#i'm really on some drabble nonsense these days huh

[gothic-thoughts]

Different I Love You

(I heard the rumors, Gojo Simps. So here's some happiness.)

Gojo Satoru x Black Fem Reader Fluff

DomesticAU, Drabble

TW: None

"I'm baack~!"

 Silence. I pout a little as I lock the door behind me and walk into the kitchen area.

"Baby girl?" I put down the paper bag on the counter, "Your favorite boy is home~!"

 The continuous silence made me frown before walking upstairs. I open our bedroom door to see (Y/n) fast asleep with her arms wrapped around my pillow on my side of the bed. Aww, and she swears she hates me. I'd let her sleep but I don't wanna. I tiptoe to the bed, lean over and vigorously shake her awake until she yells at me.

"Hi~ Miss me?"

 She threw my pillow at my face and groans when it hits the infinity around me. I laugh, tossing it back on the bed and sitting on the bed to spoon her into me feeling her skin heat up my cool body, leaving her with goosebumps and a slight shiver. I pepper her neck and right cheek with light kisses before squeezing her tightly to my body.

"It's wild how even when you're annoying as hell I manage to miss you anyway." She mumbles groggily, "What the hell are you even doing here, I thought you were gonna be in Japan for a couple more days."

"You know who you're talking to? Of course I handled a couple curses in less than two weeks."

"Itadori and Megumi helped didn't they?"

"Maybe...but-they-didn't-have-to!"

"Uh huh. What about that time when--"

  I attacked her face and forehead with kisses to shush her from saying anymore nonsense until she finally pushed me away.

"Come back here." I chuckle before cutting it off with a gasp, "Oh wait! I bought you something!"

"Really?! From Japan?"

"No from Italy, yes Japan! Let's go!"

"Is that why you woke me up?"

"Yes, cuz it can't wait! C'mon."

 I throw her over my shoulder, listening to her ramble about being tired and how badly she doesn't wanna move. Like I wasn't the one moving her, she'll be fine. She'll be even better when I show her what I got! Once in the kitchen, I gently place (Y/n) on her feet.

"Boom! Open it!"

 She looked between me and the brown paper bag and I nodded with a wide smile, assuring her it wasn't one of my pranks. She squints.

"It's not! Would I do that to you as soon as I got back?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Babe, just loook~"

 She sucks her teeth and looks inside the bag before turning back at me with her jaw dropped and her eyes wide. She quickly pulled out the 2 of the three containers of ice cream mochi in each hand with a bright smile. 

"Aww...Satoru...."

"I got them in the airport in Japan. And before you say anything, it's two containers of strawberry and a case of cookies and cream."

"Aw, Toru~ This is so sweet."

"I accept my payment in kisses, so go ahead."

"I cannot believe you woke me up for this."

"It woulda melted!"

"It should be melted, you got it before getting on a 14 hour flight! An besides we have a freezer."

"It was important! Just try some!"

"It's all goopy, lemme freeze it for a minute."

"(Y/n), please! I never ask you for anything!"

"That's cap."

"JUST TRY SOME!"

 She quickly opens the small tub of ice cream and happily bites into one of the strawberry-flavored mochi. She hums in content while I clapped like a kid.

"It's melted!"

"But is it good?"

She rolls her eyes at me with a chuckle, "It is good." She puts both the tubs into our freezer. "How much was this anyway? I hope it wasn't too much."

"It's fine, it was about 2500 yen."

"What, 2500?! Wait, how much is that?"

"Relax it's about 25 dollars here. It's not that much."

"Oh good, I almost felt the need to pay you back."

"I mean, I haven't gotten my payment yet."

"Ohh, right. You mean this?"

 She grabbed my shirt and made me bend down for a tender kiss from her. Our lips were cold from the ice cream but the kiss itself warmed my soul after such a long time away from her. Before I knew she pulled away with a smile but I wasn't done.

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x black reader #x black reader #black writers #black reader #x black fem reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo fluff

[clare-with-no-i]

Lily asks him one day:

Why did it take you so long to say ‘I love you’ back?

Nerves, James replies with a shrug, and it’s only a little bit the truth, but he doesn’t know how to put the rest of it into words.

For him, the early stage of their relationship was made of equal parts excitement and fear.  In the first two months, he made sure only to hold her hand in intervals of five minutes or less, lest his palms clam up and expose the tremulous stammer of his heartbeat, the lightning bolt of awe that straightened his spine when she sidled up to him and said I missed you earlier.  He offered to carry her books only when they seemed too heavy; not every day, because he knew she didn’t want that, because she could do it herself, thanks very much. He learned her favorite book was Pride and Prejudice.  He did not buy her a first-edition copy of it, though, because that would be expensive, even though he wanted to and he could afford it.

The fear wasn’t because of anything she did—or he did, really.  It was just that he loved her so much and here she was, in front of him, real and happy and saying I’m so glad you’re my boyfriend, and he’d thought before that he knew how hard it was to love her from afar, but now, up-close, the thought of ever doing so again made his insides twist like someone was gripping them in a vice.  

Why do people love this much, he would think, when it means we could know what it feels to lose it?

Not that he thinks he will.  He didn’t in those early months, either.  But he spent years doodling her initials on his exam papers and hoping the professors wouldn’t know what they meant, hoping no one would ever find out about his crush, because Lily Evans did not like him, and trying to pretend like he had a cool shot in Hell was nothing but a fool’s errand.

Those wounds are closed now, but some scar tissues never fully heal, and even phantom limbs ache in the rain.  So, even when she said I love you for the first time only three months after they went on their first date, the fireworks of his jubilation fizzled into this same fear, and his throat closed up when he tried to say it back.

He didn’t want her to remember how he used to be, how she used to feel.  He felt the insecurity creep up his esophagus and sit on the back of his tongue, heavy and acidic.  How could he make sure she was happy? How could he be assured that he was good enough, worthy enough?

I know that my jokes give you joy, he’d think, but I don’t know if my love would.

So every time felt the urge to say it, he’d make her laugh instead, and in her laugh, he saw his I love you—it rested in the crinkles around her eyes, rode the curve of her lips to the high points of her cheekbones.  It shone in the sparkle of her iris.  I love you, I love you, I love you. I want to see you laugh forever.

It was easy, practiced; he’d spent years attuning to her mind, trying to figure her out.  He knew how to make her laugh like he knew how to cast a spell.  

It took him another month after that to finally build up the confidence. A month of settling into himself, letting moments pass in silence, trying to let himself make mistakes and think that he might be able to recover.  Lily helped him, too, of course.

I don’t want you to be perfect, she said one day in February of their seventh year, I want you to be yourself.

I love you, he responded, because the relief was so acute that he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.

But James can’t possibly explain all of that to her now—can’t possibly tell her that he had said I love you, in fact, even before she said it herself.  He’d been saying it for months, for years, maybe before he knew it himself, maybe before anyone else knew, maybe in every moment in between.  

He sticks with his simple answer: nerves.

Lily laughs because she doesn’t believe him, because who on earth could ever make James Potter nervous? But he just shrugs again.

Everyone gets nervous about something, he says, and puts his arm around her shoulder with a smile. But it always goes away after a while.

#i'm really on some drabble nonsense these days huh #idk dude this just popped into my head just now and my fingers simply would not stop typing #my stuff #words and meanings #me: i'm going to work on theogony today #also me: #listened to 'start again' by gabrielle aplin while writing! #it is not on spotify but it IS on soundcloud #skins soundtrack my beloved

[calumcest]

good morning :) loved the new drabbles and i was wondering if you'd write about 'actually.. i just miss you' and lashton again but like.. in the angel/devil au? i completely get it if not because you already wrote one with that prompt (and it was great) but i'm a sucker for this verse and the phrase just reminded me so much of them (oh and maybe alternatively for them if you don't want to use the prompt again: 'why do i love you?')

thank u so much!! omg i’m so glad you enjoyed the verse bc i am slyly living for it its very self-indulgent so any requests to write more in the angel/demon verse...how could i say no also forewarning this is not a drabble its 1.7k sdlkfjhsbdf 

Ashton, Michael prays, an edge of desperation to the word, and Ashton jerks up from the record of the soul he’s currently processing, focusing in on the prayer. Come down. I need you. 

What for? 

Luke. 

Ashton can’t help the butterflies in his stomach at that, and he swallows, pushing himself back from his desk. 

He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t go. Michael’s more than capable of handling Lucifer - he’s proven that once before - and Ashton’s busy. He’s got at least three thousand more souls to process today. He doesn’t have the time to go down, doesn’t have the time to chase whatever stupid nonsense Lucifer’s up to now. He shouldn’t. 

Instead, he focuses in on Michael, lets his prayer swell in his heart, closes his eyes, and heads down. 

He turns up in the dark outside a restaurant, lit up by one feeble streetlight. He can feel that Lucifer’s in there, feel it in the burning, crawling sensation under his folded-in wings, so he takes a deep breath and pushes the door open. 

It’s nearly empty, save a table with Calum, dressed in all black, leather jacket catching the light as he gesticulates wildly, frowning. Michael’s opposite him, white shirt setting off his pale skin and blond hair, frowning right back at Calum, lips twisted in a way that Ashton knows firsthand means I know you’re right but I refuse to lose this argument. Lucifer’s sat next to Calum, looking incredibly bored with whatever’s happening, but, almost as though it were an instinct, his eyes are drawn to Ashton, north meeting south. 

Ashton swallows at the dark look in Lucifer’s eyes, and heads over to the table. 

“What?” he says, hoping his voice doesn’t sound as hoarse to everyone else as it does to him. 

“Oh, thank fuck,” Michael says, a look of relief spreading across his face. The curse rings loud and unholy in Ashton’s ears, and makes him wince slightly. Michael barely even notices. “Cal, let’s fucking go.” 

“Wait,” Ashton says, as both Calum and Michael scrape their chairs back, and Michael turns to look at him, faint annoyance etched in his features. 

“What?” he says. 

“What?” Ashton echoes, slightly incredulous. “You call me down here, and then you leave?” Michael shrugs. Ashton cannot believe him. “You said-” he cuts himself off, with a glance at Lucifer, who’s watching the exchange idly. Lucifer doesn’t miss the glance, and a lazy smile spreads across his face when he realises what the look means. 

“I just said I needed you,” Michael points out. 

“For Lucifer.” 

“Yeah, to keep him company,” Michael says, “while me and Cal go off and fuck.” Calum nods seriously at that. Ashton’s going to speak to Him about blanket banning consorting with demons. Michael’s getting worse by the day, and he was never good to begin with. 

“I think he can look after himself,” Ashton bites out, casting Lucifer another glance. Lucifer just looks back at him, amused smile playing on his lips. 

“No,” Michael says, placing a hand on Ashton’s shoulder, and Ashton feels it, feels the full weight of God’s love and holiness thrumming through his veins, heavy in Michael’s touch, stronger than any other angel. He kind of gets why Raphael hates Michael whenever he feels that. “I think you should be there with him.” He says it with the kind of gravity only an archangel can muster, and Ashton has no choice but to nod, because it’s an order. Michael grins at him, quick and easy, all seriousness gone, and pats him on the shoulder, right above his wing. Ashton winces, and falls into the seat Michael had been occupying. 

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Lucifer calls after Calum and Michael as they head for the door. 

“There’s nothing you wouldn’t do,” Calum shoots back, and Lucifer grins wickedly. 

“Exactly,” he says, and both Michael and Calum roll their eyes fondly - and, okay, when did Michael become fond of Lucifer? Something rolls uncomfortably in Ashton’s stomach at that, but he pushes it aside, focusing on the task at hand. Keep Lucifer entertained. Keep him company. Ashton can do that. 

“So,” Lucifer says, blue eyes flicking to Ashton, lit up and amused. “Just me and you now.” Ashton nods tightly. 

“Looks like it,” he says. That just seems to amuse Lucifer even more, small smile stretching to a full grin. He leans back, tilting his head like he’s scrutinising Ashton, and suddenly there’s a cheeseburger in front of Ashton. 

Okay. Ashton’s not a fan of human food, he really isn’t, but Michael had gone on and on about cheeseburgers for at least fifty years, begging Ashton to come down and try one, and Ashton had eventually relented and said he’d try one if Michael brought one back up, which he’d duly done. It’s been at least forty years since that happened, and Ashton had only managed about ten before he’d caved and started taking the odd secret trip down to Earth for a cheeseburger. Nobody, though, nobody, not even Michael, knows about that. 

“I don’t eat human food,” Ashton says primly, because he doesn’t. Ashton may not be able to lie, but all that’s done is make him very good at bending the truth. 

“You eat cheeseburgers,” Lucifer says, like this is a well-known fact, and not something Ashton’s sworn Michael to secrecy on. 

“I-” Ashton’s cut off with a wince, holy power seizing his tongue, caught in an almost-lie. Lucifer grins, recognising the telltale signs of an angel trying to lie all too well. Ashton clears his throat in a dignified manner, hoping Lucifer can’t see the flush on his cheeks, and tries a different tack. “How do you know that?” Lucifer shrugs. 

“Kept tabs on you,” he says, and then proceeds to reel off Ashton’s cheeseburger order. “Double cheeseburger, extra pickles, no mayo, two tomatoes.” Ashton stares at him. 

“You stalked me?” he says, and it comes out a little strangled. He’s not sure whether that’s the holiness or the fact that his stomach has done, like, a full Olympics gymnastics set at the idea that Lucifer’s been keeping up with him, been watching him from afar. 

“Well, now, stalking is a strong word,” Lucifer says, grinning, because he doesn’t care, he’s the Devil. That thought sends a strong wave of revulsion coursing through Ashton, top to toe, followed immediately with a wave of guilt. He really hopes Raphael’s not tuned in to him right now. The last thing Ashton needs is someone spreading the word that Ashton’s hanging out with Satan. 

“You-” Ashton cuts himself off, because he’s not really sure what he wants to say. Lucifer watches him, half-amused, half-interested. Ashton feels the full weight of something under his gaze, but he’s not sure what it is - holy, sacrilegious, Heaven, Hell - and drops his gaze to the cheeseburger. 

“You should eat it,” Lucifer says casually. Ashton eyes it warily. 

“Do I look like an idiot?” he says. Lucifer rolls his eyes. 

“What, you think I’ve carved a banishing sigil into the lettuce?” he says, like it’s the most ludicrous idea in the world, and then stops. “Hmm. That might be one to try on Michael, actually.” Ashton, because he’s a good friend and an even better angel, dutifully sends a prayer in Michael’s direction informing him as such. Michael doesn’t respond, and Ashton withdraws before he gets too close to the dark spikes of whatever it is that Michael’s currently giving off. 

“I don’t want your food,” Ashton says, because it’s true, he doesn’t want Lucifer’s food, and pushes the cheeseburger away from him childishly. Lucifer rolls his eyes, but pulls the cheeseburger towards himself, and takes a huge bite out of it, holding Ashton’s gaze as he does. Ashton prays for the strength not to watch the line of his throat as he swallows, but He doesn’t seem to be listening. 

“Have you always been this fucking boring?” Lucifer comments idly, licking his finger obscenely, and oh, oh, the repentance for the thoughts that just went through Ashton’s head hits him like a train. He visibly flinches, and Lucifer grins. “Man, you know shit’s a lot more fun when you don’t feel shitty about every thought you have.” 

“I don’t feel bad,” Ashton grits out, because he doesn’t. Repentance is a necessary consequence of sin, and he always feels good that he’s repented. Lucifer shrugs, and takes another bite of the burger. Ashton swallows, not entirely because he kind of wishes the burger were going down his throat instead of Lucifer’s. Like he knows what Ashton’s thinking, Lucifer quirks a brow at him. 

“You can still have some,” he offers. 

“I-” Ashton winces again, unable to say I don’t want any, because he does, he really does. Lucifer laughs, and pushes the burger back towards Ashton, but there’s something fond in his eyes, and it makes Ashton feel a little sick with something that he tries not to identify as guilt. 

“Eat,” he says, and it’s soft, it’s gentle, and it breaks Ashton’s heart into a million pieces. The Devil shouldn’t have it in him to care about anyone, least of all Ashton. 

Ashton can’t rid himself of that sneaking suspicion, though, staring at the burger in trepidation, and Lucifer sighs. 

“You really don’t trust me, huh?” he says, and there’s a note of bitterness in his voice. Ashton hates it, hates himself more for causing it, hates the guilt and confusion that washes over him as an immediate consequence of both of those thoughts. 

“You are the Devil,” Ashton points out, and Lucifer huffs out a laugh. 

“I’d never fuck with my second-favourite angel,” he says solemnly. 

“I’m glad Michael’s safe, then,” Ashton shoots back before he can stop himself, and Lucifer grins, shaking his head. 

“Why do I love you?” he says, and there’s something so raw and wistful in his tone that Ashton wants to cry, wants to reach out, wants to tell him I’m sorry, I’m wish I could make it better, I wish I could fix this, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wish I’d never loved you, I wish I’d found a way to stop loving you. 

Instead of saying anything, because nothing would be enough, and anything would be too much, he reaches forwards, picks up the burger, and brings it to his lips.

The radiant smile Lucifer gives him is all angel, no Devil. 

#lashton #drabbles #this is not a drabble its like...a full length fic but anyway #Anonymous #holyverse

[minyoongisjiminie]

"i can't say i'm surprised anymore, i mean i felt it all, felt it all." (yg)

ship: yoongi x reader

genre: angst (but still has a kinda beautiful fulfilling ending to it lol)

disclaimer: none

synopsis: you weren’t a good person, because you didn’t know who you were. so you eliminate, the only person that has good intentions for you, out of your life. however, one thing you didn’t know: yoongi is way ahead of you.. breaking up with yoongi, ended up in yoongi breaking up with you. 

words: 1.4k

give me a number that has a song lyric attached to it, I'll write you a drabble with more than 800 words and that lyric in it:)

a/n: I don't know what this is.. I swear, I tried :( It's really messy.. but I also realised it’s really realistic, in a way? I don’t know lol. maybe I’m actually thinking about doing a second part for this one? :’) if anyone is interested ofc.

nevertheless, hopefully @mini-pretzel you'll like it! this is for you, hun :)

-

It was mid september. Summer was coming to an end, and you realised how the weather already switched from sticky hot days, to days where you couldn’t possibly leave the house without a thin layered jacket.

You were sitting in a lowered chair, outside of the cafe you and yoongi met for the first time. Your fingers started to play mindlessly with the strings that were attached on your sleeves of your oversized denim jacket.

Normally, Yoongi was not someone that would ignore your messages nor his extreme punctuality...

It was less than 6 months ago, where you two met for the first time.

His aura was something you were quite fascinated with. It was something so tempting, back then, to lock eyes with a beautiful boy that had plugs in his ears, grasping a pen, writing fully lost in his thoughts. But nowadays, you just realised, that you two possessed just completely different personalities.

While you enjoyed partying and living life to the fullest, he was someone who would just want to stay at home. Preferably with you, talk or show you some music he composed recently.

To put it simply. He was just a safe place for you. A place to feel secure when the escapades would escalate. Someone who will hold your hair back when you would puke the living shit out, someone who will make you tea when you’re hungover from the party from last night, just someone that will look at you and tell you ”it’s fine”.

Sadly, you didn’t realise that for him you were much more than just a break from some casual amusement.

He didn’t want to fucking give up on you.

He waited for you to come home, every single day. Even if the clock already passed 5 am. Even when you came home puking on the ground. He would grab your hand wash your face, take off your clothes and put you into the bath tub.

He would still carry you all the way to the bed and gently stroke your hair, whispering to you how much he actually cares for you, while you were already passed out.

Across the months, he was so blinded by love to you, that he ignored all these horrible actions of yours, until his friends were finally done with your bullshit.

“Yoongs... Any relationship should define giving and taking... but you are just giving.. don’t you think it’s kinda weird that she never really gives you anything back? Even if it’s just a silly little night where you guys would do something that you prefer, rather than partying.”

Namjoon’s once stated words get back into Yoongi’s mind. Even back then he didn’t gave up on you. You told him that “maybe it was just a phase, maybe it was just your way to release some pressure”. That he “exactly knew who you were, and that he was just waiting for you to open up to him”.

However... you never did. Because for you, there was never someone that loved you so much, that stayed for that long, to see something special in a nobody like you. So of course: You were scared to open up.

That was the key word.

Fear.

“There you are..”

You stood up from your chair, in too much of a hurry, when you saw Yoongi walking up to you.

Yoongi looked like.. well.. Yoongi.

He wore a grey-ish shirt and a black cardigan. The hood was sitting on his head, and just the contrast of his pale skin with the black fabric made you shiver... His hair was messy but fluffy and stood up on every side. No one would look great in that kind of clothing. But exceptions are always possible...

“I waited like..”

You avoided any eye contact. You slightly rubbed your arm and tried to think for words that would make this situation a bit less awkward. Well, you failed, there without even ending your sentence.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Yoongi said in such a harsh tone, that you needed to take a step back. It was so unfamiliar to you, that you did not know how to handle this situation. You just looked at him, his eyes radiated darkness that you've gotten intensly afraid of him.

“Oh, so you feel the same way?”

Finally, your words broke the overly heated air.

From an outside view, you guys looked so weirdly different. Of course you were, but at this point, people that were walking by would just think that you were complete strangers, maybe even meeting for the first time.

Yoongi just plainly looked at you. His lips were formed to a bitter smile and you were ready to just bring it over with. Maybe you weren’t the only one that had some things to say..

“You know. 6 months ago, right here at this cafe you told me how much you thought I was insanely attractive. I didn’t understand that someone like you, such a bomb girl with a beautiful strong mind, could like someone like me...”

Your mouth felt dry, and you realized that you fucked up. Big time.

“You are so beautiful.. So freshly different than all the other girls, I dated. But you were blinded by all those nonsense factors, like your friends, alcohol... god maybe even drugs, huh?”

His tone got sharper and sharper with every word that came out of his lips.

You sucked in your cheeks and felt so small. He was right. Maybe you were just a irrelevant follower of everything the people in your enviroment did. You just molded yourself into their way of living life. Right here after so many years.. you realised that you were disgusted. You transformed into someone that you never wanted to be. Irrelevant. Someone that did nothing in life, achieved nothing special to be proud of. There was nothing special in you.

“But I believed in you.”

His words came out sensitive and coughed out. Yoongi was never a person that was too emotional. Yet, he was always there for you showed his love fully, without feeling weird.

“After all, I can’t say I’m surprised anymore... that you didn’t feel anything.. you know I mean.. I felt it all.. felt it all..”

You nodded slightly and rubbed your eye as response. After all you wanted to break up with him, but it ended up with him destroying your heart in a way you never thought it was even possible. You were so sure of your feelings, thinking that you weren’t interested anymore, ready to just throw him away like an old used toy. Nevertheless, now you realised, you actually neeeded him more than anyone right now. Yet, it was too late. You played him, and he had enough.

“I won’t let you or any other girl do this to me.. Ever again.”

His eyes glistened fully with tears, but his bitter smile was still sitting tightly on his lips.

You shut your eyes hoping that you were just dreaming, that right now you were laying next to him. After waking up you would know to never party again! To never talk with your so called “friends” again! To be yourself, to trust this boy!

Although you wished for that so much.. it would not happen. And you needed to let him go. For him. Because he shouldn’t endure this any longer.

“Yoongi.. I’m sorry. I did not deserve you.”

You took a step closer, in front of him. He looked like he was hurting physically, as you were approaching him.

“I don’t really know who I am.”

Surprisingly, he smiled slightly. It wasn’t a big “let’s-get-back-together” smile or something. But it was a hopeful smile, that encouraged you to go on.

“I guess now I want to find myself.. And if I know the answer, I would like to call you to go back to this cafe.. To recall an old memory?”

His little smile got wider and he nodded once again. “I can forgive the old Y/N... when the new Y/N, can proof herself, not to me!”

He raised his eyebrows and aimed to himself with his pale crooked index finger, then to you.

“But to herself, that she’s one badass woman that can take over the entire world if she just wants to.”

He then shook his head, made sure that his hoddie was still sitting comfortably on his head and just left. You weren’t mad at him. He didn’t need to say goodbye. Because you did not deserve on slightly.

And maybe...

It wasn’t even one.

#bts fanfic #daeguboynet #hyunglinenetwork #armiesnet #bangtanarmynet #bts drabble #yoongi fanfic #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #suga bts #myg

[nutriyumaddict]

I'm like 101% sure Leslie looooooves being spanked by Ben! #justathought #confession

Oh anon, I agree with this thought 101%! ;-)

My own headcanon is that it’s usually very playful and something that evolves during a roleplay scenario or maybe even accidentally but then Leslie is like oh wow and IS INTO IT and so it becomes something that happens when they are in the mood.

Because yeah, she loves it and so does Ben because A. it is sexy and fun, and B. it turns her on so much.

Right.

So anyway, here, have a surprisingly tame bubble-era drabble about Leslie discovering that she wants Ben to spank her.

Also, thank you for the ask/thought/confession! :D

* * * *

It had started innocently enough.

A sneaky dinner led to a sneaky night in bed together at Leslie’s house, which led to a sneaky breakfast in her kitchen before Ben planned on going home to change clothes and head into work from his own place.

Except, while they were making pancakes, there was an incident. An occurrence.

There was a thing.

Ben had turned to her, all bed-head and soft smile and commented, “Hey, here’s a thought, what if we put some sausages inside these pancakes? You know, kind of fold them over like a–”

“Calzone?” Leslie had teased, unable to hide her amusement. “I don’t know, that seems kind of pointless to me.”

He’d smiled and rolled his eyes but when she passed by him on her way to the table with the syrup a few seconds later, he’d reached out and smacked her on the butt. It wasn’t that hard or anything, but there was definitely a distinctive slapping noise and then a sting and an unexpected jolt that seemed to shoot right between her thighs and make her wet.

Whoa. What the hell was that?

Right afterwards, Ben had quickly apologized and seemed a little embarrassed, even a bit surprised that he’d done that at all.

They both laughed it off and sat down at her kitchen table and ate non-calzone style pancakes and drank coffee and made plans for a movie after work.

But now, hours later at her desk, it was still all she could think about.

Ben had spanked her. Well, he’d slapped her on the ass once, but oh god, what if he did it again?

It was certainly different than anything that’d ever gotten her all hot and bothered before, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not get the memory of it out of her head. The feel of his warm, big hand as it slapped against her–even if she was still wearing pajama bottoms and beneath that, hot pink and black striped panties–it made her squirm in her seat as she remembered it now.

Nope, she simply could not stop her mind from wandering back to that morning. And not only that, she soon was thinking about him doing it in all kinds of different ways. What if he was Teddy Roosevelt to her Eleanor and there was some sort of a diplomatic scandal?

What if Betsy Ross embroidered naughty images into the first flag?

What if, say, Leslie Knope turned in the trail maintenance report late this week and she had to report to Assistant City Manager Ben Wyatt’s office for an…erotic punishment.

Oh no, but Mr. Wyatt, I must have forgotten all about it.

He’d be sitting there at his desk gazing at her with all of his intensity and focus and he’d call her over from the doorway and she’d start unbuttoning her pants and then pushing her panties down as she went to him and…mmmmmhmmmmm.

Leslie rubbed her thighs together under her desk.

“What?” Tom asked from across the room.

Her eyes widened. Crap on a carrot. Did she actually mmmmmhmmmmm out loud?

“Nothing! Nothing! Um, just mmmmm…I need a snack. Yeah. I should go do that. Get a snack. It’s the most important meal of the day,” she told Tom in a rush, as she pushed her chair back and stood.

“Oh, if you’re going to the cafeteria, get me a lemon poppy seed muffin but only if it looks less than three hours old. If not, a blueberry one but only if there are an even number of blueberries on top, but–”

“Yeah, yeah, lemon blueberry muffin. Got it,” Leslie said distractedly over her shoulder, hurrying out into the hallway for a change of scenery.

If she didn’t know that Ben was in meetings all day, she’d burst into his office and drag him into a closet for some hardcore making out.

But, no. No, Leslie, you can’t do that, she thought. You’re at work and he’s practically your boss and sexy things are forbidden at work and nope. Nope.

Knope…keep your pants on and be professional.

As she paced down the other end of the hallway and then started back again, Leslie tried once more to make sense of this unexpected turn of events.

Was this a turn-on she’d always had but just didn’t know about? In lieu of her usual go-to for problem-solving, a detailed pros and cons list, she instead went through her most recent ex-boyfriends and tried to decide if the idea of one of them spanking her did anything.

Mark. Ew. No.

Justin? Nope, not really.

That inappropriate MRI technician that Ann had set her up with? Not really a boyfriend but also gross.

Dave was a big no as well (plus that idea just seemed really, really weird for some reason, even if he was a cop and already kind of an authority figure who had his own handcuffs).

But Ben? Sweet, sexy, adorable Ben with his plaid shirts, skinny ties, and cute butt, and his occasional hard-ass fascist tendencies while he was at work? Mmmmmhmmmmm.

Huh, she mmmmmhmmmmm’d again.

Okay, well, this was definitely a thing.

* * * *

That night she had butterflies in her stomach as they started watching a movie on her couch.

Actually, they were the same butterflies that’d been there all day, only taking a brief break when she’d finally given up around two in the afternoon, gone into the ladies’ room, and quietly masturbated in a stall.

It turned out that ironically watching Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull with Ben and him dorkily going on about refrigeration and Wolverine claws (what?) wasn’t even turning her off.

Oh no. It was all so, so still turned on.

She hit pause on the DVD.

“I need to say something. Right now, because I’ve been thinking about it all day. And I can’t take it anymore.”

“Oh?” He put the popcorn down and looked at her with a tentative smile. “Okay. What is it?”

“This morning, while we were making breakfast? When you–”

“Oh, god, Leslie. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do anything to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to slap your butt, I–”

“No. Wait. Ben, you don’t understand. That’s not what I’m saying at all. It’s okay. In fact. It’s fine. Well, better than fine. Really.”

Her secret boyfriend (and boss, technically speaking) looked a little confused so she climbed into his lap, because his lap was right there and looked all comfy and inviting, and she didn’t want him to be a perplexed sea otter when she told him she thought it might be fun if he spanked her.

“Hi.”

“Hi. So, what I’m trying to say, is that I liked it. When you did that this morning,” she took a breath and decided to keep on going. “And if you wanted to do that again, you could. I mean, I want you to. Spank me. It was sexy. Really sexy and Ben, tonight after the movie, I was thinking–what if we pretended that I forgot to turn in the trail maintenance report or something and oh no, oops, I’m in trouble.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“You know, the sexy kind of trouble. The kind where you have to spank me,” Leslie finished with a wink.

Ben’s eyes widened but only for the briefest of seconds, then they turned all dark as he continued to stare at her. And yeah, he definitely looked into it too, Leslie thought with both relief and her continued, ever-present-since-this-morning arousal.

“And I’m your boss in this scenario, huh?” His hand started rubbing along her lower back, teasingly dropping lower after his question.

“Yeah.”

“And…you’re…addicted to spanking?”

What?

Leslie giggled at that, even if he was kind of smirking when he said it. “Well, hold on there, buddy. Addicted is kind of a strong word, but maybe we could try it and see if I liked it as much as I think I might?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. I mean, um, sure, we could maybe try that? If you want to. I guess.” His sarcasm was adorable as always.

She leaned in for a kiss that he eagerly returned and soon his hands were gripping onto her hips.

When Leslie pulled back, he gave her an affectionate smile, before his expression turned more serious.

“Ms. Knope, it seems as if your trail maintenance report was not on my desk this morning,” Ben told her in a very no-nonsense, mean Ben tone. “I’m afraid that’s not acceptable.”

“Mmmmmhmmmmm.”

#parks and rec drabble #oh look it's a smutty fic #ask box fun #I did this quickly - there might be typos