#mike dodds x original character

[winchesterszvonecek]

Blood Bound 18+

// Mike Dodds x Original Character \\

Summary: After stumbling upon the quaint little establishment of Salem’s Bar, Mike makes it his mission to finally muster up the courage to ask out the bartender who so easily stole his heart.

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Chapter 1: A Night at Salem’s

Chapters 1/? (ongoing - fixated)

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Rules, Guidelines, etc.:

[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

Here’s a link to my Ko-Fi, in case you want to support me financially. It would mean a lot to me! (Obviously no obligation whatsoever! You never have to pay for anything on my blog, it’s merely an option for donations.)

Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:

Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.

NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).

Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)

Current number of requests: 10

Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

[thebestdefence]

Independent & MUTUALS ONLY MULTIMUSE featuring both canon & original characters from 'Law & Order: Special Victims Unit'.

NON-RP BLOGS & NON-MUTUALS : DO NOT INTERACT WITH WISHLIST AND IN CHARACTER POSTS.

Mun & muses are 21+. WRITTEN BY : Shelley.​ POST BANNER TEMPLATE BY : creationcolor @ devianartart [x]

MUSES (Primary, Secondary, By Request).

Rafael Barba.

Olivia Benson.

Fin Tutuola.

Mike Dodds.

Nick Amaro.

Sarah Thompson (OC).

Reza Saberi (OC).

Mercy Mazani (OC).

MUSE MENU(S) // MEMES // PROMO // PSA // OOC

RULES

(Rules are below the cut).

Muns inspiration can vary from time to time and sometimes she can only get herself to reply to certain threads/asks/muses/muns. This is in no way a reflection of you or your muses & is solely down to mun. Mun cannot force herself to reply to something as it will cause her to lose interest and inspiration in more things. We are all here for fun after all.

FOLLOWING / INTERACTING

This blog is mutuals only.

If they are not following you back, there will not be interactions, sorry. Please respect this.

If there is a mutual follow, then they definitely want to interact with you.

If you do not have a rules page, mun will not follow back.

NON-RP BLOGS & NON MUTUALS : DO NOT INTERACT WITH WISHLIST AND IN CHARACTER POSTS.

DISLIKES / TRIGGERS

Mun will not rp with any comic/animated/game characters unless they use a non-animated FC. There may be some very limited exceptions. But only if mun chooses.

Due to the nature of the 'Law & Order' franchise, there will be triggering content found within. Mun will do their best to tag triggers, but some may still be missed (not intentionally). If something triggers you, or you feel something should be tagged, please let mun know.

Triggers will be tagged ' tw ___ ' & ' ___ tw '.

Though it is not triggering, mun has come to realise that sometimes sending memes whilst giving ideas/prompts on it causes my head to completely block any chance I have of answering the meme. I don't know why this makes it difficult for me, but it does. If we have a developed storyline between our muses, smaller ideas are okay.

Please refrain from sending large amounts of memes/asks from the same meme post. This is something mun used to be okay with but it now becomes quite overwhelming as I try to get through things in my inbox. Two to three at most should be okay, unless we have a fully developed verse/relationship between our muses. Then more is okay.

PHOBIAS

- moths (and to a lesser extent, butterflies).

( if you could tag any pictures of moths & butterflies with tw: moths & tw: butterflies, it would be greatly appreciated. )

'DO NOT INTERACT'

If you have any of these Fandoms, muses or use any of these face claims, please do not follow unless you have tag(s) that I can specifically block. If I go through your muse list and see any of these (and there is no tag i can block), you will be softblocked. I mean no offense to you the mun with these. I have varying reasons for these being here, so I am not comparing some face claims/fandoms to others. Please respect what I have listed to make myself comfortable.

If I am already following you before 7th, September 2024, I will remain following & interacting with you as I am not planning on removing anyone I already follow and I can work around things.

- Wizarding World (Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts, etc), JKR, Armie Hammer, Amber Heard, Jared Leto, Glee, 'femswapped' muses, kid show characters.

SHIPPING & NSFW

Both Mun & ALL MUSES are 25+.

Please check each muses about page as to what their sexual orientation is.

There will be no smut with any muses or muns below 21.

Please do not assume romantic or sexual relationships between my muses and yours. If you have an idea for any of them, please contact me in an IM or ask. If there has been a canon relationship between the muses, we can discuss in IMs.

There will be nsfw content found within, which will all be tagged with ‘ns.fw’ ( and ns.fwish to a lesser extent). If mun misses something, please let them know so that it can be tagged.

None of the muses will participate in smut immediately with anyone. Mun prefers to have things to develop naturally.

WISHLISTS

If you would like to plot, do a starter or just talk about a wishlist idea I have for one of my muses, you will have to either comment, IM or send an Ask as my anxiety makes it extremely difficult to approach, even for these.

ABOUT MUN

Muns name is Shelley.

She/They.

Mun lives in England.

Both mun & Rafael are 25+.

Mun has a special needs daughter who is autistic with severe learning difficulties. If muns daughter takes her away from Tumblr, please be patient.

Mun is autistic (diagnosed January 2021) & is still learning about what that means for her. Please be patient with them. She also has undiagnosed ADHD.

Mun has a condition called ’hypermobility syndrome’ which affects all ligaments in their body.

[emmabean517]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mike Dodds/Original Female Character(s), Olivia Benson/Ed Tucker Characters: Mike Dodds, Original Female Character(s), Ed Tucker, William Dodds, Olivia Benson, Noah Porter Benson, Rafael Barba, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, Amanda Rollins, Original Male Character(s), Jesse Rollins, Frannie the Dog (L&O: SVU) Summary:

After finally regaining some of the family she had lost as a child, Aubree Tucker was finally beginning to feel whole again when her secret boyfriend and love of her life, Mike Dodds, had been shot and died from the injuries he sustained in the line of duty doing what he was best at, saving others. Three months ago, Aubree would have told you the hardest thing she had to do was watch the funeral of her boyfriend from a distance. Little did she know that her world was going to be rocked when she realized that the world would forever be left with a little piece of Mike no one would could have possibly dreamed of.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Law & Order: SVU Masterlist

Rafael Barba x Female Reader

Surprise

A Hero’s Welcome 

Nick Amaro x Female Reader

Lost Time

Whatever You Want

How Was Your Day?

Keep A Straight Face

Nick Amaro x Original Male Character (Channeling Bobby Cannavale)

Carlos de Columbia

Part 1     Part 2

Sonny Carisi x Female Reader

Some Kind of Love

Let me Stay

Mike Dodds x Female Reader

Hot Hot Heat

Call Me Michael

You’re Freezing

Mike Dodds x Nick Amaro

In the Ring

Amanda Rollins x Sonny Carisi

You Don’t Get It

Partner

Amanda Rollins x Sonny Carisi x Nick Amaro

Reunion

Sonny Carisi x Charles Boyle (Brooklyn 99)

Cooking Class

Rafael Barba x Raymond Holt (Brooklyn 99)

I Disagree

SVU Quad x Trouble in the Heights Crossover

Bad Bitch

[adarafaelbarba]

Masterlist

* - Requested / Only on request ** - Self indulgent

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Law and Order SVU

- Sonny Carisi

- Rafael Barba

- Mike Dodds

- Nick Amaro

- Kat Tamin

- Peter Stone

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Raúl Esparza Characters

- Frederick Chilton

- Bryan Kneef

- Nevada Ramirez

- Jackson Neill

- Jonas Nightingale

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Chicago PD

- Jay Halstead

- Antonio Dawson

- Adam Ruzek

~~~

Chicago Fire

- Matt Casey

- Kelly Severide

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Marvel Cinematic Universe

- Everett Ross**

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Mayans MC

- Angel Reyes

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A Discovery of Witches

- Marcus Whitmore 🎭

- Philippe De Clermont 🌹

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Doctor Who*

- Ninth Doctor

- Tenth Doctor

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Les Misérables**

- Enjolras x Éponine x Grantaire

- Combeferre

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Kingsman

- Charlie Hesketh

- Merlin

~~~

The Originals*

- Elijah Mikaelson

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Harry Potter*

- Marauders + Lily Evans + reader

- James Potter x reader

[lettersofwrittencollective]

I am now only accepting requests if submitted to my ask box.  

I am willing to push the limits in just about anything but I will not write about anything that has to do with bodily fluid/ excrement as a kink (no scat play, no golden showers etc)  and absolutely no Pedophilia.

If you want smut, I need you to tell me what kinks are a no no for you.

If you ask me to write for a character that is underage, there will be no smut unless they are aged up.  (My big one is Teen Wolf, as you see there is no real smut for the in cannon times but I will definitely write smut for the characters)

If it’s on my Masterlist I will most likely write for it - some of these state that  there are characters I won’t work with however. I also have a list of Characters below that I will for sure write for if you wanna ask about a specific fandom or character feel free to :)  

Unless otherwise stated, I will work under female reader requests. You want gender neutral or male!reader please clarify that- I can also do cannon ships but those don’t seem as popular here.

If you want an OC - I am going to need details (name, nicknames, general personality, hair length, eye color, etc) this can be sent in more than one ask if you are Anon or if you request from your own Tumblr, we can chat

What kind of ending do you want?

Please give me a little bit to work with - if it’s something like “Stiles x Reader, friends to lovers trope” this can be interpreted in lot of ways… try something like “Stiles x reader, Friends to lovers  where the two have been friends since they were children and after seeing her at homecoming, Stiles manages to confess his feelings- happy ending”  If you don’t know what you want, feel free to send that too but I will take full creative license. with it.

Book Series: 

ACOTAR (Sarah J. Maas)

Grishaverse (Leigh Bardugo)

 Dark Hunter Series (Sherrilyn Kenyon)

House of Night (P.C. Cast)

Twilight (Stephanie Meyer)

Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins)

Criminal Minds

David Rossi

Derek Morgan

Dr. Spencer Reid

Jennifer “JJ” Jareau

Luke Alvez

William LaMontagne Jr.

Dylan O’Brien Characters

Caleb Holloway

Mitch Rapp

Sam taylor

Stiles Stilinski

Stuart Twombly

Thomas (Maze Runner) 

Game of Thrones

Daenerys Targeryan

Dario Naharis

Gendry

Robb Stark

Harry Potter

Bellatrix Lestrange

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Newt Sacamander

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Tom Riddle

Weasley Boys

The Last Kingdom 

Aethelflaed

Aldhelm

Erik

Finan

Osferth

Sihtric

Young Ragnar

Uthred 

Law & Order: SVU

Chester Lake

Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr.

Nick Amaro

Peter Stone

Rafael Barba

Mike Dodds

John Munch

Marvel & DC

Aquaman

Constantine

Harley Quinn

Leonard Snart/ Captain Cold

Nyssa Al Ghula/ Nyssa Raatko

Oliver Queen

Robin

Roy Harper

Thea Queen

Steve Trevor

Wonder Woman

Maze Runner

Gally

Newt

Thomas

Medici

Francesco de’Pazzi

Giuliano de’Medici

Lorenzo de’Medici

Peaky Blinders

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

John Shelby

Michael Gray

Thomas Shelby

Supernatural

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jordan Parrish

Lydia Martin

Theo Raeken

Void!Stiles

Vampire Diaries (Including The Originals and Legacies)

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson

Enzo

Hope Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Landon Kirby

Niklaus Mikaelson

Stevan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

Vikings

Bishop Heahmund

Floki

Halfdan the Black

Ivar the Boneless

King Harald Finehari

Ragnar

Ubbe Thomas

[locke-writes]

Follower Voted Content #2

With the first follower voted content going over so well, I’m going to continue it! Voting will end this Friday and the winner will be written and posted on Oct 2! You can vote for as many of the ideas that you like!

Fandom: Law & Order SVU. Character: Mike Dodds. Idea: Soulmate!AU where you see color after meeting your soulmate for the first time. Mike meets you while interviewing witnesses and the two of you have to keep pretending like you haven’t met until the case is finished. Additional Info: Slight Angst but mostly Fluff

Fandom: Marvel. Character: Multi. Idea: Post-Endgame canon song fic based on/inspired by Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story from Hamilton which examines the lives of the Avengers, the world, and the reader after the death of Tony Stark. Additional Info: Reader has a platonic relationship with Tony, mostly angst but if really just an excuse to write how the world looks without Iron Man

Fandom: Criminal Minds. Character: Aaron Hotchner. Idea: Song fic based on Moral of the Story by Ashe in which the reader has gotten out of an abusive relationship and after much help from the BAU as well as healing they begin to rebuild and start noticing feelings for Hotch. Additional Info: Will have some minor descriptions of the abusive relationship but is meant to be a fluff-angst piece examining the building of romantic relationships afterwards

Fandom: Baby Driver. Character: Buddy. Idea: Sequel to Twitch and Speak that deals with Migraines. Focus will be on the effect migraines have as well as the toll that muscle twitches can take when you are already in pain. Additional Info: The two prior fics can be read as standalone pieces and this would be meant to as well

Fandom: Law & Order SVU. Character: Mike Dodds. Idea: Expansion to the Imagine Mike Dodds coming to speak with you after a particularly difficult case. Would be them reconciling and getting back together. Additional Info: I see it expanding the case and then providing details about the past relationship while paving the way for the future one

Fandom: Marvel. Character: Tony Stark. Idea: A song fic based on If I Fail You from Starkid’s Black Friday musical. Additional Info: It’s more going to be Tony reflecting on how he is as a father compared to Howard and providing a look into Tony as a father but also what it’s like to be a Stark child

Fandom: X-Men. Character: Logan Howlett/Wolverine. Idea: Set during/post X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Logan had a young child who he left with neighbors when he went after Stryker. As reader is a mutant they ended up at the Xavier school. When Logan shows up without his memory it’s a matter of helping him figure out who he is. Additional Info: Logan won’t get his memory back but there will be parts where the child is reminiscing about moments with Logan so there are going to be memory tidbits

As always, send your votes as an ask!

[carisi-dreams]

Fictober 2019 Round-up!

Sonny Carisi x Reader

“It will be fun, trust me.” (bonnie&clyde!au)

“No, and that’s final.” 

“Listen, I can’t explain it, you’ll have to trust me.” (mc!au)

“What if I don’t see it?” (bonnie&clyde!au)

“I can’t come back.” (bonnie&clyde!au)

“Listen. No, really listen.”

“You could talk about it, you know?” 

“Change is annoyingly difficult.” (mc!au)

“You keep me warm.” (Halloween themed) 

“I’m doing this for you.” (Halloween themed) 

“Scared, me?” (Halloween themed) 

Nick Amaro x Reader

“I know you didn’t ask for this.” (motorcycleclub!au)

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

“Yes, I admit it, you were right.”

“Can you wait for me?” (Halloween themed)

“I’m with you, you know that.” (Halloween themed)

Sonny Carisi x Nick Amaro

“Just follow me, I know the area.” (titanic!au)

“Patience… is not something I’m known for.” (underworld!au)

“I could really eat something.” (Halloween themed)

Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot

“Now? Now you listen to me?”

“There is a certain taste to it.” 

“It’s not always like this.” 

“Enough! I heard enough.” (Halloween themed)

Alex Cabot x Reader

“Secrets? I love secrets.”

Casey Novak x Carmen

“I might just kiss you.”

“There is a certain taste to it.” 

Sonny Carisi x Carmen

“There is just something about them/her/him.” 

Peter Stone x Mike Dodds x Rafael Barba (titanic!au)

“I never knew it could be this way.” 

Sonny Carisi x Miguel Galindo (cartel!au)

“Can you stay?”

“We could have a chance.” 

Razor x Veronica (original characters from the mc!au)

“Yes, I’m aware. Your point?”

“You can’t give more than yourself.”

[lovemesomerafael]

Best That You Can Do               Chapter 2:  The Surprise

Not-dead Mike Dodds x Original female character (Of course there’s smut, he deserves it)

Read Chapter 1    Read it on AO3

Mike Dodds.  Mike fucking Dodds.  Kaitlyn can’t get him out of her mind.  She has to give it to the Chief; his kid is everything he said he was. He’s also a cheating piece of shit. Kaitlyn hates everything about what happened that night.  She hates that she was so blown away by him the second they met, she hates that she came on like a thirsty ho, she hates that every moment they spent together had been electric, and she hates that it all ended because his damned girlfriend called while he was still in her bed.  But more than all of that, she hates that she absolutely cannot stop thinking about him.

It’s been three days now, and she can still feel the way he kissed.  Still gets aftershocks thinking about his body and the way he made her feel. It’s not helping that she works with his father, whom he looks an awful lot like, and who has about a hundred pictures of him all over his office.  The Chief actually jokingly asked her if she was avoiding him, because she has been avoiding his office, and all those damn pictures.  But she’s got a job to do, and she’s old enough to be able to get over a mistaken one-night stand.  She needs to pull it together. ��

The Chief had asked her about him the next morning, and she’d almost jumped out of her skin.

“How’d you like Mike?” He’d asked.

“What?”  She’d practically shrieked.

“I didn’t realize you two hadn’t met before.  But now that you have, you seemed to hit it off.  What did you think?  Did I lie?”

“No, Sir, you didn’t lie. Here are the talking points for our meeting-“

“What, you didn’t like him?”

“No, I thought he was nice. Tall.  So, talking points?”

He’d given her a look then. Chief Dodds isn’t stupid.  “You don’t like him.”

“Sir, you’re freaking me out a little here.  What is it I’m supposed to say?”  OK, maybe that was a little snippier than she’d meant to be.  But damn.  

“Oh, I don’t know, I just thought you looked like you hit it off.  You’re both important to me.  I’d like it if you got along.”

“We did, Sir.  We mostly complained about you.  There might have even been a little mocking.”

“All right, all right.”

“Well, you asked. Repeatedly.”

“You’re right.  I did.  So, you did like him?”

“Yes, Sir, I can honestly say I liked him.  Now can we please get to work?  This meeting is going to be delicate.”

“OK, Boss.”  The Chief had given Kaitlyn that smile that means he’s pleased with her.  She’d felt a flash of irrational annoyance.  Why the fuck did he have to be so obsessed with his perfect son, who is actually a sleazy creep?  

Now, sitting at her desk staring uselessly out the window, Kaitlyn wonders what the Chief would say if he knew she’d fucked his perfect son’s brains out a few hours after they met because he conveniently forgot to mention he had a fucking girlfriend. Ugh.  Her phone rings.  It’s Eleanor.

“You have a visitor.”

Kaitlyn blinks.  “I don’t have an appointment this morning.”

“She says she’s a friend.”

“Oh.  OK.  I’ll be right out.”

The woman in the outer office is pretty, and her outfit looks expensive.  Her reddish-blonde hair is shoulder-length and shiny.  But Kaitlyn’s never seen her before in her life.  

“I… uh…”  She says as she crosses the outer office to where the woman is standing glancing out the window.

“Are you Kaitlyn?” The woman asks, a note of superiority in her voice.  She’s speaking too quietly for Eleanor to hear.

“Yes.  And you are…?”

“My name is Susan Eisenberg,” she hisses.  “I’m Mike Dodds’s girlfriend.  And you aren’t.  So I would ask you to please stay the hell away from him.”

Kaitlyn feels a cold brick form in her gut.  What the actual fuck.  “That won’t be a problem.”

For a moment, the women just look at one another, Susan giving Kaitlyn the once-over with a barely-controlled sneer, Kaitlyn resisting the urge to punch her in the nose on general principle.

“Is there anything else?” Kaitlyn asks, trying hard for a neutral tone.

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

Susan turns to leave, but at that moment, Chief Dodds returns to the office from his breakfast meeting.  He’s obviously surprised to see Susan here, and Kaitlyn doesn’t think it looks like a good surprise.  Hmmm. Interesting.

“Susan!  What are you doing here?”  He asks, missing a beat before his pleasant politician’s mask takes over his features.  

It doesn’t even occur to Kaitlyn to go back to her office.  It’s like watching a reality show.  Although Kaitlyn doesn’t notice, Eleanor’s glued to the scene, too.

Susan steps up and hugs the Chief, who does not look like that’s something he welcomes.  

“Hi, Will.  I just stopped by to tell Kaitlyn something.  I’m in a hurry, though, so I need to get going. It’s lovely to see you, though.  ‘Bye!”  Susan glides gracefully but quickly out the door.  

The Chief looks at Kaitlyn with raised eyebrows.  “You know Susan?  I didn’t know that.”

Kaitlyn has to resort to the cheesy tactic of faking a cough to give herself a second to think.  She has absolutely no idea what to say.  But she knows Eleanor didn’t hear the conversation and her generous nature takes over.  She covers for Mike, the scumbag.  “I don’t, actually.  She’s, um, a friend of a friend.  She just came in to give me a message.  Never met her before.”

The Chief looks relieved. “Oh.  She used to date Mike, you know.”

Kaitlyn can’t help it. It comes out before she can stop it. “Used to?”

“I don’t think it was very serious.  I’m glad, actually.  She’s a little spoiled.  Not somebody I’d want for him.”  

“Did it…  end recently?  She seemed happy to see you.”

“Oh, that’s kind of what she’s like.  Presumptuous, if you ask me.  Anyway,” he says vaguely, and heads back toward his office.  

Kaitlyn realizes he hasn’t answered her question, but she can’t really ask again.  

 That afternoon, Kaitlyn is supposed to be polishing a speech the Chief has to give that night. Instead, she’s thinking about Mike Dodds’s abs.  Again. She hears her phone ping softly to let her know she has a text.

Mike Dodds: Dad says Susan came to see you today. I can imagine why.  I’m SO sorry.  Please let me explain.  I swear it’s not as bad as it looks.

Kaitlyn sighs at the surge of adrenaline she feels when she sees it’s from him.  But fool me once…  She texts him back.

Kaitlyn Myers: Don’t care.  Your problem.  

She hates that she’s disappointed he doesn’t try to text her back.

Part of Kaitlyn’s job is to staff the Chief when he’s at events, like the banquet where he’s giving a speech tonight.  She’d really like to be able to just go home, but she puts on the black dress she brought for the event.  It’s not a formal event, but it is an evening banquet, so her work suit isn’t really appropriate.  She does like her dress, though.  It’s fairly simple, which is appropriate for her background role here, but it has off-the-shoulder three-quarter sleeves and a heart-shaped neckline she really likes, plus the skirt is puffy and short, which makes her legs look great.  Bare, as it turns out, but great.

She’s not in the mood for nylons any more than she is for the banquet itself, and she swears a blue streak when she puts two fingernails through trying to get them on, making a huge hole that immediately becomes a three-inch run in the fabric.  She doesn’t have a backup pair.  Great.  One more wonderful aspect of this glorious day.  She angrily tosses the brand-new nylons in the trash and gets out some lotion to rub on her legs.  It’s going to have to do.

When she’s dressed, she leaves her office to see if the Chief’s ready yet.  He’s already waiting in the outer office, looking amused.  

“You all right?  I thought I heard some colorful language in there.”

“Nylons.  ‘Nuff said.”

“I’m starting to think I should add a line item in the budget for hosiery for you.  You don’t have very good luck with those things.”

“Tell you what.  Stop making me go to these blasted events and you’ll save the Department a lot of money.”

“Not on your life.  I rely on you for about ten thousand things. You know that.  Anyway, tonight you’ll be glad you came with me.”  Chief Dodds opens the door to the hallway for Kaitlyn and they head for the elevator.

“Why’s that?”

“I have a surprise for you.”

“I’ve worked for you for over three years, Sir.  You know I hate surprises.”

“You’ll like this one.”

“That’s what you said about that Estonian restaurant.  Remember?”

“Will you ever let me forget?  Anyway, this is a sure thing.  You’ll see.”

“Sir-“

“Shut up and enjoy your surprise.  That’s an order.”

“You’re not paying me enough,” she grouses.

The banquet is a snooze, as most of them are.  The best that can be said for it is that the Chief’s speech goes well and there are, in fact, no surprises.  Kaitlyn’s a little confused by that, but relieved.  As the evening winds down, she begins to see the telltale signs that the Chief is, at last, ready to leave.  Thank God.  She can’t wait to take a long, hot shower and collapse into bed.  

Except that, when they leave the hotel’s banquet room, the Chief leads her into the bar instead of out the door.  “Come on. It’s time for your surprise.”

“The surprise I don’t want? That surprise?”

“The surprise I ordered you to like,” he smiles.  His eyes are twinkling alarmingly.  “C’mon. I’ll buy you a drink.”

Kaitlyn doesn’t want to stay, but she does want a stiff drink, so she agrees.  Plus, she can’t help but be a little curious about what kind of surprise he could be planning to give her in a bar.

And, as if this day couldn’t get any longer or more exhausting, the Chief leads her to a booth where his supposedly perfect but actually really fucking flawed son is sitting expectantly.  It is unequivocally not a good surprise.  In fact, it takes every ounce of energy Kaitlyn has not to turn around and stomp out, or scream any of the angry, bitter things that go rocketing through her mind.  She tries to sit next to the Chief on his side of the booth, but he insists she sit with Mike.  Of course he does.  Oh, fuck, she realizes, he’s matchmaking.  Kill me now.  She doesn’t know what the hell Mike’s doing, but she really, really should have known this is what the Chief was up to.

A waiter comes immediately to the booth and asks what they’d like to drink.  Kaitlyn orders a double Dewar’s, because Mike looks like a fucking snack.  He’s still wearing his work clothes.  He also looks really anxious.  Good. You should be, you snake.  I could out you to your father anytime I want. She knows she won’t, but he doesn’t.

“So, surprise,” the Chief says.  “Mike agreed to join us for a drink.”

“I was kind of hoping it was a raise,” Kaitlyn says, and the Chief laughs as if it’s funny.  Mike smiles dutifully, but he doesn’t laugh.  He hears her message loud and clear.

“How’d the speech go?” Mike asks his dad, and for a minute the Chief goes on about the evening, and the crowd’s reaction.  

It gives Kaitlyn a second to think, and what she thinks is that she’s been had.  The Chief’s just a romantic sap with a soft spot for his son, which is why he’s trying to set them up.  She doesn’t appreciate the blindside, and she thinks he should know her better than to think she would.  But she gets it.  Mike, though, gets no similar consideration.  Mike has deliberately tricked her.  Again.  He’s trying to force her to listen to whatever sorry-ass explanation he has for cheating on his girlfriend, as though Kaitlyn gives a rat’s ass why.  Cheating, for her, is an absolute, permanent dealbreaker.  Nothing he could possibly say will make the slightest bit of difference.

“Kait, you’re not saying anything.  Why don’t you tell Mike the story of how you got Channel Four to kill the hatchet-job piece they were going to run on the Millar case?”

“Mike doesn’t want to hear that story.”

“Of course I do.  What happened?”  

The look Kaitlyn gives Mike is, she hopes, enough to freeze his blood.  “Nothing.  They called me for a quote, and I happened to know the woman who called.  Simple as that.”

“Oh, it was nowhere near as simple as that, and you know it.”  The Chief thinks she’s being bashful.  God bless him, he’s a brilliant politician, but he’s got a total blind spot when it comes to his son.  It would never occur to him that Kaitlyn is refusing to play because she loathes him. So the Chief tells the story, in charming, humorous detail that is far more flattering to Kaitlyn than the real facts deserve.  Mike’s making all the appropriate noises, but he keeps trying to catch Kaitlyn’s eye and she keeps resolutely refusing even to look at him.  Meanwhile, the Chief goes on with the conversation he’s having, while the silent argument simmers between Mike and Kaitlyn.

It goes on like that, until they’ve finished their drinks and the Chief pays the bill.  “Keep a tab open,” he tells the waiter.  “Bring them each another drink, and whatever else they want, just put it all on that card.”

“No, Chief, it’s late. I really need to get home. Besides, you’re my ride-“

“Nonsense.  Mike will get you home.  You two stay here, get to know each other.  On me.”

He says goodnight with a self-satisfied smile, fully confident in each of them to charm the other. Kaitlyn wants to scream.  Still, she just doesn’t have it in her to tell her boss that his beloved son is a bottom-feeder, so she doesn’t push it. She’ll just wait until he leaves, then tell Mike to leave her the fuck alone, and get a cab home.  She does, however, get up and switch sides of the booth. It’s been entirely too pleasant to feel Mike’s warmth along her side while she’s been sitting next to him.

“Don’t do that again,” she growls to Mike when the Chief’s gone.

“I’m sorry.  I know I put you in an awkward position, but I need to explain.”  Mike looks adorably earnest, the asshole.

“That may be what you need. What I need is for you to understand that I do not want to see you.  Or talk to you.  Your girlfriend has to deal with your cheating.  I don’t.”

The waiter arrives with their fresh drinks, so they have to be quiet for a moment.  Kaitlyn can see that Mike’s dying to say whatever it is he has to say, and he starts in immediately as soon as the waiter takes the first step from the table.

“She’s not my girlfriend-“

“Stop.  I don’t care.  As far as I’m concerned, you’re scuzz.  There is nothing you can say to me that will change that.  I get that your dad wants us to be friends, and he’s important to both of us, so I’ll be polite to you when I have to.  But don’t kid yourself.  I am not, nor will I ever be, interested in you, or any explanations you might think you have for sleeping with me when you have a girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

“Well, she thinks she is, and that means you gave her reason to.  I don’t care.”  Kaitlyn tosses off half her drink and starts to slide out of the booth.

Mike puts a hand out and lays it on her arm.  She hates that the feeling of him touching her derails her completely and she stops moving.

“At least finish your drink. Let me get you home safely.  If you don’t want to hear it, I’ll respect that.”

Kaitlyn has no control over the way she scoots back to her seated position and picks up her drink, taking another fairly healthy swallow.  She’s scowling at the table as she fights not to hear her mind saying that she’s playing with fire.  

“Can I at least apologize for you having to deal with Susan coming to your office?  That, at least, won’t be happening again.”

Kaitlyn shrugs.  “She’s got spunk.  I like her.”

“She’s psychotic.”

“Don’t care.  If you must speak, let’s talk about something else. Tell me about the time you got shot in the arm.”

“Yeah,” he grins, and Kaitlyn’s guts twist in a way that would be pleasant if he wasn’t a troll.  “Makes sense you’d want to hear about me getting shot right about now.”

So he tells her the story while they finish their drinks.  She can see he’s nursing his to prolong this, but she’s going to leave the second hers is gone, so it doesn’t matter.  It’s a very interesting story, and pretty soon he’s telling her the whole, long saga of Greg Yates.  She’s drawn in despite herself.  She’s only reminded that she hates Mike when the waiter returns to ask if they’d like another drink.

“No, thank you, I’m leaving,” Kaitlyn announces.  Mike gets up, too.  

“I’ll take you home.”

“I can get a cab.”

“Don’t do yourself a disservice just to spite me.  My car’s right here, you’ll get home faster, and it won’t cost you anything.”

That makes sense, actually. She’s a tired and she’s fairly buzzed. What the hell.

“Fine,” she sighs.

In the confines of the car, she realizes just how damn good he smells.  She doesn’t know if he’s wearing cologne, but there’s some kind of scent there, on top of the delicious smell of his skin, which is giving her a body memory that’s not helping the situation.  They’re silent on the short drive to her apartment building. Miraculously, there’s a car just pulling out from a space right in front.  Mike pulls in.  

“Kaitlyn, I wish you’d let me talk to you about this.”

She sighs and opens the door.  Stepping onto the sidewalk, she thanks him brusquely for the ride and closes it again. She’s a tangle of feelings as she fumbles in her purse for her keys.  She finds them quickly enough, and opens the heavy front door, but not before he’s standing just behind her.

“Mike, what the hell?” She moans tiredly, noticing in the back of her mind that she keeps going into the foyer and up the stairs.

He doesn’t answer, just follows her.  She lets him.

As soon as the door to her apartment is open, his arms are around her and she’s turning toward him. They tear at clothes, shedding the bare minimum because, when Mike tries to move them toward her bedroom, she growls into his mouth, “Fuck you.  You’re not getting back in my bed.”

He groans at that, which she thinks might be a combination of lust and disappointment, but she loses that train of thought because, since she’s already torn off her panties, he turns them and moves into her until her back is against the wall of the little hallway through her apartment.  There’s moaning and panting, but no talking.  Mike tries once to say something, but Kaitlyn cuts him off.

“Just shut up and fuck me.” With that, she pulls his mouth back to hers, pushes his pants and briefs down around his knees, and wraps a leg around his waist.  

He picks her up easily, moving their hips so that he’s lined up, and shoves his huge cock into her. She’s not complaining.  In fact, she’s pulling him into her with her arms and legs, and she’s gasping with what is obviously pleasure.  

“Fuck…” Mike hisses, beginning a hard, fast rhythm.  She’s pinned between him and the wall, which means he’s in control.  She wonders where his “thing” about consent went, although she’s making it very obvious that this is what she wants.  

“Dammit… Mike… you… shit…” she pants, in rhythm with his thrusting.

“Fuck, Kaitlyn…”

“I’m… throwing you… out… soon as I… come…”

She can feel his deep chuckle through the shirt he’s still wearing.  

It doesn’t take long. She feels a deep, pulling, tingling begin and lays her head back against the wall, concentrating on rubbing her engorged clit against his pubic bone with every stroke.  Later, she’ll regret the fact that she begins to cry his name, and keeps it up as she crests the wave of her orgasm and feels him speed his thrusts as his shouts join hers.

They stay like that, him leaning against her with his hands under her thighs, her with her back against the wall and her head thrown back, clinging to him with all her limbs, as they try to catch their breath.  It’s minutes later when he finally lets her down.  

She huffs in annoyance as she smooths her dress back down her body to try to regain a little of her dignity.  “Go home,” she says as she picks up her panties and shoes, and begins to walk down the hall to her bedroom.

She hears him chuckle as he’s re-doing his pants, which irritates her further and she turns around. She notices then that he was wearing his coat and tie through that entire event.  But what really pisses her off is that he’s grinning at her smugly.

“You like me,” he drawls.

“I like sex,” she retorts. “Get over yourself.”

“Uh-huh.”  

She turns back around and goes into her bedroom.  She’s reaching back to unzip her dress when she hears him let himself out.  Muttering to herself as she pads down the hall to engage the locks, she doesn’t realize she’s wearing a big, involuntary smile that’s entirely inconsistent with the things she’s telling herself she thinks about Mike Dodds.  

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Blood Bound 18+

Chapter 1 - A Night at Salem’s

Word Count: 6162

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It was an hour or two out from closing when Mike finally ducked into the familiar cover of Salem's Bar, rustling a few stubborn raindrops from the length of his hair as he allowed the comforting warmth of the establishment to engulf him entirely. 

For a while there, he didn’t think he’d have made it in time to hear the bell that would chime at last call. He had piles of paperwork stacked high on his desk needing one thing or another done to them and whilst he knew he should still be at the precinct continuing to make a dent into them, they were honestly the very last thing on Mike’s mind right now. 

Staring mindlessly at case files and crime scene photos on a Thursday night wasn’t exactly the most exciting, or cheerful, thing that he could do with his time. Not when there was something far, far more appealing that he could spend the rest of his night focusing his attention on, allowing time to drift idly by around him as he did nothing but nurse his drink and watch the bar’s owner like she were his favourite TV show. 

And yes, he knows, it was rather stalker-ish of him to come here solely to hide in the shadows and gawk at her whilst she worked, but he simply couldn’t help it.

The very second the bar’s tudor door, complete with old fashioned iron handles and a deep red stained glass window at the top, clicked shut behind him, Mike had spotted her already. It wasn’t hard, honestly. She was always behind the bar serving drinks and even despite the dim, barely allowing you to properly see , candlelight of the wrought iron chandeliers that hung over his head, it was never hard for him to find her. 

As though a bright white light emanated from behind every fibre of her being, Callie’s presence alone could light up the room more than he’d ever need it to. He was drawn to it. Like a magnet attracting him towards her, Mike made his way eagerly across the room the moment that light cut through the darkness and swallowed him entirely, the clicking of his shoes against the dark wooden floor barely audible over the music that drifted from the jukebox. 

He kept his eyes fixated solely on Callie as he delved further into the bar, passing a few patrons on their way to the door and watching as she wiped down a small portion of the mahogany bar top with the old rag she always had thrown over her shoulder. She was smiling, as usual. He couldn’t think of a time he’d ever seen her without it, and when she glanced over at him. When her eyes lit up as she saw him slowly approaching her to take up residence on his usual stool, that smile only deepened and Mike’s stomach all but flipped inside him. 

God, she was beautiful. Breathtaking, really, as he’d never seen a woman quite as radiant as she was in all his life. She’d caught his eye, and his ears, the very first day he found himself inside Salem’s. She had been singing, her band sometimes played an hour or two every so often and when he heard her voice? When that angelic — no, when that siren-esque tone of hers soared so intoxicatingly through the air and tempted him towards throwing himself overboard… he knew, in that moment, that he was done for. 

At this point, he was down so bad for her that he could practically feel the flames of Hell beneath his toes, all but laughing at him. Taunting and teasing him relentlessly for not being able to pull himself up by his bootstraps and do something about the feelings that swarmed inside of him. 

In the past, Mike had never had any trouble finding the courage to ask a pretty woman out. He’d actually been rather bold at times and could often have the recipient of his affections hanging both figuratively, and literally, off his arm, but when it came to Callie… When it came to seeing her charcoal eyes twinkling like stars in the dim light of the bar, sitting perfectly above that picture worthy smile he’d captured mentally only about a thousand times, there didn’t appear to be any questioning words rattling around inside Mike’s mind, that seemed to want to cross past his lips.   

“Hey,” Callie greeted, that heartwarming smile of hers still present on her pretty face as Mike perched himself onto his regular stool, his own lips twitching up at the very sight of her appearance before him. “I wasn’t sure if we’d see you tonight.”  

“Yeah, me neither,” Mike replied, trying his hardest to keep his cool as he slipped his arms out of his coat. Also, was it just him or did it sound like had she been waiting for him? “But you know how it is… Long day at the office.” 

“That’s unfortunate. You missed quite the show earlier.” Callie said, resting her arms lengthways atop the bar and leaning forward as Mike narrowed his eyes in question, prompting her to elaborate, “My drummer came down with the flu so instead of us performing our greatest hits… Big Al gave us all a rendition of his.” 

“Big Al?” Mike repeated, shocked to say the least as Al was well into his 60’s and spent the majority of the night passed out on his stool. “The guy who says dogs can’t look up…”

“They can’t,” Al mumbled gruffly from his spot about three stools down, his elbow then slipping from the bar top and sending his beer sloshing all over the place. 

Callie sighed exhaustively. Great, now she was going to have to go and clean that up before it seeped into the wood. 

“You’re telling me that he put on a show?” Mike asked doubtfully, pointing briefly at Al who was trying to scoop his beer off the bar top and back into his glass. He heard Callie hum quietly in agreement and he chuckled, shaking his head and focusing his attention back onto her. He paused for a moment, taking a second to simply drink in the glowing sight of her in front of him before his brow dipped curiously, and he just had to ask, “How was it?” 

“Surprisingly brilliant,” Callie replied, hearing a humourous, surprise-filled huff leave Mike’s nose as she pushed herself off the bar. “You want your usual?” 

“Please,” Mike replied, a soft smile rising on his lips as Callie nodded her head. He brought his hands up to rest on the bar top and laced his fingers together, his eyes remaining fixed on her as she ducked down, her dark hair falling briefly over her face as she grabbed an empty glass from beneath the bar and set it in front of him.  

Then, sliding, quite literally, across the smooth floor towards the liquor cabinet, Callie’s gaze quickly scanned the shelf for the bottle of goodscotch — as the bags beneath Mike’s eyes and the tension in his shoulders told her he needed it more than the cheap stuff that she was often inclined to use. She soon spotted the bottle, hiding behind the pink vodka with gold flakes that only one person ever seemed to order, and she grabbed it, hearing the gentle clink of its glass against the surrounding bottles. 

With the liquor in hand, Callie returned to Mike and poured him a rather generous helping, “This one’s on the house.” 

“You don’t have to do that,” Mike protested, yet his heart still flipped in his chest like it did each and every time she tried to offer him a free drink. 

She did it often. Very often, actually, and it was always with the good stuff. However, due to his inability to see through her facade, Mike never could tell whether she was simply being friendly… Trying to keep business by buttering up her regulars… Or if there was perhaps some other, possibly similar to that of his own reasoning for being here, meaning behind her blatant favouritism towards him. 

“I know I don’t have to,” Callie said casually, lowering the bottle to her side and leaning forward a touch, her elbow resting atop the bar. “But I want to. And if I find money for it under your glass when you leave, I’m barring you.” 

As the tips of his ears turned red Mike rolled his lips and nodded, offering Callie enough assurance that he wouldn’t, that she smiled in satisfaction before retreating back to the liquor cabinet to deposit the bottle. He let out a breath as she did, his shoulders loosening and his fingers curling tightly around the glass as he raised it, taking that first sip of alcohol to help try and steady his nerves.

The first subtle burn of the liquid as it ran down his throat did absolutely nothing for him. He still felt like he was sinking and it didn’t help that Callie had brought up the little detail of him secretly trying to pay her for the drinks. He hadn’t been expecting it, honestly, not in the slightest. Sure, he’d always leave her a little extra tip under his glass on days when she’d offer him a drink on the house, but he didn’t think she would have picked up on the true reasoning behind it. 

And it wasn’t because he was head over heels for her, although that contributed a little. No, it was more so because of the fact that the particular brand of scotch that she always supplied him with wasn’t exactly cheap. In fact, it could go for up to three hundred dollars a bottle and he never felt great about himself when she gave it to him for free, especially when he gave her nothing in return but a nervous smile and a mumbled thanks. He really wished he could muster up the courage to ask her to dinner. Or at least, find it in him to ask her to join him for a drink so that they could spend an hour, maybe even two, getting to know each other a little better. 

All they really knew about one another was their names, and in all honesty… it was getting to be rather exhausting for the both of them. 

“No, Al, you can’t…” As Callie sighed exasperatedly from the end of the bar, Mike shifted his attention towards her, just in time to see her trying to fend off a rather drunken Al. “Stop trying to suck the beer from the rag. I’ll get you a new one.” 

Al stopped immediately, his bushy eyebrow raising, “A free one?” 

“Yes,” Callie breathed out, pinching the bridge of her nose momentarily as why, oh why, did she willingly choose to surround herself with drunks? “I’ll give you a free one, but please try not to spill it.” 

“Maybe we should start putting it in a sippy cup,” Abby, the other bartender, suggested playfully as she made her way over with a crate of bottled beer. 

“Oh, if only,” Callie mumbled, hearing a quiet chuckle from Abby as she arched her back to allow her to pass. She then reached for Al’s glass, smacking his hand away as he tried to climb over the bar to grab it in order to drink the last few drops that he’d wringed out from a napkin. “Sit down or I’m cutting you off.”

Like a child, Al sat down instantly — innocently — and allowed Callie to start refilling his glass. 

It was safe to say that there was never a dull moment in Salem’s, and despite his inability to make it all the better for both himself and Callie, Mike was rather glad he’d opted to spend his night here rather than doing paperwork at the precinct. 

And sure, things could get crazy sometimes and he’d often have to put Al in a cab at the end of the night, but he loved it here. Even though the energy around him may have spooked him from time to time, what with the menacing red-eyed gargoyles mounted on the wall at either end of the bar, and the strangely lifelike model of Dracula that was suspended from the ceiling in the corner, he literally couldn’t think of a better place he wanted to be right now.

Or ever really, as any opportunity, no matter how short and sweet, that he got to spend with Callie, was far better than anything else he could possibly imagine himself doing. 

“Hell yeah, free beer!” 

Shaking his head at Al’s drunken cheer as he all but downed his free drink, Mike chuckled quietly into his own and returned his attention towards his reflection that resided in the extravagant, and rather impressive, ornate mirror that sat front and centre behind the bar. He’d never seen an object quite as magnificent as that in all his life, with the intricately carved detail to the brass border that was lit up by bright red LED lights, and the mere size of the mirror itself, he wouldn’t have put it past her if Callie had paid an absolute fortune simply to have it hang behind her. 

In fact, the entire bar was more than he ever could have expected and he wouldn’t have been surprised if half of the objects that resided within the stone walls each cost more than his yearly salary. That first day he stumbled his way inside to seek shelter from the rain, he’d had to do a double take as for a moment he thought he’d travelled, not only back through time, but halfway across the world too as it was almost like stepping inside an old, European tavern. 

Only this tavern would clearly have been run by Dracula, or at least a Dracula wannabe, as you would have to be blind, or have lived under a rock your whole life, to miss the not-so-subtle hints that revolved around those fanged mythical beings. 

For starters, the very liquor cabinet that Callie had just plucked his scotch from was coffin shaped. Not to mention the many blood themed drinks on the cocktail menu, which Mike wouldn’t lie about and say he hadn’t tried a few of… As he had. And they were amazing. Some of them even came served in blood bags or syringes for that extra added detail, and he had to say…he thoroughly enjoyed the experience. 

Callie had clearly put a lot of time, effort and money into opening this place and he commended her for it. The subtle nods towards all things legend of the vampire were truly exceptional, and even he himself had picked up on a few of them. 

For example, mounted behind the bar like a gun, or a fish, was an exact replica of the wooden stakes used in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Mike only knew that from the time he dated a girl obsessed with the show, but even if he hadn’t, it wouldn’t have been hard to guess which franchise the stake had been pulled from. 

Behind him, just above a cosy booth, was an oil painting of Nosferatu, which honestly kind of creeped him out a little and the first time he saw it in the reflection behind him he almost fell off his stool. Thankfully, Callie hadn’t seen that as she’d been up on stage, but it was safe to say that he was rather glad it was just a painting and not a life-sized replica placed eerily behind the door otherwise he might never have been able to return. 

That was about all the knowledge of vampirism Mike had when it came to Salem’s Bar. He knew the name, of course, he’d read Salem’s Lot in high school and remembered it well, but other than that…his mind drew blank at everything else. 

He didn’t know what the illuminated red sign that read Nadja’s was from, or who the little black haired porcelain doll was that sat beneath it. He had no clue why there was, what he hoped was a fake, machete mounted on the wall next to a decapitated head, or why it said ‘ eat it Twilight’ next to it, as he was fairly certain that head didn’t belong to anyone from those movies…and no he wouldn’t be explaining how he knew that. 

Anyway, moving swiftly on, there was a lot Mike didn’t understand about Salem’s. Like why, for thirty days each winter, there would be fake snow dusting the floor and fake blood splattered over the walls and windows. Or why there was a gun that looked like a penis mounted on the men’s bathroom door, but aside from all that, the place had quickly become a comfort to him. 

A home away from home, he should say, as he often found himself wishing he could stay here forever and I’ll let you in on a little secret… It wasn’t because of the tastefully themed decor. 

“You look like you could use another.” 

Mike was easily ripped from his puzzling thoughts — about the penis gun — when Callie’s addicting voice drifted towards him. He drew his gaze up to her almost immediately, feeling the intense flutter that always swarmed inside his chest when her lips curled upwards and she leaned contentedly against the bar. 

“You want the same?” Callie asked, her eyebrow arching as her tone bordered on flirtatious. “Or… do you want to try the next cocktail on the list?”  

“That depends…” Mike said playfully, eyeing her carefully, “Does it come in a glass or in a blood bag?” 

“A glass,” Callie replied, a soft, humorous breath leaving her parted lips as she flashed back to Mike’s reaction when she first served him that drink. 

Poor guy, he got so flustered and cute over not knowing what to do that she ended up having to pour it into a glass for him before he ended up leaving from shame. 

“In that case, I will happily give it a go,” Mike said, watching as Callie tapped her knuckles against the bar in acknowledgment before she headed off to make him his drink. 

At the same time the door opened, a chilly breeze and the faint sound of the rain sweeping through the air around him. Mike glanced to his side just as it closed, his eyes squinting suspiciously at the sight of the two boys who had stepped in through it. They didn’t look like they’d been twenty-one for longer than a few days, if the fraternity themed shirts they both sported were any indication, but so long as they behaved… Mike wouldn’t have any need to remove them. 

But as the saying goes, boys will be boys and the split second they landed properly inside, they opened their big mouths and made Mike easily reconsider his previous thoughts about behaviour. 

“Dude,” The smaller of the two breathed out, patting his friend on the chest with the back of his hand as he cocked his head in Callie’s direction, his eyes all but bulging out of his skull. “Check out the bartender.” 

Curious, the taller of the two boys glanced eagerly over at Callie, a low, impressed whistle leaving his lips, “Damn, I’m getting a hard-on just looking at her.” 

Charming.

With his jaw now clenching, Mike sat up straighter in his stool as his hardened eyes followed the boys in the mirror as they delved further into the bar. They headed for a booth, every crude comment they made about Callie’s chest and ass, or ogling, drooling look they fired her way caused Mike’s grip to tighten around his empty glass, the sudden urge to flash his badge and kick them from the bar without reason easily brewing and bubbling away inside him. 

“Okay, so this one’s a little basic,” Callie said as she appeared in front of him again, softening his features immediately as he dropped his gaze towards her and forgot all about the creeps behind him. “It’s called the Vampire Bite. It’s got black cherry liqueur, a splash of chile liqueur, pomegranate juice, tequila, a salted rim and…” Revealing a pair of plastic fangs from beneath the bar, Callie draped them carefully over the edge of the glass, “Your very own pair of vampire teeth, which you get to keep.” 

“I get to keep them?” Mike questioned, mimicking her comical tone as he allowed his hand to loosen from around his glass. “I don’t know… I think that might be too much responsibility for me.” 

“Oh, shut up,” Callie chuckled, warming Mike’s heart as she did. She slid the drink closer to him, the plastic teeth knocking quietly against the edge. “Just try it.” 

“Alright,” Mike exhaled, lifting the teeth, which now had red stained fangs which he thought was a nice touch, from the edge and setting them on his napkin. He picked up the martini glass, swirling it gently as he brought it to his lips, pausing momentarily as he savoured the heartwarming sight of Callie gazing hopefully up at him, as though praying he’d like it. “But if I turn into a vampire, I’m holding you responsible.” 

Callie pretended to think for a moment, before replying, “Okay, fair. Now drink.” 

With a forced, but obviously sarcastic sigh, Mike rolled his eyes playfully and took a sip, feeling the sharp tingle of the chile liqueur ripple across his tongue and hit the back of his throat as he swallowed. He coughed lightly, clearing his throat and shaking his head a little as wow… That was strong. 

“Too much?” Callie asked, chewing anxiously at her lips over his reaction. 

“Maybe a little,” Mike confessed, setting the glass back down atop the napkin as Callie nodded reluctantly in agreement. 

She had thought she may have added a little too much chile liqueur when she was making it. However, she didn’t get a chance to tell Mike that verbally, or add more pomegranate juice to the drink before she was being hounded at… by the very same boys Mike already had issues with. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” The taller of the two called towards her, clicking his fingers to get her attention. “You mind bringing us a couple beers?” 

“Sure thing,” Callie replied, forcing a smile to rise to her face as the boy winked at her in thanks. The second he turned away, her face fell and she rolled her eyes, muttering in disgust, “God, I hate college frat boys.” 

“Say the word and I’ll throw them out,” Mike joked… outwardly anyway, as on the inside he was deadly serious and he was already planning on which one he should toss out first.  

“I might take you up on that,” Callie exhaled, grabbing two beers from the crate Abby had set on the shelf a few minutes ago and twisting off the lid with a quiet hiss. “But who knows, perhaps they’ll behave.” 

As a doubtful hum left the back of his throat, Mike kept his gaze firmly fixated on Callie as she lifted the beers from the counter and made her way out from behind the bar. He couldn’t help but allow his eyes to drop, trailing them down the entire length of her form and drinking in the shy sliver of her pale skin he could see poking out around her waist. Not to mention the sinuous shape of her hips as she walked, that was a sight that could have made him swoon in an instant had something else not caught the entirety of his attention instead. 

The frat boy. Or more specifically, the frat boy’s hand as he brazenly grazed it up the length of Callie’s thigh and round to her ass, smacking it such a way that it had her lurch back and shoved his hand furiously away from her. 

“Okay, you two can leave. Now,” Callie breathed out as authoritatively as she could, her heart hammering a little harder in her chest as Mike appeared beside her, having launched himself off his stool the instant the guy's hand first touched her. “I’m serious. Get out.”

“Lighten up, sweetheart,” The guy scoffed, only adding fuel to the fire burning inside Mike’s chest. “With an ass like that, you were begging for a slap.” 

“Alright, listen here, pal ,” Mike gritted, slamming his palms on the table so hard it shook the bottles atop it and made both boys, and Callie, jump a little. “You touch her like that again and I won’t hesitate to knock your teeth down your throat.” 

“Mike, ease up a little,” Callie said softly, taking a gentle hold of Mike’s arm and giving him a small tug towards her. “They’re just kids.” 

Mike couldn’t help but scoff at her words, as he knew better. Boy did he ever know better than to trust a frat boy. They were the absolute worst for sexual assault given that half of them thought they were untouchable, yet he still allowed Callie to usher him back away from them. She was right, technically, as they were just kids but still he kept his sharp eyes fixated on the guy, cutting holes into his face as he did nothing but swallow thickly now that all traces of his bold attitude were gone from his being. 

Guess he wasn’t used to being put in his place, Mike thought to himself. And thank God he’d decided to come here tonight as he didn’t even want to imagine what might have happened had he not. 

“Get out,” Mike said firmly, placing his hands on his hips and opening his jacket a touch to reveal the golden sergeants badge hidden by his hip. “Now.”  

At the sight of the badge — and gun — mixed with Mike’s harsh tone and stone-turning eyes, both boys scrambled frantically out of the booth and left the bar quicker than either of them had probably ever moved before. The same chill swept through the air as they did, only rather than cause those inside to tense up and shiver, it allowed them to relax a little, their shoulders sinking as the atmosphere slowly returned to normal. 

“Are you alright?” Mike asked, a little worried as he turned back towards Callie. He knew he’d come off a little strong there, given his job, so he could only hope he hadn’t scared her off. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Callie replied, flashing him a proper, reassuring smile that allowed the knot in his stomach to unravel. “It’s not the first time some creep has grabbed my ass, but it is the first time I’ve had a cop here to rescue me.” 

“I would find a little triumph in that had you not told me the first part.” 

“Stuff like this comes with the job, Mike,” Callie said softly, reaching out to pat his arm comfortably and feeling her chest tingle when she did. “But it’s nothing I can't handle.” 

“For now,” Mike said bluntly, unable to stop himself as he’d seen firsthand what this kind of behaviour could lead to. He sighed, running his hand over his chin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spoil the mood.” 

“Please,” Callie scoffed humorously, causing Mike’s brow to furrow. “It’ll take a lot more than some handsy frat boy to ruin the mood in here. Now come on, you’re drinking free for the rest of the night so you better make the most of it… Sergeant .” 

At the sultry way in which his title rolled across her tongue, Mike’s stomach dipped inside of him as he happily allowed her to drag him across the bar. He slid back onto his stool the second they reached it and watched as Callie then shuffled towards the door, locking it and flicking off the neon sign on the window before she hopped over the bar. And he meant it literally too as she jumped up onto it, spun around and landed softly on the other side. 

From there, Callie grabbed two shot glasses from behind her and set them in front of Mike, who didn’t get a chance to do anything but open his mouth before she was gone again, returning almost instantly with a bottle of tequila in her hand. She filled the two glasses to the brim then lifted one, holding it towards Mike and urging him with her eyes to take it. 

“Don’t make me drink alone,” Callie pouted, moving the shot closer to him and turning her playful frown upside down when he reached up to take it from her, the light brush of his fingers over hers sending an immense chill down her spine. “There’s my hero.” 

The words may have been so quiet that Callie herself could barely hear them but Mike did. He heard them loud and clear, and his heart skipped a beat the second he did. Hero. He liked the sound of that and who knows…perhaps after tonight he wouldn’t find himself as nervous to finally ask her out on a proper date.

Obviously, he could have done it now while the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins but he didn’t think that would be appropriate. She’d literally just been groped by some perv and the last thing he wanted, should God forbid her flirtatious nature be nothing more than a facade, was to come off just as creepily strong as that guy did. 

No, he asked her another night. That would be the safest option as not only would the atmosphere be cleaner, but Callie herself would be sober as the way she was downing those tequila shots… Well, let’s just say it made even his eyes widen and he’d once drank scotch with Rafael Barba. 

However, after another three shots each and a ‘Now I’m A Wizard’ cocktail, Callie eased up on feeding them both alcohol and eventually rang the bell for last call. There weren’t many people left in the bar by that point, just herself, Mike, Al, Abby, and a few other regulars scattered around the place, but it was custom for her to end the night with a ding, and when he heard it, Mike couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over him. 

“Callie, I don’t know what was in those drinks but even my head is swimming,” Mike said, a strenuous groan leaving his lips as he all but lifted Al into a cab, as he’d grown accustomed to over the weeks he’d been a patron. He gave the driver the address, shutting the door and tapping the roof briefly before it zoomed off, allowing him to turn back towards the woman in question. “What about you? Are you good?” 

“I’m good,” Callie couldn’t help but chuckle, as she seemed to hold her liquor better than most of the guys inside. An icy breeze then swept over her entirely, causing a fierce shiver to ripple up her spine. “Well, once I get home and get into the warmth of my bed, I will be.” 

“Yeah, you and me both,” Mike replied, bringing his hands to his mouth and blowing a little heat into them. It really was cold tonight, and that breeze didn't help. But hey, at least the rain had stopped and that meant he could save a little money on a cab. “Well, I should probably get going. Let you get closed up.” 

Disappointed, yet not surprised as Mike had been oblivious to her blatant attempts of flirting with him, and or, trying to get him home with her since he first started coming here, Callie offered him a sweet smile before she bid him a final goodnight — as they’d been saying it for the past hour as Mike kept saying he needed to go yet never did. She retreated a few steps back into the warmth of the bar, catching sight of him lingering outside until she’d securely locked the door and told him she was safe behind it. 

It was only then did he make his move to finally leave.

“Mike’s cute,” Came the sudden voice of her bartender, Abby, which made Callie jump terribly beneath her skin as she’d forgotten she was still inside. “He ask you out?” 

“No,” Callie exhaled, running her hand over her chest to help try and calm her heart down as she spun around to face the bar. It worked a little. She was still a little spooked as Abby often did just appear behind her without her realising, but she no longer felt like it was going to come bursting out of her chest and dance its way across the floor. “Not yet, anyway.”

Callie only added that part for herself, as she had to keep the faith that Mike would eventually put on his big boy pants and ask her out…before he ended up making her be the one to ask him. 

“That’s a shame,” Abby said, yet she didn’t seem too sympathetic for her friend as she wiped down the bar with a clean rag and hummed quietly to herself.

“Yeah,” Callie drew out, running her tongue over her teeth as she began to cross the bar. “You know Abby, you can just leave that. I’m too tired to tidy up tonight, so I’ll just do it myself tomorrow.” 

“You sure? Cause I don’t mind staying.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Callie nodded, a brief smile rising on her face as she leaned against the stool once occupied by Mike. “Go on home… I’m sure that boyfriend of yours won’t take too kindly to me keeping you any later.” 

“Right… Yeah, okay,” Abby said, with a touch of hesitancy as she set the rag down and wiped her hands on her apron. She untied it from around her waist, setting it under the bar before grabbing her purse and coat from beside it. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” 

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Callie replied, following Abby with her eyes as she ventured into the back and left via the employee exit. 

As soon the sound of the door clicking shut met her ears, Callie let out a deep, relieved sigh at finally being alone after a day surrounded by drunks and Twilight fans. She didn’t even have anything Twilight related in the bar, aside from a glittery cocktail called ‘The Skin of a Killer’, that she rarely ever advertised and only added it because Abby was a fan, so she wasn’t even sure why they kept showing up and pretending as though this entire place was run by the Cullens. 

Nevertheless, she still pushed herself off the stool and began to tidy up at least a little bit, so that she wouldn’t be left too angry with herself in the morning. If there was one thing she hated even more than Twilight, it was having to open in the morning to the mess from the night before and so, after grabbing a mop and switching the jukebox to something a little calmer, Callie began to make a rough start on trying to keep the smell of beer out from within the slats of the wooden floor. 

It wasn’t too boring. She actually found cleaning to be rather therapeutic when there wasn’t anyone nagging in her ear telling her to do it. She always hated that. It made her no longer want to do the chore, but so long as no one was around to bug her, she didn’t overly mind tidying up. She carried on across the length of the bar, doing a little twirl with the mop handle at a rather upbeat part of the song before something caught her eye. Whatever it was, it was thin, black and it lay directly beneath the stool she had declared as Mike’s — as he always sat on the same one and she was honestly thinking about getting him a little plaque with his name on it. 

Anyway, she set the mop aside and crouched down, ignoring the pop of her knees as she picked up what she quickly came to recognise as a small leather ID wallet. Her brow furrowed a little, her finger sliding between the fold and when she flipped it open her eyes fully widened when she came to realise… it was Mike’s ID. 

Mike had dropped his very important, and extremely official looking, NYPD sergeant's identification on the floor. No doubt he needed that. No doubt he’d be frantically looking for it in the morning as he got ready for his shift, and given the fact that Callie didn’t have his phone number to call him and tell him where to pick it up from, as he’d yet to leave her it on the napkins she kept sliding at him, it left her with simply no other choice…

She’d have to bring it to him. She’d have to be the good samaritan she always prided herself on being and call into the precinct in the morning to hand the ID directly to Mike herself. 

Chapter 2 (coming soon) ->

[winchesterszvonecek]

Where can I find your Mike dodds fic

it’s actually not a Mike fic, it’s a Barba fic!

i guess i’ve been talking about Mike too much, oops, but that’s because he’s my OC’s brother and i’m literally obsessed with them

but i do hope to do a Mike fic at one point!

[emmabean517]

Listening to Andy Karl interviews while editing the first two chapters of my untitled Mike Dodds story....super nervous about this but this idea has been kicking around in my head for too long I just have to write it out

[lovemesomerafael]

Best That You Can Do                         Chapter 1:  The Big Mistake

Mike Dodds x Original Female Character Because dammit Mike’s not dead.  

Look, Mike loves his dad, OK?  He does. They get along great, even when Mike’s dad is being extra.  Mike knows he’s lucky to be Chief Dodds’s son, and he is perfectly aware that he’s benefitted from that.  He doubts he’d be a Sergeant this young if it wasn’t for that connection.  Hell, he’s not above using that connection himself when it suits him.  So he good-naturedly puts up with his dad’s embarrassing bragging about him, and he gives his dad’s opinions serious consideration.  Because Mike knows his dad absolutely and completely has his back, and only wants good things for him.  It’s just… what Dad thinks is good and what Mike thinks is good aren’t always the same thing.  

William knows that. It’s why he’s always tried to listen when Mike says no.  But this time, he knows he’s right.  Kaitlyn is perfect for Mike.  Women are one area in which Mike’s never listened to him – first he was too embarrassed and awkward around girls to do anything when William would point out a girl who had a crush on him, then when he was older, he had his own (incomprehensible) ideas about what he wanted.  But this time, William’s not taking no for an answer.  He can’t.  Because he knows he’s right.  

Kaitlyn Myers is a member of Chief Dodds’ staff, an up-and-comer if he ever saw one.  She’s the daughter of two cops, sister of three, and granddaughter of two – one on each side.  Kaitlyn has the NYPD in her blood, and she’s fiercely protective of anyone who wears a badge.  So much so, in fact, that she and Dodds have gone toe-to-toe more than once when she thought he was doing something that put cops at unwarranted risk.  But only behind closed doors.  Anywhere else, she is unwavering in her support and, whatever he decides, she stops at nothing to make it happen.  Her loyalty is unshakable.  

All of which makes her indispensable to William Dodds, and it’s been like that for three years now.   She’s also a looker – William thinks it’s still OK to call women that – with the lean, athletic build he knows Mike likes.  

Mike’s been hearing about Kaitlyn for a long time, but they’d never met until a couple of weeks ago. And when they did, William saw instantly what he really should’ve seen before: they were perfect for each other. So he’s going to do what he should’ve done a long time ago.  He’s going to set them up.

 ***************

Two Weeks Earlier:

Mike’s tired and he’s cranky.  He’s really looking forward to getting to Alonso’s, the steak house he and his dad have been going to every other Thursday for years.  It’s dimly lit and full of deep green upholstery and dark wood, they have every possible kind of whiskey, and the steaks are huge and perfect.  It’s basically a man’s paradise, Mike thinks, and he loves these dinners.  He really needs this.  It’s been a shit week.

He swings in the door and greets Eleanor, Chief Dodds’ secretary, who beams at him as if he’s her own son.  He points toward the office door in mute question.

“He’s in a meeting, but he said to go on in,” she says.  Eleanor is about a million years old, but Mike loves her because a.) she takes great care of his dad, and b.) when it comes to a choice – and it has – she’s on Mike’s side one hundred percent of the time.  He thinks she might have a crush on him, and he knows he has one on her.

Mike opens the door, knocking as he does, and is confronted by the best ass he’s seen in a year.  At least.  There’s a brunette in a pencil skirt standing on Mike’s side of his dad’s desk, leaning over to show the Chief something and giving Mike a spectacular view. She stands as he enters, and he sees that she’s pretty, with big, brown eyes and lush, pink lips that immediately spark his imagination.  

“Mike!  Come in, Son,” William says gaily, standing up with a smile like he’s pleasantly surprised.  Which is weird, considering they planned to meet here, now, and Eleanor said he was waiting for him.  

“You’ve met Kaitlyn, haven’t you?”  William asks.

Mike reflexively holds out a hand.  When she smiles at him, he can feel it.  Her hair is in some kind of updo, but it’s late in the day and some of it is escaping in a way that feeds the dirty turn his imagination’s already taken.  This is the Kaitlyn his dad’s been going on and on about?  Somehow he’d imagined her… differently.  

“No, we haven’t met,” Kaitlyn says, smiling and looking into his eyes, her voice lower and sexier than he’d expected.  “But I feel like we have.  He talks nonstop about you.”

Mike notices how small her hand feels in his as they shake.  “Then we’re even,” he says, smiling in a way he hopes isn’t as much of a leer as he fears it is.  “When he’s with me, he talks nonstop about you.”

He doesn’t want to let go of her hand, and damn if it doesn’t seem like maybe she holds on a shade longer than necessary, too.

“Listen, Son, I have to call the Mayor.  Can you give me ten minutes?  Kait, you can keep him company, can’t you?  Give him a drink of that Dalmore we’re not supposed to have in the office.”  

His dad actually winks when he says that.  Dork. But Mike only has a second to notice that, because his dad tosses Kaitlyn a small key from his desk drawer and then she’s motioning him out the door.  Mike follows her ass across the lobby to a small conference room, completely oblivious to Eleanor’s smirk at how obvious he is about it.  

In the conference room, Kaitlyn uses the little key to open a highly polished walnut cabinet and takes out a half-empty bottle of scotch, setting it on the oval table that takes up most of the room.  Picking up two glasses from a shelf in the cabinet, she sets them next to the bottle. “Why don’t you pour?”

“Sure,” Mike shrugs, hoping he looks nonchalant.  “None for Dad?”

“Dad doesn’t need one. Dad’s talking to the Mayor.  That’s his drug of choice.”  

Mike feels a very pleasant flutter down low in his stomach at the mischievous look on her face, and the way she smiles at him.  He means to pour only a finger for each of them, but he’s suddenly a little clumsy. He hands her one of the glasses and he’s almost certain she purposely touches his fingers more than necessary as he does.

“L’chaim,” he says, lifting his glass up briefly.

“L’chaim,” Kaitlyn responds, mirroring his action.  

Mike knows how much Dalmore costs, which is why he’s never had it before.  It’s fucking fantastic.  

“Holy shit,” he breathes, before he has a chance to think better of it.

“I know, right?” Kaitlyn’s eyes sparkle.  “This is only the second time I’ve had this.  I’m actually surprised he’s letting us be alone with the bottle.”

She moves to sit in one of the chairs, and he takes the one next to her.  He can feel the scotch warming his insides as he takes another sip.  He’s probably imagining it, but already he thinks he can feel the cares of the week receding.  He’s not imagining that his leg is touching Kaitlyn’s, and neither of them are moving away.  

“So you’re Mike.  You look like him.  I’m sitting here putting a face to all the exploits he’s told me about. You were Special Forces, right?”

“A million years ago,” he says.  “And you’re a lawyer.”

“Don’t hold it against me. I’m nice.  I promise.”

Well, shit.  Now he’s starting to get hard.  Just like that.  “I believe you,” he says, surprised at the gravelly sound of his own voice.  

She smiles and they take another sip.  She is absolutely flirting.  She hasn’t looked away from his eyes since they sat down.

“He didn’t tell me you were beautiful.”  Mike’s shocked that he said that out loud, but not even a little bit sorry, because her reaction is absolutely worth it.  

“He did tell me you were,” she says, and she’s basically purring.  “But I already knew that.  He has pictures of you in his office.”

Mike gives a little embarrassed huff at that, but he leans toward her and puts an elbow on the table.

“What’s he like to work for?”

“He’s… ambitious. Hardworking.  Wants to do the right thing, but also wants to be seen to do the right thing, which isn’t always easy.”  She shrugs.  “Mostly he gets it right.”

“You like him.”

“I do.  I don’t always agree with him, but I believe in him.  He’s taught me a lot.”

Another short silence as they sip.  Damn, this is good stuff, Mike thinks.

“What’s it like to be his son?”

Mike laughs a little at that, sitting back and stretching out his legs, which happens to have the effect of putting more of him in contact with more of her.  “Depends on the day.”  He shrugs in obvious imitation of her.  “Mostly he gets it right.”

They share a warm, delighted smile at that, and Kaitlyn’s frankly approving look causes Mike’s brain to short-circuit a little.  Just enough that he says, “I see why he likes you.”

She just smiles softly at him.  Damn, he thinks.  His cock is fully awake now, and he’s going to have to watch it or it’s going to be noticeable when he has to walk out of here.  

They finish their drinks just as they hear the Chief call Mike’s name from his office.  

“Time to go,” Mike says regretfully, and stands.  “Thanks for the drink.”  He hesitates just a second.  “I’d like to do it again, when we have more time.  Maybe without Dad.”  He barely restrains his urge to wink.

“I’d like that,” Kaitlyn answers, a frank promise in her eyes.  Suddenly, she reaches to the center of the table and picks up a small pad of sticky notes and a pen.  She quickly scribbles on the pad, tears off the top note, and holds it out.  He can see she’s written her phone number on it.

“Text me your number. I’ll text you my address.  Come by after your dinner.”  She leans in as she hands it to him.  “Maybe without Dad.”  She does wink.  

Holy fuck.  Mike knows that if she looks, she’s going to be able to see the effect that has on him.

 He texts Kaitlyn in the cab on the way to the restaurant and, true to her word, she texts her address. “See you soon,” she says, and Mike reacts as though she’d written something explicit.  Mike enjoys his dinner with his dad as much as he’d expected, but he’s a little preoccupied.  When his dad says he has to get home, Mike feels a little guilty for being relieved.

Kaitlyn’s apartment is in an old building which was once a tenement, before the neighborhood was gentrified.  He likes it. It’s clear the apartments are tiny, but it’s a solid building, and they’ve done a nice job keeping the old-fashioned features while getting rid of the squalor.  When he knocks on her door, he wonders what she’ll be wearing.  His imagination, which is getting quite a workout tonight, conjures up all kinds of possibilities.  

She looks spectacular. Mike thinks his mouth might even be hanging open a little.  She’s wearing some kind of silky, pink lounging pants and a simple, white cotton top.  She’s barefoot, which shouldn’t be as sexy as it is. Her hair’s no longer in its prim work style; now it’s down, and it’s softly curly and even darker than it had looked earlier.  She smiles happily – and a little playfully, he thinks – and steps back to let him in. Her apartment’s a railroad flat with the living room just inside the door, but she stays in the hall and asks if she can take his coat.  All he’s wearing is his suit coat – it’s September, after all – but he likes the idea of taking it off, so he does.  She hangs it on one of several hooks on the wall behind the door, and that’s the end of the pleasantries.

He reaches for her at the same time she reaches for him.  She giggles just a little as she puts her arms around his neck, melting into him as he wraps one arm around her waist and one across her back with his hand at her neck.  She also kisses him back as enthusiastically as he’s kissing her.  It’s insanely hot to be in her apartment with her in his arms when they’ve said only a handful of sentences to one another.  For some reason, though, he’s also smiling as he kisses her.  He doesn’t know what that’s about, but she’s loosening his tie so he forgets to think about it.  

When she starts on the buttons of his shirt, he stops trying to hold his lower body away from her so she won’t feel how hard he is already.  Hell, he was half hard when he knocked on her door.  But now that he knows they’re on the same page, he uses the arm that’s around her waist to pull her hips to his.  She doesn’t bother unbuttoning his shirt all the way down, only far enough so that she can pull it off over his head.  When she does, he reaches down and gets a hold of her so he can lift her up. She immediately wraps her legs around him and mumbles, “Second door,” around his tongue.  

When he’s laid her on the bed and kicked off his shoes, he lays down and shifts around until he’s next to her with one arm under her neck and the other across her waist.  “You know what I do for a living.”

She looks slightly confused, with an adorable little wrinkle between her eyebrows.  “Yeah…?”

“Got kind of a thing about consent these days.  Hazard of the job.”  He kisses her and she puts her arms around him, but he holds back to whisper, “I need to be sure this is what you want.”

She actually throws her head back and laughs.  “Holy shit, Mike, I don’t know how to consent any harder.”

Now he laughs, too.  “I thought so, but…”

“I’m sorry,” Kaitlyn says, making an obvious effort to be more serious.  She looks into his eyes.  In the gloom of her bedroom, lit only by whatever lights are on in the living room, her eyes look huge.  How could he have thought she was just pretty earlier?  She’s fucking gorgeous.  “You’re right. I appreciate you looking out for me. And I want to look out for you, too.” She runs her fingers through his hair once, then leaves them there.  “I want you. I want this.”

“I do, too.”

“I want to take off the rest of your clothes.  And I want you to take mine off, too.”

He realizes she’s teasing him a little, but her expression and the way she’s breathing tell him there’s more than that going on.  “And then I want to touch you all over, and I want to kiss you everywhere.  After that, I want you to fuck me.  Slow, and for a long time.  How’s that for consent?”

Mike clears his throat, not entirely confident he’s capable of speech any longer.  “That’s some pretty fucking good consenting right there.”

“Thanks.”  She starts to work on his belt.  

“There’s some consenting I’d like to do, too.”

“Tell me.”  She stops with his belt half-unbuckled.  He has her full attention.

“After I get you naked, I want to run my hands all over your body, and then I want to taste you.  I want to lick you open, and fuck you with my tongue.  I want to listen to the sounds you’ll make, and then I want to watch you come.”

“Oh, shit.  I consent,” Kaitlyn gasps.  “Where do I sign?”

“We’ll take care of the paperwork later,” Mike chuckles, and takes control of Kaitlyn’s mouth.

She tastes like fresh toothpaste, like she’s just brushed her teeth, and he thinks she might have done it when he texted that he was five minutes away.  Something about the idea of her brushing her teeth in preparation for kissing him is sexy as all hell.  He wonders if she worried about her outfit like women tend to do. If she did, she got it absolutely right.  Mostly because it’s really easy to take off.  And although she is technically wearing a bra, it’s a lacy slip of nothing and he can see her nipples through it.  The thought of her choosing to wear that for him makes him have to stop rubbing against her for a minute so he doesn’t come within the first ten minutes of being in her apartment.  

She’s trying to get his pants off, but he’s chuckling as he blocks her, trying to get her clothes off first.  She’s laughing and being a very good sport about it, which he likes.  A lot.  And once he gets her naked, and sees her body in the half-light, he pulls her close and kisses her deeply for a long time, because holy flyin’ balls of shit. He’s gonna need to keep his pants on for a bit longer because, once again, he’s in danger of coming too soon.

Not to be denied, she slips her hand inside his open fly – she’s gotten that far – and starts to stroke him.  Her slight gasp when she feels his cock is really flattering.  He grits his teeth to try to maintain some control as he enjoys the living hell out of what she’s doing with her hand.  She’s multitasking, too, because although he’s completely unable to keep focusing on kissing, there’s something magical about the crazy-slow way she’s moving her lips against his, and that thing she’s doing with her tongue…

“Kaitlyn…”

“Everything OK?”  She stops everything she’s doing, but doesn’t move away.  

“Yeah,” he pants.  “I just…  you’re…”  He scrunches up his face and gives a couple laughs.  “I need a minute to, um, gather my thoughts.”

She smiles sweetly and takes her hand away, but stays right where she is, with her lips so close to his he can feel her breath and smell her toothpaste.  “Thanks?”

“Yeah.  Definitely a compliment.”

Kaitlyn lifts up on her elbow and rests her head on her hand, pushing slightly at Mike so he gets the idea she wants him to roll onto his back.  He does, and she starts to stroke his arms and chest, her face clearly showing that she’s impressed.  

“Mike…”  She breathes.  “You are… I mean, are you real?  Are you kidding me with this body of yours?”

He wears a pleased grin over the next several minutes as she uses her hands and her mouth to appreciate his chest, shoulders, arms, and then rolls onto him and begins with breathy kisses on his neck.  He groans and uses his hands on her hips to move her against him.  

“You ready for me to take these pants off you?”

“Hell, yes…”

She wastes no time getting him the rest of the way naked, then crawls sinuously up his body, pushing his legs apart as she moves between them.  

“Oh, no,” Mike says, sitting up enough to put his huge hands on her upper arms and slide her up his body. “I didn’t consent to that.”

“What?”  Kaitlyn’s obviously stunned.

Although she’s several inches shorter than Mike and he’s twice her size, Kaitlyn’s not small. Still, he has no trouble flipping them over until he’s suddenly on top of her, kissing her with a carnal laugh. “I’m the one who said I wanted to taste you.”

Kaitlyn, relieved, relaxes again and kisses him back.  “Shit…” she gasps as he uses his legs to move hers apart.  

She’s not touching his dick anymore, which helps, but she is making noises so erotic he thinks he still might come too soon.  And when he kisses his way down to her breasts and starts nuzzling a nipple, she puts her arms over her head, abandoning herself to him, which is so damn hot he’s pretty sure he’s whimpering.  He can’t be sure, though, because he’s way too focused on her.  

He loses track of time while he’s stroking and licking her breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingertips and his tongue until they’re as hard as his cock and she’s doing her own whimpering.  But it must have been quite a while, because he realizes she’s rocking her pelvis against him in a way that’s starting to feel demanding.  Being the gentleman he is, Mike doesn’t keep his lady waiting.  He kisses down her abdomen until he’s scooted down low enough to hook her thighs over his shoulders and nestle between them.

She’s dripping wet and moving against his mouth as soon as he begins to explore her.  “Aww, Kaitlyn, you taste so fucking good…” he murmurs between strokes with his tongue.  She’s moaning and he can hear how hard she’s breathing between short, whispered exclamations.   Which only intensifies as he begins to thrust his tongue into her, using a couple of fingers to softly, slowly spread some of her slick onto her puckered hole.  

“Mike…  Mike… now…  I wanna come-“

Remember the part about how Mike’s a gentleman?  He uses two fingers of his other hand to replace his tongue, and begins to circle the hard nub of her clit, paying attention to her to let him know how much pressure she likes.  He doesn’t need to worry about that, though, because she rubs against him, controlling the pressure herself.  He slides his fingers in and out, adding one in her other hole as he feels and hears her start to come apart.  He’d guessed that she’d be loud, and he’d been right.  Her cries, curses and filth interspersed with his name, and gasps of pleasure are even better than he’d hoped.  

When she’s been reduced to a quivering, whining mess, he feels her pull at his shoulders, and he’s more than ready to oblige.  He’s a little relieved he’s managed to hold off this long, but he knows when he gets inside her, he’s not going to last.  He quickly moves up to take her in his arms.  

“I gotta get-“  he gasps between kisses.

Kaitlyn reaches out an arm toward the bedside table at her left, but she can’t quite reach.  “Top drawer,” she whispers shakily.

Mike’s arms are much longer, and he has no trouble reaching the drawer and taking out the fresh pack of condoms.  “My kind of girl,” he chuckles deeply as he goes back to kissing her while he fumbles the box open.

“I stopped at the store on my way home,” Kaitlyn says between kisses.  

“You just assumed I was this easy?”

“I hoped,” she giggles.

He has to take a little time entering her, even as wet as she is.  

“Unh…” she grunts happily, using her heels against his back to adjust their positions so she can take all of him.  

“You OK?”

“I will be.  Oh, I will be…”

Once he’s inside her and starts moving, she decides he’s not close enough to coming on the first stroke and starts talking dirty to him, as if she knows how much he loves that.

“Oh, you should come with a fucking warning label…  Shit, Mike… Oh, my-  Fuck!  Mike, your cock is… magnificent…  Yes!  You feel so fucking good…”

And, with that, she starts to come again, and he’s gone.  He’s pretty sure they can hear him shouting three blocks away as he comes as hard as he ever has in his life.  Later, when his neurons begin firing again, he’s going to be a little embarrassed at how quickly he comes, but then, she started it.  It may not have taken any time to get there, but Mike’s orgasm feels like it lasts forever.  When it’s over, he rolls them over a little so that he’s not crushing Kaitlyn, but that’s the best he can do for a minute.  As soon as he catches his breath a little, he deals with the condom in a little trash can he noticed next to her bed, and then he’s done.  He pulls her into his arms with a luxurious sigh and goes into a hormone- and endorphin-addled trance.  

Kaitlyn’s not quite so languid, although she came twice.  She squirms around a little bit, until she’s facing him with one of his legs between hers.  He feels her stroking a hand over his shoulder and upper arm, and cracks an eye open to look at her.  She grins at him.  “Doze if you want.  I’ll just be over here fondling you, because damn.  You can’t expect me to just ignore guns like these.”

Mike chuckles quietly and murmurs, “Fondle away.”

He actually sleeps for a little bit.  When he wakes up, he’s blissfully surprised to find that Kaitlyn’s real, and she’s naked in his arms, and she’s smiling lazily at him.  He can’t help but smile back, although he can only imagine what a mess he is right now.  Kaitlyn, however, looks freshly fucked in the best possible way, her hair a little wild, her lips a little puffy from kissing, and her eyes heavy-lidded with sleepy satisfaction.

“You’re beautiful,” Mike murmurs, hearing the words before he’s had a chance to even process the thought.

“Right back atcha.”

“You want me to go?”

“I want you to stay. Will you?”

“Yeah.  I’d like that a lot.”  

 It’s the next morning that it happens.  Mike’s phone starts ringing at a ridiculous hour, especially considering that he and Kaitlyn woke each other up twice to make love again.  The phone is somewhere on the floor, in the pocket of Mike’s pants, and neither of them want to move from the warm, comfortable knot they’re in. But it keeps ringing.  As soon as it stops, it starts again.

“That trouble?” Kaitlyn asks, her voice a cute, scratchy groan.

“Could be.  I’m trying to remember how to move.”

“Sorry.  Can’t help you.”

“You’re going to need to get off of me.”

“Not gonna happen.”

Mike’s quiet laugh is regretful as he lifts Kaitlyn and sets her softly down next to him, then scoots to the edge of the bed.  He stands up, looking around for a moment before he sees his pants.  He slides the phone out of the pocket as it starts ringing again, and swears surprisingly viciously when he sees the name on the screen. He swipes down to decline the call and tosses the phone onto the deep reading chair in one corner of Kaitlyn’s bedroom.  He reaches down for his pants and sighs as he puts them on, then picks up his phone again.

“Everything OK?” Kaitlyn’s eyes are all the way open now.

“Yeah.  But I’m afraid I gotta go.”

“Who was that?”

“My-“  Mike bites back the word he was about to say.  

“Your…?”

“Nothing.”  Mike goes to the side of the bed and sits down next to Kaitlyn, putting an arm across her and grinning sheepishly down at her.  “I had a really, really good time.”

“Me, too,” Kaitlyn smiles. “And just think.  We haven’t even known each other twenty-four hours.”

“Just over twelve, actually,” Mike grins again and scratches his head.  “I’m so ashamed.”

“Me, too.  When can I see you again?”

“Another twelve hours?”

Kaitlyn’s about to enthusiastically agree, but Mike’s phone rings again.  He’s holding it in his hand, and he can tell the moment Kaitlyn sees the screen. It’s a picture of Mike and a cute woman with short, reddish-blonde hair, and they’re kissing while looking at the camera.  The name Susan is written in large letters across the top of the screen.  Mike feels Kaitlyn freeze.  He swipes his thumb down the screen, but not nearly quickly enough.  

She doesn’t say anything. Just looks at him.  But he can see the dawning hurt and anger in her eyes.

“Sorry about that.”

Kaitlyn’s voice is unemotional.  Way too unemotional.  “When I asked who it was, you said ‘my’, but you didn’t finish.  I’m guessing the next word was going to be ‘girlfriend’?”

“It’s… complicated,” he sputters, sounding lame as fuck, even to himself.

“Not to me.  Let yourself out, would you?  I’ve got time for another hour of sleep.”

She rolls away from him and pulls the covers up around her neck.  

“Kaitlyn-“

“Bye, Mike.  Nice to meet you.”  

For a minute, he thinks about trying to explain.  But he really can’t.  Fucking Susan.  He really should have had the balls to just end it.  Well, he’s sure as shit going to end it now.  Not that it will make any difference to Kaitlyn, who he’s sure is lying there thinking all kinds of nasty, shitty, true things about him.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters as he stands up to look for his shoes and the rest of his clothes.  

He feels like absolute crap as he lets himself out of Kaitlyn’s apartment.  

[locke-writes]

Current Inspiration

The characters on this list are only the ones I feel inspired to write for. They are not the only characters I will be taking requests for. All characters are available to request.

The Talented Mr Ripley: Tom Ripley, Dickie Greenleaf

House MD: Wilson, House

Marvel: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Talos, Yon Rogg, Carol Danvers, Drax, Thor, Valkyrie, Scott Lang, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Gamora, Nebula

Halt and Catch Fire: Joe, Gordon, Donna, Cameron

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia: Mac, Dennis, Charlie, Dee

BBC Merlin: Gwaine, Arthur, Gwen. Morgana, Mordred, Merlin, Percival

To Kill A Mockingbird: Atticus Finch

13 Going On 30: Matt Flamhaff

All the Real Girls: Paul

Trainspotting: Renton, Sick Boy, Begbie, Spud

Daredevil: Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, James Wilson, Karen Paige

Clerks: Randall, Dante

Mallrats: Brodie

Ghosts of Girlfriends Past: Connor Mead

Mad Men: Don Draper, Ken Cosgrove, Pete Campbell, Harry Crane, Sal Romano

Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure/Bogus Journey: Bill, Ted

Law and Order SVU: Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Nick Amaro, Mike Dodds, Amanda Rollins

Inception: Eames, Arthur

Stranger Things: Jim Hopper, Steve Harrington, Mike, Eleven, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max

Booksmart: Amy, Jared, Molly, Hope

What We Do In The Shadows: Vladislav, Viago, Deacon, Laszlo, Nandor, Nadja, Guillermo

John Wick Trilogy: John Wick, Santino D’Antonio

Star Wars: Han Solo (Original and Sequel), Leia (Original and Sequel), Luke (Original and Sequel), Rey, Finn, Poe, Kylo Ren, Hux, Cassian Andor, Bodhi Rook

Crazy Ex Girlfriend: Rebecca Bunch, Nathaniel Plimpton, Paula Proctor, Greg Serrano

Diner: Eddie, Fen, Boogie

Pushing Daisies: Ned, Chuck

New Girl: Cece, Schmidt, Winston, Ally, Jess, Nick, Coach

Trouble in the Heights: Nevada Ramirez

Friends: Joey, Chandler, Phoebe, Rachel, Monica

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Buffy, Willow, Xander, Angel, Spike, Giles

Brooklynn 99: Jake, Amy, Holt, Rosa

X-Men: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Logan Howlett/Wolverine, Pietro Maximoff, Victor Creed/Sabretooth

Requests are Open!

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Masterlist

Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Anticipation Is A Powerful Thing 

Control

Boardwalk Empire: Gyp Rosetti x Reader

Poker Face

Farmer’s Daughter

Blind Tiger

Law and Order: SVU

Rafael Barba x Reader:

Surprise

A Hero’s Welcome

Nick Amaro x Reader

Keep a Straight Face

How Was Your Day?

Whatever You Want

Lost Time

Nick Amaro x Original Male Character 

Carlos De Columbia (Unfinished)  Part 1 Part 2

Nick Amaro x Rafael Barba

Your Papi

Sonny Carisi x Reader

Some Kind of Love

Let Me Stay

Sonny Carisi x Original Male Character

Big Boy Suit (Unfinished)  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Mike Dodds x Reader

You’re Freezing!

Call Me Michael

Hot Hot Heat

Mike Dodds x Nick Amaro

In The Ring

Amanda Rollins x Sonny Carisi

Partner

You Don’t Get It

Amanda Rollins x Sonny Carisi x Nick Amaro (Not what you’re thinking.)

Reunion

Crossovers!

Brooklyn 99:

Mike Dodds x Rosa Diaz 

I Always Fight Dirty

Sonny Carisi x Rosa Diaz

Are You My Contact?

Sonny Carisi x Charles Boyle

Cooking Class

Rafael Barba x Raymond Holt

I Disagree

Trouble In The Heights:

Bad Bitch: Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9