behind my desk

“wait, warlock… that has to be a mistake.”

there was a strained kind of quiet in the room the minute those words fell from this man’s lips, the glow of the warm lamp light lighting him up from behind as he stood over magnus’s desk. magnus’s face was illuminated by the subtle blue light spilling from his fingers as they swirled over the piece of paper in front of him. his jaw was set in a tight line, slightly jutted forward and his eyebrows pulled together. despite that his body language was entirely relaxed, nearly lounging in the large armchair as he drew up the bill in front of him, magic spilling from his fingertips as easy as the steady rise and fall of his chest.

"i assure you, shadowhunter, there is no mistake.” magnus’s eyes snapped up, appraising the man with a pointed kind of disdain from underneath heavy brows. his tone was somewhere between a snarl and a purr, too relaxed but with an icy kind of anger curled into each syllable. it had been a long day, far too long. a day filled with not enough work that felt truly meaningful and this man had lit a match too close to an extremely short fuse.

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God Fuck

Anonymous said:

Smut where Ashton finds you touching yourself and he gets mad. Daddy kink pls. Make it fairly long. Thx 

I gotchu and don’t mind the title, its a thing w me and Maddi


Ashton’s POV:

“Mmm,” I hear, dropping my bag.  I check my watch and it’s about nine thirty. My little girl is usually asleep by eight thirty. “Daddy!” I hear her moan. I’m a little confused as to why I hear the moans coming from my office and not upstairs where her room is.

“Mmh, Daddy,” I hear. I finally reach my office door. “Daddy, please,” she squeaks. I walk in and see my little girl sat in the big brown chair behind my desk. Her knees were pushed up as she held a vibrator in her panties against her pussy.

“Please, Daddy,” she moans again, her head thrown back as she pushes the toy against her pussy, applying more pressure. “Please what, baby?” I ask. I could have just watched her get off, but joining in would be much more fun. Y/N gasps, the vibrator falling to the floor as her eyes dart up to me.

“Daddy-” “It seems like I have a naughty little girl.” I cut her off. She knew very well she wasn’t allowed in my office when I wasn’t there, she especially wasn’t allowed to go in there to get her toy.

She was supposed to be punished for a week. No vibrator or touching herself was her punishment for teasing me at a pool party we had attended Friday.

It’s now Wednesday and it looks like she couldn’t resist. This is the second time this week she’s been caught playing with herself. “You’ve been a horny little girl this week, haven’t you?” I say as and walk closer to her.

“Here, you dropped your toy, princess.” I bend down to pick up the vibrator. “Put it back baby.” She gives me a questioning look. “Go ahead baby, it feels good for your little pussy?” I ask and she nods in response.

“Then go ahead.” I say softly. She reluctantly pushes the vibrator back into her underwear. I begin to pepper kisses all over her thighs, as I did I moved her hand from the handle of the vibrator replacing it with mine.

“Daddy doesn’t like bad girls.” I mumble as I pushed the vibrator against her pussy. “ ’M sorry, Daddy.” Y/N more so moans. “You’re sorry?” I remove the vibrator to where it’s not against her but still in her little underwear.

She nods.

“But honey, this is the second time in a matter of three days.” I push it back. “You’re a very, very bad girl and I know exactly what I’m going to do to you.” I spoke, rubbing her thigh as I watched her face scrunch up with pleasure from the vibrator being against her for so long.

“Daddy,” she moans quietly. “Mmh, you love that, don’t you? Daddy putting a vibrator against that lil’ cunt? Against your cute little clit, baby? That’s what you like?” “Mhmm,” she moans, her body starting to squirm.

“Like that princess? Hm?” I put the vibrator against her for a second, only to move it away the next. “Yeah, baby? Are you a good girl, hm?” “Yes,” she moans. “Don’t lie to me.” I say sternly, pulling the vibrator out of Y/N’s underwear.

“Take these off.” I pull at the top of her underwear.  “On the desk, now.” She sits on his desk, her legs crossed. “Baby,” I move my lips to her ear. “I haven’t got time for you to act like I’m not going to play with your cunt until you cry. Now uncross these legs so Daddy can punish his dirty little girl.”

She lets out a small sigh, opening her legs and scooting a little further on the cold desk. “Daddy, it’s cold.” She says quietly. “Ohh, really?” I pout in mocking her sadness as I bring my thumb to her clit to rub small circles.

“I was going to sit in my chair,” i say as I reach for the vibrator again, holding it against her clit. “Daddy,” she squeaks as her whole body jerks. “I don’t wanna hear anything out of that mouth.”

“Like I was saying.” I say, watching her pussy casually as I spoke. Watching the way she kept clenching, watching how swollen her little pussy got, how wet she was. “Fuck, you’re drenched. Too bad you won’t be able to cum.” I say sadly.

Barely paying attention to what I’m saying as I was so absorbed in watching the way her pussy moved under the vibrator. “But I have the real prize right here.” I applied more pressure. “Daddy!” She screams.

In one swift movement I removed the vibrator and slaped her pussy, hard. The slap was heard and so was her little squeak before her legs tried to close. “What did I say about that mouth?” “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she moans, only to receive another slap. She whines as she closes her legs, I let her.

“What’s wrong, baby?” “Daddy, please,” she whines as he opened her legs back up. “Please, what?” I ask as I unbuckled my belt, letting it fall to the floor as I pulled my pants and underwear down.

“Let me cum. Please Daddy, it hurts.” “Shhhh,” I hold her legs open as I rub my cock against her pussy. “F-” she stops herself from swearing. “Daddy! Daddy, please! No! Daddy, I can’t, please let me cum.” She says, knowing she wouldn’t be able to handle being fucked without cumming. She moans after, not being able to hold it in.

“Dadddyy,” she moans in pleasure, tears pricking at her eyes. “Mmh, you like Daddy’s cock, baby? Hm? You like when I rub your pussy with it?” “Mhmmm,” she moans, her hips thrashing around as her cheeks turned a darker shade of red, tears falling from her eyes. Tears of pleasure. Too much pleasure.

“I want you to bend over now princess.” She does as she’s told, turning around and bending over the desk. “Why aren’t your legs open?” I ask and in less than a second her legs are spread as far as they could go. “Good girl.” I kiss her head.

I thrust into her, not giving any sort of warning. “You thought you wouldn’t be caught? Moaning so loud while in Daddy’s office,” I spank her ass. “You’re such a bad girl.” I spread her ass cheeks as I slowed my fast thrusts, “Y/N, honey, I want to hear you say it. What are you, hm?”

“A-a bad girl.” She cries. “Daddy,” she nearly whispers. “I’m going to cum.” I slap her ass, “I said no.” “Mh,” she cries. “Please, Daddy.” Finally I pull out. “Honey, I know you love being teased.” She shakes her head no.

“But you’re pussy is dripping. All over Daddy’s floor, too.” She grips the desk, trying to rub her legs together to make some sort of friction. Only resulting in another slap to her ass. “Stop that!”

“Now, you’re going to stop being a bad girl. Do you understand?” “Y-yes.” Another spank. “Daddy! Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.” She moans. “You’re such a difficult little girl. You could have just been good, and waited for Daddy. Surely I would of helped you.”

“I know.” She says sadly. “Why’d you do it?” I peck the bottom of her ass, close to her pussy. “Hm?” “I-I just, I couldn’t wait.” “Oh, so you were being greedy.”
“I’m sorry,” she says and he can hear the tears in her voice.

“Don’t cry, princess. I know it feels funny, but this is what bad girls get.” I say, bending over her and wiping her tears. “Are you ready?” I ask softly. She reluctantly nods. I slowly enter her again, this time making sure he gets off. My thrusts were slow, and my grip was tight.  “You’re so tight, princess. Fuck,” I moan.

“So wet too. Fuck, Daddy’s cock slips right in.” I thrust for a while more. “Daddy,” Y/N moans quietly.  “Fuck,” I squeeze her ass as I cum inside of her, riding out my orgasm.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan as I pull out slowly, watching my cum leak from her pussy. “Good girl.” I breath.  “Turn around for me, let me see that precious face.”
She turns around, still sitting on the desk.

“Why were you crying?” I ask softly, kissing her temple. “Because my pussy hurts Daddy, I need to cum.” “I know you need to, princess, but you can’t.” I says sympathetically, my hand holding her jaw softly. “You know what being a bad girl gets you.” I rub her cheek with my thumb.

“I know.” Y/N looks down sadly. “C'mon baby, let’s go sleep now, yeah?” She nods her head. “Wait, my panties, Daddy.” She says as I pick her up and begins walking out of the room.

“You are going to have a shower, those ones are all messed up.” I say, picking her up. “Alright Daddy.” She says. “Let’s wash you up.” I says as my soapy hand comes in contact with her hip, making her jerk away.

I furrow my brows in confusion. “I don’t think you should touch me, Daddy.” She says. “I’m very sensitive right now.” “Oh baby girl, are you sure you don’t want Daddy to wash you?”

She nods. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I love you.” She kisses my cheek. “I love you too, princess. I’ll wait for you in the room.” When Y/N was finished she went into the room, and I helped her change into her pajamas. “Go to sleep, baby.” I kiss her lips before we cuddle.

“Daddy,” she asks after a while. “Yes?” “Am I really a bad girl?” “No, sweetie. You’re a good girl, you just misbehave sometimes.” “Can I be your good little girl again?” She turns around to face me. “Of course you can, baby. You’ll always be my good little girl.” I kiss her sweet lips once more before we both drift off into a deep sleep.

13.8.2015 2.52 p.m. - I’m back from Stockholm! And back behind my desk studying again. Recently I’ve been feeling like time is running out, even though there’s still a month left! Drinking some Celcius cola to get a little energy.
I’m going back to school shopping tomorrow! Would you guys like to see a haul? :) I might post one if someone wants me to.

A Poetic Heart - Lindir

Imagine: Discovering Lindir’s poetry that he has written about you. From @those-of-middle-earth 

A/N: Special thanks to @little-red-83  for helping me with this fic. And I’m sorry if the “poetry” sucks. I can’t write it, even if my life depended on it. But hey fluffy Lindir (I hope) and young!Meludir. Please enjoy!

Abbreviations: H/C: Hair color. S/T: Skin tone. L/N: Last name.

Warnings: The word ‘hellfire’, Reader believes she isn’t good enough, longing, heartbreak (temporary).

Words: About 1,500

Raindrops pattered on the lofty windows of Imladris’s library, a soft rumble of thunder rolling in the distance. I sat behind my desk reading old tales of dragon’s reign and men’s strifes when a small figure burst through the closed door, startling me. As I looked up, I recognized Meludir, Lindir’s younger brother, a leather-bound book tucked under his arm, a mischievous smile on his lips. I recognized Lindir, my dearest friend’s, nervous voice resounding through the halls. ‘Meludir. Meludir. Give it back!’

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not pictured: the delightful aftermath wherein I returned to my desk to find that the fucker had dISAPPEARED WHERE THE FUCK IS IT THIS HAPPENED LIKE 10 MINUTES AGO AND I AM VERY MUCH ON EDGE

Imagine Barry finding your phone and getting jealous

Barry’s P.O.V.

“New case,” Y/N says as soon as she walks into the building Friday morning. Tossing the folder onto my desk, she’s drops into the chair behind her own desk.

“Wonderful,” I mutter sarcastically. Y/N, Joe, and I had been swamped with cases all week and this was just another to stress our way through.

We fall silent after that, lost in our work.


“I’ve been sitting for so long,” Y/N groans almost three hours later. “Will you cover for me while I go to the bathroom?”

I sigh, but agree. Y/N drops what’s in her hands onto her desk and dashes out. In her hurry, she drops her phone onto the edge of the desk and it plops to the ground.

Worried, I stepped out from behind my desk and step across the aisle separating our desks. When I pick up her phone, the first thing I see is the notification for a text from someone named Stiles. The text? ‘I love you.’

Suddenly, a new feeling washes over me. I feel sad and disgusted and angry all at the same time. I set her phone onto her desk and return to my seat, restarting my work with renewed vigor.

Y/N returns a few moments later, a new bounce in her step. She stops abruptly when she sees my expression. “What’s wrong?” she asks as she approaches my desk.

“Nothing,” I reply, brushing her off. She stays though, leaning against my desk as she stares intently at me. After a few more moments, she silently heads back to her desk and picks up her phone. She reads the screen and then looks up sharply.

“You saw this didn’t you?” she asks, her face blank.

I don’t reply, but she continues on anyways.

“Stiles is-”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain,” I say, even though I want to know.

She starts laughing, and I glare.

“Stiles is my big brother,” she says between giggles. Her laughing escalates until she has to get out of her chair and get on the ground so that she wouldn’t fall out.

“Well …” I trail off, feeling dumb.

Y/N just continues to laugh.

requested by anon :) {not my gif}

I found this drawing while I was packing up my room and now I’m going to pin it up on the wall behind my desk either to remind myself that everything’s going okay or to remind myself that everything’s going to hell. One or the other. Or both.

anonymous asked:

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?

I actually have one, anon! It is one of my favorite things abut myself. 

It’s my moms handwriting saying “Love, Mom” 

It’s the closing of a letter that she wrote me during my first few weeks at university as a freshman. She later passed away unexpectedly on Christmas. I had actually lost the letter sometime during that first year, but as I was moving out in April, I found it! It had slid behind my desk and I really took it as a sign from her.

So I got it on my foot because my mom was extremely special to me and I like the idea of her “walking through life with me” for the rest of my life. I’ll post a pic! It’s very tiny and simple, but it means a ton to me. 

I loved this question and I love you for asking it!

Hidden Memories

My work was finished for the day. And orders of processing information was well on the way out. Instead I found myself alone in my room, behind the desk I had been at all day. The keep was cooling down for the day. Everyone is going to get their dinner, then bed.

As much as I knew I needed something to eat, I wasn’t hungry. The idea of eating, it didn’t settle with me.

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I’m a terrible co-worker.

(I’m standing behind my desk in a suit. I have a name tag on. There’s a sign that says “Concierge” right in front of me. I have a co-worker next to me.)

GUEST: Excuse me. I have this list of 50 questions about our trip. Where can I find someone who works here?

(I point to my co-worker.)

CONCIERGE: He works here.

GUEST: Thank you so much. (Turns to my co-worker.) Question 1. How do I get a taxi?

I found the Zelda collector’s edition for the GameCube behind my big brother’s desk one day, I think he threw it behind there or it got back there somehow (no idea how he got it either), and he didn’t care, since I was the one with a GameCube and he didn’t care for Nintendo games anymore. I probably played the Wind Waker 20 minute demo more times than I played any Zelda game (until I actually got the full version, of course) lmao

smolcreampuff  asked:

for the ask thing!! 1,2,3,4,5,38,39 :) love your name by the way!

1. Where were you 3 hours ago?
Literally same place as now aka sitting behind my desk & on tumblr
2. Who are you in love with?
Chyler Leigh? (okay no honestly no one really)
3. Have you ever eaten a crayon?
Maybe when I was a kid?
4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
Not really  
5. When is the last time you went to the mall?
So long ago I don’t remember. (I barely every go shopping and when I do I don’t go to a mall honestly)
38. What are you listening to right now?
The sound of the dishwasher
39. Do you collect anything?
I collect postcards kinda. And like funko pops of my favorite characters

Valentine Surprise (KBTBB One-shot Baba)

It’s Valentines day and for the first time in a long time, I’m alone. That obnoxiously rich Ichinomiya demanded my princess work for him tonight in Dubai while I’m stuck in Tokyo preparing for the next heist for his dumb auction.

I’m on my penthouse suite trying to get at least some work done but it’s difficult when all my thought are flooded with her voice, her scent, her laugh, her beauty, the little mole on her neck… And once again I’m of in my dreamworld…

Of course I sent dozens of flowers to her dorm in Dubai, but this was the first year I’ve actually looked forward to spending today with. It may seem like I’m a hopeless romantic in front of the other guys, and at first I was. But now I’m just hopelessly in love with her… I let out a frustrated sigh and abruptly stand up from behind my desk deciding to call it quits.

I walk into my bedroom and loosen the white tie around my neck and let myself collapse on the bed. I should probably call her… It’s almost 7PM here so its around 6AM there. She’d be up by now right? I dig my phone out of my jacket pocket and press speed dial 2, if it were up to me she’d be speed dial 1 but that’s already set for voicemail which is annoying…

*dial tone* 


“_______! It’s me, it’s so good to hear you’re voice, I really miss you…”

She chuckles lightly and my heart soars, if only she were right here in my arms.

“I miss you too, you really didn’t have to send me that many flowers…”

“Of course I did, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t send my princess all the flowers she deserves.”

“Baba my room looks like a forest of roses, I love it but I can barely walk through my dorm.”

“Eisuke didn’t set you up in a suite?”

“No, I insisted on the dorm, it’s the busiest time of year for hotels. Anyway, I have to go set tables in the dining room for breakfast. I love you Mitsu.” 

“I love you too ________. Call me is you get a break today.”

“I will, bye.”


I toss my phone over to the other side of the bed and just stare at the ceiling. She’s returning Tuesday, that gives me plenty of time to plan a surprise getaway for us.

I hear a knock on my door and remember I never returned a reference book on art to Ota, he’s been pestering me all day to get it back. I grab the book from my desk and head to the door.

However standing outside my suite isn’t Ota, it’s someone’s luggage just sitting in the hallway. I set the book down and go to investigate when suddenly my beloved jumps from behind the wall next to my door.


She jumps into my arms giggling like a school girl. I love when she acts like this, it’s so out of character for her when she’s around the guys. I tighten my grip on her and tuck my face in the crook of her neck. I inhale and immediately know that she’s real and not some figment of my imagination.

“________, what are you doing here?” I set her down and bring her luggage into my suite.

“Eisuke let me take his jet back early so I could see you on Valentines day. He said he was tired of seeing me moping around, but I think he was being sweet in his own way.”

“Enough about Eisuke, I missed you.”

I tackle her in a bear hug and we fall on the plush sofa together.

“Haha, I missed you too, Do you was to see your present?” She’s so excited she’s practically bouncing.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t give my prince all he deserved.” She stated with a smug grin. I can’t help the stupidly huge smile from forming on my lips. 

She opens her luggage and take out a boutique hat box and hands it to me. Inside is a designer fedora with a silk ribbon running along the base.

“________…you shouldn’t have.”

“Of course I should have, I made a little addition to the inside.” 

I flip the hat over and on the inner side of the hat the was a silk heart hand sewn in that had our initials hand embroidered on it.

“It might be a little cheesy but-”

“No, it’s perfect thank you.” I cut her off and look into her eyes. The way she looks right now I can’t help myself, I set my hat down and take her face in my hands. She leans into my touch and slowly our lips are brought together. Once they touch I am reminded of her sweet taste and I can’t get enough, not after the entire night… ;)


I have a new desk and office! For the next two years as I take my A-Levels, I will be working in a new office and so I have a new desk. The top picture is an overall view: my Mac desktop and laptop, a desk lamp, a make-up organiser for my stationery, my bullet journal and a mug of coffee.

On the following three pictures you can see close-ups of my new favourite mug that I bought during my recent trip to California, my monthly views for the next two months and an aerial view of my stationery.

I love this desk and the space in my new office. In the top picture, the blinds behind my desk are drawn but when they’re up you can see over my whole garden so I get a lot of natural light!

Do you like your study space? Is it downstairs or upstairs in your house?