America (Well, really Bucky Barnes)

Is that a strange combination?  I feel like that’s a strange combination.

One-Shots

Law & Order: SVU

A Little Too Undercover (Sonny Carisi x OFC.  Smut-ish) Also on AO3

No-name smut (Mike Dodds X Reader)

Under the Influence (Peter Stone x OFC  Smut)                  Also on AO3

Pathetic  (Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi   Angst, pining, feelz)   Also on AO3

Afterlife (Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi   Angst, feelz, I don’t know)  Also on AO3

There For Each Other (Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi  Angst, hurt Sonny, how they started dating, married Barisi, Smut)  Also on AO3

Bucky Barnes (and his sidekick, Captain America)

Here Goes (Angst, pining, you decide if they’re best friends or Stucky, works either way)  Also on AO3

Multi-Chapter Works

Destroying The Planet To Save It

Also on AO3

(MCU)  There’s a new threat to Earth, and it’s up to the Avengers to find and stop it.  (Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky Barnes x OFC, Sam Wilson x OFC, Bruce Banner x OFC, Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts)  Story, smut, fluff, angst, violence 

Others Like Me   

Also on AO3

(Captain America Movies)  Bucky Barnes is abducted by a new reincarnation of Hydra.  One of his captors helps him escape.  Bucky never thought he'd meet anyone who had been where he's been. But she has. Steve's suddenly not the one who can help Bucky the most to deal with his tortured past. And Steve's not happy about it.  (Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x OFC,)  Smut, fluff, angst, violence.

El Amor Todo Lo Puede

Also on AO3

(Chicago PD, Med, Fire, Justice, L&O SVU)  For those who like a lot of story with your smut.  Starts in Chicago, goes to New York (Peter Stone x OC, Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x OC, Rafael Barba x OFC).  Has alternate happy endings.  Smut, fluff, angst.  

It’s Complicated    

Epilogues:  Surprise Party      Expectations

Also on AO3

(Law & Order SVU)  How does “hate at first sight” become “where have you been all my life”?  (Rafael Barba x OFC)  Story-driven, with smut, fluff, angst.

Cinderella of Chicago 

Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3  Chapter 4 Part 1  Chapter 4 Part 2  Chapter 5

Also on AO3

(Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, Chicago PD)    Brian “Otis” Zvonecek meets a great girl at a fan convention, but they get separated and she disappears, leaving behind part of her costume.  Lots of story.  Fluff, light smut, little bit of angst.  (Brian “Otis” Zvonecek x OFC)

Becoming Mike

Also on AO3

(Law & Order SVU)  Mike Dodds had no idea when he took the job at SVU that he’d be blindsided by meeting Sonny Carisi.  Falling in love with Sonny means Mike will have to find the courage to figure out who he is, and what he wants.   Lots of story, smut, angst.  (Mike Dodds x Sonny Carisi)

No One Else  

Chapters 1-6    Chapter 7       Also on AO3

(Law & Order SVU)  Detective Sonny Carisi falls helplessly in love with OC Kate Kinsella.  But when his dreams begin to come true, they realize there is no way to stay together, so they say goodbye.  Until years later, Assistant District Attorney Carisi tries a case in which Kate is a witness, and they realize it’s  never been over, for either of them.  Story, smut, fluff, angst, pining.  (Sonny Carisi x OFC)

Best That You Can Do

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5   Chapter 6

Also on AO3

(Law & Order: SVU)  Possibly WIP.  When Chief Dodds sees his son, Mike, with his staff member, OC Kaitlyn Myers, he realizes she's perfect for him.  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...  Smut, Fluff, Angst, Pining.  (Miike Dodds x OFC)

[dynowrites]

ive seen a post theorizing about a mike dodds return, and i kinda want it to happen, cause i miss mike, even tho its 100% a crack theory, lol

The theory I know is that he went undercover and faked his death.

I miss him too, babes. I really do. I still can’t watch Heartfelt Pasaages without getting choked up.