☾ galician is a romance language spoken by some 2.4 million people, mainly in galicia, a region located in northwestern spain, where it is official along with spanish. the lexicon of galician is predominantly of latin extraction, although it also contains a moderate number of words of germanic and celtic origin. the language is officially regulated in galicia by the royal galician academy.
~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~
The room was dark but it was easy to see once her eyes adjusted. Tall tapers and fat pillars filled every flat surface, circling the room with a delightful glow, and the flames danced like fireflies in the darkness. They twinkled at random and the illusion was mesmerizing.
There was a sweet scent in the air, something delicious that lingered in her nose, filling her senses with a sensual hunger. There were hints of something rich like warm butter and freshly baking bread. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it but the idea of finding out had lodged itself in her head and forced her to wake. She shook herself and blinked into the dim light, confused but somehow unafraid.
Warnings: 18+ only - smut (fingering), some cursing
Word count: 3.6k
A/N: I can’t believe I wrote 3.6k words of what basically amounts to Netflix and fingering, but this is what Bucky Barnes does to people (you’re welcome Kris). Anyways, here is my first-ever smut - in which Bucky’s girl has a bad day at work and he does his best to make the night a good one. Bonus points if you can guess which show they’re watching ;) As always, feedback is appreciated! Since I’ve never written smut, please tell me if it’s bad lol. Thanks for reading!
A fuzzy vibration in his pocket alerts him to a text.
Kill me.
Unable to hold back a snort, he bites his lip and swipes at the screen. His thumbs flutter over the keyboard.
No can do, babydoll. Not an assassin anymore, remember?
Merely a few seconds pass, little dots floating in the conversation bubble, before her reply buzzes back.
I’m sure you’ve retained some of your skills…or maybe I should ask Natasha?
Please, I taught Nat everything she knows. And I’d still take her out before I’d let her kill you - your butt is too cute.
So is yours, Handsome ;)
The muscles in his cheeks hurt from the silly grin stretching up the corners of his mouth, but he can’t help himself with her, it’s just too easy. Too fun.
Well, if you’re NOT going to put me out of my misery…then you at least owe me a good night tonight.
Done and done. The whole team knows - and teases him frequently - that he spoils her, worships her, bends over backwards at her every request. It’s not his fault; she wrapped him around her finger the day they met, and it’s such a sweet place to be, he’s never bothered untangling himself. And she always gives as good as she gets, every time.
You’ve got to stop staring at my chest, sweetheart, it’s getting weird.” Bucky didn’t look up from the kitchen counter where he’d dismantled his gun and laid it out neatly for cleaning.
It was hard not to stare when he looked so delicious, even his back was muscular and perfect, shaped and chiselled, so strong. And yet you knew how soft and cuddly he could be as well. Your time alone together in the flat had shown you that. He was so attentive now, a world away from the grumpy aloof Bucky you’d gotten to know so recently.
Warnings: kissy kissy stuff, b00bie stuff, nothing TOO explicit, but I’ll give it a lil 18+ just in case
A/N: a good one I wrote before writing like two more one shots with angst LOL (just to clarify though, I always end happy, no matter how much angst ok so dw)
Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)
Word Count: 5,500 Warnings: Hurt/comfort,angst,peril and more peril.
Part 12: Home
You were having a nightmare. Dean knew it, because he’d been checking on you every so often in the rearview mirror.
He was driving you and Sam back to Sioux Falls from the ghost town at Cold Oak. Sam had woken up a few minutes ago, but you were still out, occasionally whimpering in your sleep.
Your face scrunched, and your body shifted in the backseat. And Dean was getting bits and pieces of what your dream might be about through his connection with you.
Goddamn Yellow Eyes.
Sam looked over at his brother’s tight expression and pursed lips with concern of his own.
“You can hear what she’s thinking, even now?” Sam asked. Dean glanced at his brother.
“Some of it,” he replied. “Enough to know it’s my fault.”
Summary: Y/N occasionally hunts with the Winchesters. Dean has been wanting to make a move on her for a while now, and he could have sworn that she’s into him as well. But what happens when Dean finds out that his brother has a crush on her, too?
“Hey. You, uh, wanna catch a movie or
something?”, Sam asked me, appearing at my door, “It’s been a while since we’ve
done that…” His brow furrowed. “Wait… Are you packing again?”
My gaze followed Sam’s to the duffle bag on my
bed. We’d just come back home from a case. I was currently exchanging my dirty
clothes from the hunt with fresh ones. I wanted to quickly pack a bag and go
see Y/N – not exactly subtle, but her and I hadn’t seen each other in a month.
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