#lesliexben

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Random Friday headcanons:

* While she’s (very) pregnant, Leslie jokes to Ben about naming the triplets heartburn, swollen ankles, and hemorrhoids.

* When Stephen is 11 he finds an old ventriloquist dummy at a junk store and uses his allowance to buy it. It creeps Ben out a lot. Stephen names the dummy Mr. Clappers.

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Please oh please write a Fic where Ben gets super ridiculously turned on by Leslie's fingerless gloves and cargo pants that is followed by hardcore boning. I would love you forever

Hello! Thank you anon, this was a wonderful prompt! It got me motivated to actually write and post something (hooray!)

I hope you enjoy! <3

“I was thinking of wearing this to the volunteer picnic.”

“Yeah, looks great, babe,” Ben mumbled distractedly, not really bothering to look up from the polling numbers on his laptop.

It’s not that he didn’t care, but they were slowly and steadily creeping up on Bobby Newport and Ben had to keep glancing at the pattern to fully appreciate it. Could they maybe actually win? She could actually win.

Of course, Leslie was going to win.

A few seconds passed and then his candidate/girlfriend interrupted him again, this time sounding a bit more impatient. “Ben, I’m thinking of wearing this to the volunteer picnic tomorrow if you think you can control yourself. If I wear this. Care to take a look?”

“What?” He finally glanced up and took in her outfit–tan pants and a plaid shirt. “Yeah, it looks really nice.” Ben frowned. “Wait. What do you mean if I can control myself?”

“Because of my pants,” she responded, giving him a wink and then a spin. “These are my cargo pants.”

It was weird, he thought, feeling his dick twitch with interest at her words.

Obviously, cargo pants weren’t necessarily a sexy outfit. They weren’t inherently anti-sexy, he supposed, but they weren’t an item of clothing that Ben would see normally and…start to feel turned on.

But Leslie in cargo pants? When she’d already explained to him (over glasses of wine, way back when they were first secretly dating) that cargo pants were on her Top Ten List of Clothing Items That are Super Sexy? Yep. Cargo pants apparently do it for him now.

Incidentally, Leslie’s top ten list was as follows:

1. Fingerless gloves

2. Cargo pants

3. Metal bikini tops

4. Shirts that look wet all the time

5. Vests with nothing underneath

6. Blazers with nothing underneath

7. Sequined bow ties

8. Mysterious hats

9. Phantom of the Opera masks

10. ThongsHe was already a fan of that last one (and number three, because duh, Princess Leia and that gold bikini), but everything else on the list was…a bit puzzling. Of course, vests and blazers accidentally popping open were an easy sell, and he could certainly understand the appeal of the Phantom of the Opera mask. But over the course of the last few months, he’s kind of gotten on board with Leslie’s whole quirky list.

“Let me get this straight,” he answered, shutting his laptop for the night and putting it on the bedside table. “You’re asking me if tomorrow, if you wear those pants to the picnic, if I can control myself–”

“Right. Control your reaction,” she interrupted, making a face like she was trying not to laugh. “To my cargo pants.”

“Ohhhh. Okay. My reaction. Are you talking about my penis?”

Leslie starting giggling and nodding, all while walking closer to where he was sprawled out on her bed, his back resting against the headboard.

“Yes. That’s what I’m talking about, Ben.”

“I will do my best to keep it under control and in my pants, Knope.”

“Hmmmm,” Leslie seemed to consider this before she opened the nightstand and took out a pair of black fingerless gloves.

“Alright. Well, that’s just not fair,” Ben said, starting to grin.

He watched as she slowly put them on, all while giving him a sexy, knowing smile. And then she climbed into his lap.

“Are you wearing the gloves tomorrow? Because then I might have to amend my–”

He didn’t even get any further into his sentence before she attacked his face with hers.  And really, that was just what Ben was hoping she’d do.

He might have to keep it in his pants at the campaign event tomorrow but there’s no reason it has to stay in his pants tonight.

“You like the cargo pants?” Leslie asked against his lips, smiling when he rubbed his nose playfully against hers.

“I like the cargo pants,” he responded as he started to unzip the pants in questions.

“Cargo pants are sexy?”

“Uh-huh. Super sexy.” Even if he was having an issue trying to tug them down her hips while she was sitting on him.

“Ha! Got you! I told you! I told you they were sexy and you just said–”

Ben growled and kissed her again before she could even finish gloating. Yes, she was right, but right now, there were more important things to do.

But still, she probably deserved her moment, Ben decided.

“Your cargo pants get me really turned on,” he whispered. “All the zippers and pockets and the way your butt looks.”

“Mmmmm, see?”

He nodded and then licked against her collarbone.

“Oops, your top popped open,” Ben teased a few seconds later, after he got all the buttons undone. It’s not like he was going to really pop the buttons off her plaid shirt, but he figured she’d appreciate that turn of phrase.

“Oops,” Leslie repeated, moving off him briefly to get her pants the rest of the way off.

They’d only been back together for about three months and he still found himself unbelievably grateful that she’d suggested that they do this thing for real. In fact, they’d seemed to have gone from barely speaking to being almost inseparable since that night at the smallest park. If he wasn’t spending the night over here, she was over at his house. They worked together and slept together and really, Ben didn’t think he’d ever been happier.

Even if living in Pawnee was turning him into a weirdo that got a boner from the sight of his girlfriend in a pair of cargo pants and fingerless gloves.

After her pants were discarded, along with his, they spent a fair amount of time rolling around on her bed. In the middle of it, Ben reached back, sliding his hand along her hip and when he kept going…he got a handful of bare ass.

“Oh god, you’re wearing a thong too?”

The thong in question boasted bright pink and purple polka dots, but still.

“Laundry day,” Leslie responded as she helped him get his shirt off.

He groaned and squeezed her butt again as she wrapped her hand around him (but not before she pulled her one glove off first) and fuck, he really was turned on. It only took a few minutes of kissing and hardcore making out, and soon, they were both naked.

Ben brushed his tongue against Leslie’s clit and smiled when she bucked against him. Going down on her served a couple of different purposes, the most important being, he loved making her come with his mouth. But also, it made him even harder, just hearing the sounds she made as he licked and fingered her, spreading her open and inhaling her scent.

By the time he pushed inside, they were both pretty worked up. Leslie had managed to twist around so that he was kind of spooning into her, her one leg back a bit and almost over his hip.

“Is this okay?” Ever since she’d told him once about how she’d had an ex (Jason? Justin? Asshole?) that always managed to get her into uncomfortable, pretzel-like positions, Ben made a point of making sure she was cool if stuff seemed super bendy or new.

“Yeah. I can’t believe we haven’t done it like this before!”

He laughed and thrust in harder, then leaned closer and teased the skin of her neck with his teeth. She just felt so amazing and warm and soft and god, he was going to come so hard.

He was so close.

Leslie reached back to take his hand in hers, the one that still had a fingerless glove on and good lord, it was all so sexy and perfect and hot and goofball that he could barely stand it. Ben’s thrusts sped up and then he was right there, his orgasm exploding through him as she clenched around him.

Yeah. Fine. He could see why the gloves were number one on the list.

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I’m not really sure that Leslie Knope was into Liz Phair in the 90s but I’m pretty she put Supernova on one of those mix CDs for Ben...

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❝ that wasn’t an apology & you know it. ❞ please :)

Yay! Thank you! <3

❝That wasn’t an apology and you know it.❞

“Huh? Yes, it was. I apologized! I said sorry!” Leslie brushed his accusation off, not with total annoyance, but just a touch of indignation. The kind where she scrunched her face up and looked super cute.

“Sorry that he lives in Eagleton isn’t really an apology. Fun fact–a commercial for ginger ale isn’t really an apology either.”

That made her snicker a little, which in turn made him grin. Since proposing to her, practically everything made him grin, from watching Leslie eat waffles to watching Leslie be bizarrely unable to apologize to Wreston St. James.

“This park is supposed to be a celebration of Pawnee by Pawnee and for Pawnee.” she continued, clearly on a roll. “Besides, there was a sorry in there when I was talking. So it counts! I did it! Ha!”

His fiancée was just so passionate and amazing but truly, the most stubborn person he’d ever met.

“It doesn’t count,” he confirmed, walking closer.

“Are you sure? My mouth was super dry and that Canada Dry definitely helped.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Come on, you can do this. I know you can do this. Mr. St. James is being pretty gracious here and you owe him a real apology. He’s a good guy. He’s just trying to help you. He’s trying to help Pawnee.”

“Ughhhhh, Ben. This just goes against the natural order of everything! People from Eagleton are snobby and pretentious and the idea of one of them being owed an apology is truly preposterous! I say preposterous, good sir!”

Uh-oh, she was using a British accent–he was losing her.

Ben glanced around the empty courtyard and then back through the window to admire Wreston’s choice of casual weekend attire as he stood there looking confused.

“Okay, look, why don’t you just stay out here and practice and I’ll go back inside and keep Mr. St. James company. You know, just in case Burt Macklin and Judy Hitler stop by again.”

“Or…we can forget all about this apology thing and go make out behind the garbage bins.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

It was both sexy and silly. And definitely tempting. But no.

“A real apology, honey.” Ben patted her shoulder and stepped back before he could change his mind and lead her towards the courtyard’s large trash receptacle.

“I’m wearing the polka dot panties you like.”

“No. Go apolo…wait…the blue and white ones?”

“Yep.” The eyebrow wiggle was back in all its ridiculous and strangely erotic glory.

He groaned. “Look, babe, just work out your stuff out here, come back inside,  say sorry, and then we can take a make out break. Because you, m’dear, are a complete goofball and I am very interested in seeing your panties.”

Leslie grinned and moved closer. “The polka dot ones? The ones I have on? Down here?”

He nodded and stepped close enough to rub his nose against hers.

“Yep. Those. Down there. But first, apologize. For real,” Ben whispered next to her ear, before kissing the side of her head. “It’s the right thing to do.”

“Sometimes doing the right thing is really difficult,” Leslie replied with a sigh. “Especially when an Eagletonian is involved.

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❝ quick, you need to hide before they see you! ❞

Almost 500 words of bubble-era fluff. hooray for the first thing I’ve written since like Oct 2017!

“Quick! You need to hide before they see you!”

She was tugging him towards…well, Ben didn’t know exactly where Leslie was leading him—he’d only been over to her house once before (last night) and at that time, he didn’t really get the full tour of anything besides her bedroom.

“What? Wait. What?” He was a little confused, but he let her drag him to the right anyway, and then she was opening a door. Ah, a closet door and a small space that was jam-packed with board games and boots and afghans and…old telephones.

Old telephones?

“Just get in here for a minute and hide,” she said, like it was the most reasonable thing in the whole world.

“You’re hiding me in a closet? Seriously?”

The doorbell rang again.

“Ben! Come on! Go!” She moved closer and gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. I know this is weird. But I have to get the door and you’re my boss and you have a really cute butt and you can’t be here. It’ll look wrong. We need to be sneaky, remember?”

“I know, but…isn’t it just some girl scouts at the door? Do they really know who I—“

She cut off his words with a quick kiss. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

And then she shut the door. And a board game fell on his head.

He could hear Leslie at her front door, saying hi to each girl in turn and asking about their day. Of course, she knew everyone’s name and that made him smile despite his current situation in a dark closet with coat hangers and stacked rotary phones poking into his back.

He should probably ask her about the phones. That was a little weird, right?

Moments later, Leslie opened the door.

“Hi.”

“Oh, hey,” he answered a bit sarcastically. But really, he wasn’t mad or even annoyed, not when she was standing there grinning at him in that cute polka dot shirt and six boxes of girl scout cookies in her arms.

“I see you did some shopping.”

She laughed. “Of course I did! Thin Mints and well, it’s mostly Thin Mints. That’s all they had left. Do you like Thin Mints?”

Ben nodded as he left his hiding place. He took a few of the boxes from her as they walked over to the couch.

“I was thinking we could have some wine and watch a documentary on the history channel? And…eat cookies for dinner.”

Good lord, Ben thought, if he kept eating sugar for dinner at Leslie’s, he was going to have to start eating vegetables for breakfast.

“Alright,” he nodded and the gave her a smile. “As long as there’s cuddling.”

“Mmmmm,” she answered, snuggling against him. “Cuddling and then maybe we could make out again. Hiding you in my closet was really sexy.”

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Today Ben Wyatt is a Leslie Knope emotional task force of one, with back rubs, assurances on how statistically Hillary Clinton will most likely win (WILL DEFINITELY WIN), cute animal videos, etc...

He’s making waffle runs to JJ’s as needed and having all the triplets pile on top of Leslie and cuddle her to help her relax.

And also later he has to take her phone and laptop away and hide them so that she stops obsessively checking the news.

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Try to tell me that this look of his doesn’t lead to lumberjack roleplay later...

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Random prompt: Ben and Leslie's makeup process after a big argument

Ohhhhh, I forgot I had this message!! :)

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!

Can I answer this as a headcanon question instead of a prompt?

For one reason, because I feel like they don’t fight all that often and I’ve already written two fics where they were fighting: Halloween Candy (Parts 1 and 4) and The Pawnee-Eagleton Tip-Off Classic Pre-Game (warning - NSFW ;-)

Both of those fics kind of show what I think their make-up process is–one of them (usually Leslie, since she typically gets all of her anger out first and thus, cools down first) starts to try and touch the other, whether it’s playing footsie or trying to hold hands. It’s a good way to gauge if the other person is still mad. And also, Ben has a hard time not wanting to touch her if she’s rubbing her foot against him or something like that.

In the beginning of their relationship, she’s also prone to just jumping on him and sitting on him and refusing to get off of him until he tells her what he’s upset about. :) Like here!

I think they probably fought the most while her recall stuff was going on because Leslie was just so incredibly hurt and upset and sometimes her feelings got displaced onto Ben. I feel like the Eagleton-Pawnee Tip-Off fight is one of the only times they ever went to bed still a little mad at one another.

In general, I personally don’t think they fight a whole lot. Yes, they are both very stubborn and opinionated, but I really don’t see their relationship as volatile at all, it is much more harmonious. They both have strong opinions and feelings, but they’re also both reasonably mature adults who are committed to working together and being a successful team and who are very much in love.

That said, Ben tries to work on not holding stuff inside if he’s mad or something is bothering him and Leslie works on tempering her reactions to things a bit. It usually works, but yeah, on occasion they end up standing in a freezing cold fountain after work. :)

They are both always very willing and eager to apologize when the argument/fight is over. And making up tends to lead to boning (duh).

Small arguments and dumb fights about who didn’t take the garbage out or do dishes usually end quickly, with one of them doing or saying something that makes the other one laugh. Which also tends to lead to boning ;-)