i wrote my most me fic to date, i think
It’s not the most normal friends with benefits but surely it’s not the weirdest. So, he likes to call his roommate daddy and his roommate likes to hold him and pet him and hurt him if Foggy wants. It’s nice.
It’s really nice.
“You can call me something,” Amy says, sitting on the couch with Jake’s head in her lap and her fingers stroking through his hair. “That’s a thing, with what we’re doing. Ma’am and–mistress, I guess. Lots of ‘M’s.”
“Mommy,” Jake says, then pulls a face. “Yikes.”
“Not for you?” Amy asks, laughing softly.
“Oh, no, it’s all daddy issues for this guy,” Jake says, joking, but then Amy gets this look on her face. It’s like when she listens to a particularly thoughtful piece on NPR but–sexier.
Her fingers tighten gently in his hair.
“Interesting,” she says.
“Is it?” he asks. “You mean like–in a…bedroom way?”
Amy smiles down at him.
“Sit up, Jake,” she says, and Jake does so immediately, looking at her expectantly and letting out a shaky breath after she leans in to press a kiss to his mouth. “Tell me if you hate it but–stay with me, okay?”
“Okay,” he breathes out. He trusts her more than he’s ever trusted anyone and she knows him. It’s never taken her long to figure out exactly what he needs and she’s–always right. She always makes him watch Jeopardy and then beats him and she keeps finding kinks he had no idea he had.
“Do you want a daddy, sweetheart?” she asks, cupping his face.
“Uhm, just any old daddy?” he asks. “Or…”
“I mean, I know you’ve got a weird thing about Captain Holt, but–” she starts, dryly.
“Like you don’t,” he shoots back.
“…okay, fair,” she says, quickly, before she rests her forehead against his and curves a hand around the back of his neck. “Do you want me to be your daddy?”
Jake’s brain is screaming but he thinks mostly in a good way.
“Yeah,” he says, after a moment. Amy sits back to give him an expectant look and Jake laughs shakily. “Yes, daddy.”
oh my god, they were roommates 