first of all HELLO, thank you for your ask! always happy to have them <3 secondly, sorry it took me so long to answer! i had to spend a while considering what i wanted to say, because i find choosing a favourite anything very hard (and also because the show encompasses a lot! and im not even done yet). i decided i'd do a bit of a cop out, and give my favourites in a couple categories.

"A spot of mummery you say, hmm? Perhaps I would, had I a mask for myself this eve."

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Ohboyherewego.gif so this is an Evil Morty/Morticia fanfic with the Reader as Morticia, specifically my own OC version of her who is cursed with a deck of tarot cards given to her by The Devil--a character who appeared in only one episode in Season 1 because the showrunners hadn't decided how they wanted to handle the concept of magic or religion yet. The cards are always, without exception, correct and oftentimes they are only accurate because she drew cards in the first place.

A little ramble: so Rick and Morty is a very awkward "like" of mine not because it developed a reputation as cringe after Season 3 but because S3 wrecked the show's entire premise and it has never fully recovered. Additionally, one of the two creators got booted right after we had a season that was a really good attempt at returning to form (despite not being convicted of any alleged crimes and the charges being later dismissed) so I don't have any hope for the future of the series.

Evil Morty is always a cutie though, with a 3/4 Good Featured Episodes hit rate! He's always special to me! <3

It may just be the writer autism specifically, but when I like something, I keep it in a preserved state in my head of what it was at the peak of my liking it. My brain is a cryostasis chamber powered by my heart.

Awwwwww!!!! Thank you love!!! I’ve had several things happen this week that have made me happy, but may I say getting this ask made me happy because it reminded me of the other things that happened this week to make me happy?

How religious is your OC? Do they pray to any god(s) or do they not believe in that kind of stuff? What is their view of religion in general? Where do they believe people go when they die? If your OC is not religious why not and what do they believe in otherwise?

Mumune is a devout believer in Halone, the Fury. Despite butting heads with the city-state that worships her most, her father continued to observe his believe in Halone even after leaving Ishgard- something that rubbed off on his daughter. Mumune views Halone as a bit of a warrior goddess, representing the glory of combat as well as the honor found in it, but also respect for your opponent in combat. Everyone is fighting for something- enjoyment, justice, survival, and so much more.

While she is devout to the Fury, she respects other beliefs as well. Having met worshippers of other members of the Twelve and those who worship other deities entirely from said pantheon, she actually loves hearing about different customs and beliefs. She’s growing especially soft for Rhalgr the more she learns on him.

send me a tv series and I’ll tell you:

my all-time ultimate fave character -- oh geeze. i mean, Christopher, because that child actor is a gift & he adds so much to every scene he’s in. but main character -- probably Eddie. i’m a sucker for the way he takes care of his son, i’m interested in his backstory & want to see more, his friendships with the rest of the 118 are so fabulous & important. but i also love hen, chimney, and bobby a WHOLE WHOLE LOT. & athena! & buck! basically i like them all, & it’s a problem. 

a character I didn’t used to like but now do --  i’m going to echo you on this one. i wasn’t a big fan of Buck at the beginning of S1. i got a lot of secondhand embarrassment and cringey moments from him, i haaaated the fuckboy thing, just. yeah. but then we got to Buck 2.0 when he started seeing abby & i just -- that’s good character development, y’all. i love him.

a character I used to like but now don’t: like i said, i have a hard time because i really do like them all!

a character I’m indifferent about:  hm, abby. i wasn’t upset that she didn’t come back, like at all. 

a character who deserved better: mmm, Shannon, definitely -- she was the victim of some seriously bad writing. 

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: madney. mostly because i don’t like jennifer love hewitt & i’m sorry, please don’t come for me! 

a ship I’ve never been able to get over:  does this have to be a canon ship?? because i will ship Athena/Bobby forever & ever & ever.

a cute, low-key ship: are Hen/Karen lowkey? i love them! 

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: i don’t think i have one.

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened:  Buck/Ali? Buck/therapist? Buck/firetruck girl? Buck/snake girl? Buck/reporter lady? SERIOUSLY get that boy some help & a real love interest, stat

my favourite storyline/moment:  my favorite moment is by far the scene after the tsunami, with, “There’s no one on this earth I trust with my son more than you,” between Buddie. i also loved Bobby’s recovery arc, & i’m digging the rage storyline for Eddie. he’s got a lot to be angry about, & there’s a lot of awesome angst potential that i’m looking forward to. 

a storyline that never should have been written: i would’ve been happy if they’d dropped the whole lawsuit nonsense!

my first thoughts on the show: “Why am I even watching this? I don’t even like this kind of show!”

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.”