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Jealous!Phillip Graves x Shadow!F!Reader

The door to Graves' office slams shut behind you, his grip firm as he pushes you up against the wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head.

The jeans that were hugging your legs a few moments ago are now barely covering your thighs, his impatience only feeding your excitement like a trained animal fighting between obedience and its true nature.

The heat of his body presses into yours, blue eyes blazing with jealousy and before you can react, his mouth is on you immediately, biting at your lower lip, forcing a gasp from you as he pulls away with a menacing smirk.

''You think it’s funny, darlin’, flirtin’ with that Scottish bastard?'' His voice is sharp, low, words dripping with venom dangerous enough to make your heart want to jump out its cage.

He doesn't wait for an answer, his knee forcing your legs apart, pinning you in place. ''Laughin’ with him like I ain’t watchin’? You know better.''

Your breath catches as he pulls your shirt up, exposing the soft skin beneath his greedy hands. Fingers trail down your sides, possessive and rough, a constant reminder of who you really belong to and his touch promises to make the flesh tender.

''Phillip-'' You gasp, trying to catch your breath but he’s not letting up, not giving you a chance to explain while his hand slips down between your legs, palming the heat building there and the smug grin that spreads across his face is promising, a warning.

''That’s right, darlin’. Say my name.'' He nips at your earlobe, breath warm to contrast the cold sweat covering your body now. ''You wanna act out? Let’s see if you’re still laughin’ when I’m done with you.''

The sound of his belt hitting the floor echoes through the room. You’re already soaking wet, your body betraying you as you feel the slickness pooling between your legs and his fingers dip down, teasing at your entrance while he presses his cock against your thigh.

There’s no waiting, no teasing as he thrusts into you, filling you in one rough stroke. The stretch is perfect, your body trembling as you try to stifle the moans rising in your throat. He notices, of course, and his eyes flash dangerously.

''Oh, no. Don’t hold back now," Phillip taunts with mockery. ''You didn’t care who heard you flirtin’, so don’t you dare hold back your pretty little sounds now.''

He fucks into you with a punishing rhythm, his hand coming down to grip your ass, pulling you harder against him.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the quietness of the room, along with your panting breaths and his cocky chuckle every time you get too loud for anyone walking by to hear.

''That’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it?'' His hips snap forward, hitting deep inside you, making you cry out. ''You think anyone else could fuck you like this? Think anyone else would know exactly how to make you drip like this?''

You try to find something to say, some form of apology for pushing every single wrong button but all that escapes is a loud broken whimper as he slams into you again, your body already shaking uncontrollably on the edge.

''Yeah, that’s what I thought.'' The Commander sneers, burying himself deep inside, carving his name over and over. ''Remember this the next time you think about batin’ those pretty eyes at someone else.''

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Hello! Sorry I never did any requests before and not sure how to do it… If it's ok, can I request Smut #4 and Angst #2 together for Graves, please? I think it could be fun 😅 thank you🙏💖

When Things Go Wrong

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Contains: Smut, Dom Phillip Graves, spanking, fingering, subdrop angst, fluff, aftercare.

971 words

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Phillip has to leave for work at the worst time.

Phillip knew he shouldn't laugh, that would only encourage you but as you geared up to run away from him after flicking powdered sugar at the face, he couldn't help himself. You took off, and he followed hot on your heels, reaching his long arms out as you dodged away from him. "Come here now, you little brat."

You looked behind you and stuck out your tongue. "Nope."

You took off up the stairs, doing your best to evade him as he grew closer. He finally grabbed you just as you tried to enter the bedroom. He grinned and pressed his lips to your ear. "Be good for me and I won't spank you too hard, unless you want me to." You struggled, knowing you wouldn't be able to break free, and he walked you to the bed. "That is what you want, isn't it?"

You nipped his hand, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to let him know the game was still on, and he chuckled as he threw you over his knee. "Alright then, you're asking for it."

The pause before he ripped your pants down let you know he was waiting for you to consent. "Yes, I am."

Your skin erupted in goosebumps as the cool air hit it, and his hand came down in a solid smack. "Like that, or softer or harder?"

He gave you another one at the same force, and you felt heat spread through your core. "Like that."

His hand came down twice again, once on each cheek, before his hand rubbed your skin soothingly. "Ok, Darlin', I hear you loud and clear.

The hits kept coming until you were limp and panting on his lap and his hand slid slowly from where it was calming the skin on your ass to your core. "Fucking shit you're wet." His fingers moved through the mess between your legs before his thumb found your clit as he pushed two of his thick fingers inside you.

Your brain was so fuzzy you could barely moan, and not even the sound of his phone ringing broke you from the haze as you started to climb the peak. The hand on your back left you while his fingers stayed between your legs. "What the fuck do you want? I'm very busy right now with something important."

The authority in his tone only served to make things worse, and he felt a huff when he felt you clench around his fingers. He wasn't giving the voice on the other end time to reply, and he was getting more and more angry as they spoke. "For fucks sake, I'll be there but whoever let this happen is in so much shit they're going to wish I shot them."

He hung up the phone, and his fingers slowed before he finally pulled his hand away and helped you sit up. His hand was on your cheek, stroking softly as he brought you back to earth, but you were already halfway there with the sudden change. You blinked and took in a shuddering breath. "Is everything alright?"

He ground his jaw and pressed his lips together to stop himself from swearing. "Shit's gone sideways at work and they need me there." He pressed his forehead to yours as you leaned your weight onto him. "I hate leaving you like this y/n but I gotta go. I'll be home as soon as I can."

You nodded. "It's ok, I understand. I'll be fine."

He smiled softly and gave you a gentle kiss. "Ok, I text you as much as I can."

You kissed him back and did your best to collect yourself. "Alrighty then. I'll be fine, don't worry. I love you."

He pecked you quickly as he moved away from you. "Love you too."

His hand lingered on your cheek as he got up and left, and with another breath, you went downstairs to clean the mess you had left in the kitchen.

As the afternoon went on, you only felt worse, a bone deep tiredness settling into your bones as your emotions grew more and more unpleasant. You did your best to fix it. You had something to eat and drink, went on a walk and took a nap, but nothing helped, and by the time Phillip had returned, you could feel a shake starting in your hands.

The dam finally broke when you laid eyes on him, and panic stole the breath from your chest as he rushed over. "Hey, hey, what's going on."

You tried to take a deep breath and gestured to your throat, and he placed both hands on your face as he looked into your eyes. "You're having a panic attack." His jaw clenched he took a deep breath to stop himself from losing his temper. "I'm not surprised with how I left you."

He took your hand and placed it on his chest, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Breathe with me Darlin, just try and match me." Your chest heaved, and he smiled softly. "Just like that, good girl."

It didn't take long for you to calm down and he took you into his arms as you started to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm being silly."

He stiffened, and his voice turned stern. "Hey, I never want to hear that again. This was my fault, and the last thing you're being is silly." You buried your head in his chest as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

"Thank you." Aside from feeling like you could sleep for a year, you were starting to feel like yourself again.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and helped you stand up. "How about a nice hot bath?"

You nodded. "I'd like that."

He smiled and took your hand. "Great."

Fin

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ALT ER LOVE WEEK ♡ DAY TWO: FAVOURITE CHARACTER “I have to find out… what my own opinion is. And I have to do it on my own.”

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Writing advice from my uni teachers:

If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.

Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.

Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.

Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.

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If the world became humanoid animals i would have cat mannerisms.

me and senshi: i've only had izutsumi for one day but if anything happened to her...

also.... she has nekojita (cat tongue) ;___;

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•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

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Daydreaming about my book:

Writing my book:

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(taken from @/sarahofmagdalene on instagram.)

A NOTE TO THOSE WHO MAY BE PARTICIPATING IN PRO PALESTINE ACTIONS IN VANCOUVER.

Please, even if you don’t live in Vancouver, reblog to spread awareness. The canadian media isn’t covering the protests, let alone the hostility protesters face, so we can only rely on each other to get news like this around!

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So I’m reposting my Omegaverse Bilogy Crash Course. But I fixed some typos and grammar mistakes as well as censoring the stuff that tumblr has an issue with. I hope this time their ridiculous censorship doesn’t delete this one as well, cause honestly I don’t see anything in it that could possibly warrant censoring, but you know tumblr is stupid so maybe they will. If that happens again I’ll just give up and not post it ever again.

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Love me a fic that starts with the unresolved sexual tension already thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. I want my ship pining, yearning, and most definitely fantasizing.

I want their minds to wander to how hot the other person is, mid-sentence. I want them barely functioning because of all the hormones swimming through their brains. I want normally smart people who are downright dumb when faced with the smallest bit of barely revealed skin on the other person's body.

By the time they actually realize they're both in this state of tortured sexual desire, I want them to be at their wit's end and ready to flee the country in order to find the slightest scrap of control because there is absolutely zero control left when theyre in the same room together. They need to be scratching at the walls of their souls, they're so desperate for each other.

And when they do finally realize the fact that they're in this on-fire boat together? I want them to have incredibly hot, wildly cathartic (and not necessarily at-all realistic) sex that leaves them both exhausted, happy, and fully satisfied.

Unresolved sexual tension that gets completely fucking resolved, my beloved.

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“everyone is going to hate it” someone will love it. someone will reach out to you and tell you it changed their life. someone will hold it close and treasure it forever in a way you can’t even understand. keep going

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Medals, Meetings, & Contracts

Can be read as a standalone: In my Shadow (pt.2)

Pairing: Commander Philip Graves x Shadow!Reader

Summary: You have became a deeply valued asset as Shadow Company, your time spent with the commander only grows alongside your unknown feelings towards him- yet when a mission arises, what does that mean for your future?

Warnings: mentions of jealousy and light teasing.

A/N: In all honesty, I forgot I started to write this a while back but I hope you enjoy this new part nonetheless! :)

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

In my Shadow Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (on-going) you are here

↳ Building a new routine in a different organization, timezone, and country entirely was easier and more enjoyable than you expected with your team by your side

↳ Yet your squad had grown as well, you were freshly in charge of five new members, now a nine person strong task force it definitely made the days go by quicker and easier, not everyone had to go on the mission at the same time, you could be working on a mission from various angles within various countries all at the same time

↳ Your management skills from back in Europe were coming into full effect as the officials at Shadow Company could not be happier with your performance in the months to follow since your arrival

↳ You felt nothing but pride swell in your chest as you placed the logo on your gear and headed out of your apartment each morning to converse with the other shadows, hearing their backgrounds, stories, accomplishments and failures alike- it was a productive atmosphere that had you pushing your team towards greatness

↳ And greatness you achieved, the team was a crowning achievement of the recruiting board as your mission success rate pummelled any past records- hostage rescues, check! world-saving documents- stolen, social attacks settled in the dirt with officials safe and sound , back at home

↳ Various commissioners always wrote letters in praise of your teams work- the additional badges on your formal uniforms only became fuller, each beaming proudly in the sunlight

↳ Soon enough you were reporting directly towards the commander himself, you were given weekly meetings with him (as his assistant told you through various passive-aggressive emails and voicemails that you debated bringing up in converastion)

↳ Your meetings were always enjoyable, he usually ordered coffee (or tea) with lunch as you both discussed recent and future missions with a fair deal of light arguing, sarcasm, and a few eye-rolling puns from your end, time would fly-by as you got to know each other more

↳ Soon enough, handshakes were small hugs before and after meetings alongside a hand on your shoulder as he led you out of his office became more apparent in actions as well as to your squad members with raised eyebrows and somewhat sealed-lips as they texted the home-team back in England of your adventures

↳ During one of these meetings, Graves would casually drop that you all would be going on a combined attack with the British SAS as he pulls your chair closer to his, showing you a map on his computer, barley paying attention to the information being displayed in your shock- you failed to hear the commander add he was joining to ensure the success of this mission

↳ A few days later you were picking at your squads uniforms once more as the elevator ascended towards the chairmans office, Graves stood in a suit (much to your distraction), his assistant chatting annoyingly in the corner as she flipped through various documents on her tablet- she kept the type clicking sound on as you bashed your forehead against your team member with a groan as he chuckled and rubbed your shoulder lightly before whispering for you to shut the hell up too

↳ The numbers above climbed as Graves drowned out the various meetings being called, all scheduled with the shareholders before he left with your team, his eyes narrowing slightly at your... unprofessionalism with your squad mate...

↳ ...The elevator dings and Graves is back to facing forwards as he fixes his tie and exits the elevator before trailing down the carpeted floors and up to the commissioners office where a surprise awaited you both

↳ In the room stood Laswell and Price off to the side, observing the world go by through the floor-to-ceiling windows. You stood in the doorframe, shock coursing through your veins- you were supposed to meet them in England not here. Your team mates shove you out of the way going up to introduce themselves as you see Graves walk in front you, pressing a hand in between your shoulders as he introduces you to the commissioner.

↳ Laswell and Price look at each other before looking back at you and your commander opening various folders against the commissioners desk. Your hands slightly float over one another as you both point out to various strategies and points of interest

↳ The meeting goes smoothly as Graves invites the British members back to headquarters for a much needed catch-up as your team cheers out from behind you and demands drinks as well, as you shake hands goodbye to the commissioner, apologizing for your teams rowdiness with a blush-covering your face as you hear the assistant hiss at Graves from behind, he was late to something now apparently as your notes form the desk

↳ Back at headquarters, you are interrogated by Laswell and Price to say the least as they demand to know how the Shadows are treating you- how Graves is treating you and if there is any possible way that you would come back to the SAS

↳ When Graves gets wind of this counter-offer, hells he is stalking up to the meeting room you all are settled into, pulling your chair closer to one he places himself in as he disregards the others in the room and tilting your chair so that your knees are in between his own as he ensures your loyalty to the company. The next moment a promotion contract is being waved in your face before he saunters back out of the room with a mock salute towards Laswell and the Captain with a wink directed towards yourself as the door slams closed and a whistles sounds down the hall

↳ Hiding behind yet another new contract, you blush heavily- very much embarrassed by your commanders apparent outburst, "I guess I'll take that as a no?" Price comments with a light chuckle in his voice as Laswell rolls her eyes and opens her palm, shaking it slightly in a silent demand to read the new contract given

↳ You hand her the document at the request she puts it into your mailbox in the commons building before making your way for nightly PT once more with your team. They all look towards you with knowing looks as you groan out into the night sky- when would you catch a break?

↳ The next morning you were rushing out of bed at the sound of your alarm, falling into the wall as you kicked your boots on and tightened your belt. The rest of your gear would have to wait as you chucked it all into a rucksack and dashed towards the honking truck in the parking lot- it was time for your biggest mission yet.

╰┈➤ A/N: hope you all enjoyed this, I know its a bit different to what I usually write... anyways, want a part 3 or even something else, let me know- I love hearing, or-well reading your ideas :)

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Hello there! I was wondering if you could possibly translate this quote: (I know it's a different fandom, but I was wondering if you could translate it anyways. I think it would be neat to see it in High Valyrian.)... "Not all who wander are lost."

So listen… I know this wasn't the intent, and I know that you're kind of standing in for tons of people from my past, but like… When people ask to have something translated, do they really not give any thought to the grammatical complexity of what they're asking for? And 100% this is not just you, but like… Embedded clauses, relative clauses, counterfactuals…

Something I didn't realize till I started creating languages for a living is translation is my least favorite part of language creation—and it's what I spend the most time doing.

Okay, so, "Not all who wander are lost". Good lord. First, there's "lost", which has a literal and metaphorical meaning in English. Absolutely no idea if this would translate in High Valyrian, and I'm pretty sure I don't have a word for "lost", and I don't even know how to go about creating one. Spanish perdido essentially comes from "wasted" or "squandered". We know where English "lost" came from. There actually is a word for "to lose" in HV, but it's to lose a battle. Doesn't make sense to use it here. So I'm going with something that kind of evokes that mists that surround destroyed Valyria and use the locative of "fog", so to be sambrarra "in the fog" means "to be lost".

I also don't (or didn't) have a word for "wander", but I made a derivation based on one of my favorite words, elēnagon, which means to oscillate or swerve. Jorelēnagon now means "to wander". Seems to fit.

And that was the easy part. A relative clause is something like "The dragon that I saw is big". "Whoever I saw is big" also features a kind of relative clause—an indefinite relative clause. These things are absolute murder to create. But no. It's not just that. It's a modified indefinite relative, because it's not "Whoever wanders is lost", it's "All who wander are lost". BUT IT'S NOT JUST THAT. It's negated on top of that. NE. GA. TED. And not just in the usual way: It's the Mothra fumbling quantifier that's negated. It's not whoever wanders. It's not all who wander. It's NOT ALL who wander. This is like my nightmare—being asked to translate something like this. This is giving me flashbacks to season 1 of House of the Dragon when they asked me to translated "Would that it were", as if that was some reasonable thing for a human being to say in any language ever.

Anyway, if you type "indefinite relative clause" into my High Valyrian grammar, you come up with nothing, because I always forget to write down how the hell I decided to do them. I think because I have both relative adjectives and pronouns that I can just use the damn pronouns by themselves. God. "Not all…" Are you kidding me?! You know High Valyrian has a whole collective number to handle "all", right? What, do I just negate that? Will the meaning be the same as a negated quantifier?! Like it's [[not all] who wander], right? And you can bracket like that because they're all separate words. But what if "all who" is one word? What then?! BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT IT IS!

(By the way I just added a sentence to my grammar that includes the phrase "indefinite relative clause" so I can search for it. It's not like this wasn't written up, but I honestly probably forgot what the term was when I wrote the section the first time and I never revisited it.)

Okay. I'm calm and cool. So. Returning to the translation. There are two types of relative pronouns: One that refers to people or things, and another that refers to concepts or ideas or places. We're talking about people here, so we need the first one. And we need it in the collective. That's lȳr. Leaving the negation aside, this can be translated fairly easily:

Jorelēnus lȳr sambrarra ilza.

Okay, that's "All who wander are lost". I chose the aorist subjunctive for the relative because it's like "anyone who may wander"; I think it makes sense. Lȳr is grammatically singular, so it triggers third person singular agreement in both verbs. Since we're using ilagon as a locative copula here, I think (think) the present tense makes the most sense. So that is "All who wander are lost".

Now how the flarking frump do you say "not all" when "all who" is lȳr?!

So since lȳr is a pronoun it can be modified with an adjective, which would like like this:

Jorelēnus dōre lȳr sambrarra ilza.

But the problem with that is I don't think it gives us the intended meaning. I think that means "None who wander are lost", and that's not what the intended meaning is at all. It is basically "Some people who wander are indeed lost—perhaps many of them—but some of those who are wandering are not, in fact, lost". This is also why you can't negate the matrix verb. That would mean "Anyone that might be wandering is not lost"—again, not the intended meaning. This is the crux of the whole translation: Negating the quantifier and not what the quantifier is modifying.

For that reason, the only thing I can think to do is to go to a much more prolix, and, frankly, un-Valyrian-like expression. This would mean taking the relative pronoun out of the collective, putting it back in the singular, adding in a quantifier, and negating it. That would be this:

Jorelēnus dōre tolvie lȳ sambrarra ilza.

Is that it? I honestly don't know. It is a translation; I'm not sure if it's the best translation. Another possibility is to re-translate it and say "A few who may wander are not lost". That would look like this:

Jorelēnusy lȳn sambrarra ilosy daor.

The pronoun is now in the paucal, which triggers plural agreement on both verbs. (And, by the way, thank goodness sambrarra is a noun phrase; it doesn't have to agree with anything!) And this is, basically, "A few who may wander are not lost".

I feel like the second translation is better maybe…? It feels more Valyrianesque. But I'm not 100% sure it conveys the same sense.

Anyway, I started translating this a little over two hours ago. That's what this takes. That's how long something this complex takes. Granted, it didn't have my full attention at all times, because I was watching Booksmart, but this was my second time watching it, so I didn't have to give the movie my undivided attention (though it had been a few years; there were bits I didn't remember). But yeah. Translation. My god. Like…why. Creating languages is fun. Translation is work. (And if it's not work, you're doing it wrong. Mic drop; soap box kicked.)