I have to apologise for how long it’s been for me to compile this list - considering it’s now mid August - but it’s finally here for your reading pleasure. Thank you to everyone who took part; however there may be submissions I have missed so please feel free to send me yours if I haven’t added it.
It’s Not Christmas - @crashdevlin (C: Sam/Dean. P: Decorating The Tree).
Author’s Note: Written for @ne-gans 5k Xmas Challenge. The prompt I chose was Decorating the Tree.
Summary: Y/n is the Winchesters’ Omega. It’s her first winter in the bunker and she’s not happy with the lack of holiday cheer in her new home.
Pairing(s): Sam x Omega!Witch!Reader, Dean x Omega!Witch!Reader
Word Count: 2659
Story Warnings: fluff, slight angst, A/B/O dynamics, small surprise (which is listed in tags), mentions of Daddy!Kink and breeding!kink (very lightly)
“You know we killed Santa, right? And Mrs. Claus, so… all this is pointless.” Dean gestured at the tree you’d brought into the bunker and placed in a tree stand, which you were currently filling with water and crushed-up aspirin.
“That’s not the point of Christmas.” You grumbled.
“And we’ve met God and he was intimately knowledgeable of escort services. I can’t imagine he had a hand in creating the Messiah.”
“I'm a witch, Dean. You think I care about Christ?” You rolled your eyes and straightened up, setting the pitcher on the map table and turning to him. “Look, I had to deal with Sam being a Halloween grump last month and that’s my favorite holiday. You don’t get to Grinch me outta Christmas.”
“But it’s November. We haven’t even done Thanksgiving, yet.” Dean complained.
“We’re not having Thanksgiving.” You said, shortly.
“What? What- why?” His eyes were wide and you fought back the smile that wanted to take over your lips.
“Why would I make a holiday you like happen when you refuse to participate in the ones I like?” You put your hands on your hips and cocked your head. “I got Jack all excited about Halloween and what’d you guys say? ‘Jack looks too old to go trick-or-treating’. So, I said ‘Fine, we’ll just get dressed up and do something here’ and you said you weren’t going to put on a costume and Sam proceeded to poison Jack’s enthusiasm with his ‘Our every day is Halloween’ bullshit and Jack ended up watching Hocus Pocus with me in the safety of my room to escape y’all’s negativity.”
You pursed your lips in anger. “We could’ve had a lot of fun on Halloween, but you ruined it, just like you’re trying to ruin Christmas. So, why would I spend two days prepping and cooking a turkey, and mashed potatoes, yams, green beans, deviled eggs, my grandfather’s famous sage sausage stuffing, and pumpkin and apple pies for you, if you don’t want to participate in the things I like?”
Dean’s eyes went wider with hunger at every food item you listed. “Sam! Jack! Get your asses in here! We’re decorating a Christmas tree!” He called, pulling open the box of 160 shatterproof ornaments you bought at the hardware warehouse where you picked up the tree.
“We’re what?” Sam asked, walking into the War Room with an incredulous look. “Christmas already, huh?”
“If you want Thanksgiving, you’ll put some Holiday cheer on your face.” Dean warned, starting to slip hooks on the ornaments.
Sam laughed. “She’s threatening to withhold food if we don’t participate in this shit?”
You chuckled. “Well, I could withhold something else, but with your rut right around the corner, I think that’d be a cruel and inhumane punishment.”
“You wouldn’t.” Sam said, seriously.
“I considered it.” You answered, just as serious.
“You’d deprive me of my Omega, when I need her most, over stupid Christmas shit?”
“I said I considered it, but I decided that getting to Dean through food was a better plan than getting you, either of you, with sex. Threaten the feast, get results.”
“She does know me well.” Dean said, handing an ornament to Sam by its hook.
Sam rolled his eyes and started to hang the ornament near the top of the tree. “What are you doing?” Your exclamation forced him to stop and turn to you. “That’s a big bulb, it goes near the bottom.” You scoffed and shook your head. “I get that you’ve never done this before, guys, but come on. It’s just like the tree, itself. Big at the bottom, medium in the middle, small at the top.”
“And you put the topper on last!” Jack exclaimed, rushing into the War Room.
“How do you know that?” Dean asked, looking around Sam to Jack.
“Y/n signed me into her Hulu. There are a bunch of Christmas movies and a lot of them show people decorating the trees.”
“You didn’t set him up watching Hallmark flicks, did you?” Dean raised an eyebrow as he turned to you.
You shrugged. “He asked! He walked in while I was watching A Crown for Christmas and wanted to see more. Not my fault.”
“It’s your fault you were watching A Crown for Christmas.” Sam sassed back.
“It’s cute! I like Christmas! I like romance movies! I like Christmas romance movies!” You swatted Sam and Dean each twice and turned back to the tree.
Dean chuckled. “You’re such an Omega.”
The teasing comment hit you a lot harder than intended, and you knew he didn’t mean to be such an asshole, but it hurt when he made fun of your presentation. “And you never have a problem with that when you need a ‘mega, do you?”
“Sometimes we just want one.” He responded with a smirk.
You bit your lip and turned back to the tree. “This is our first Christmas as a pack, you guys. We have to do it right.”
“It’s not Christmas, yet.” Sam and Dean argued together.
You sighed and shook your head, your lips turning down deeply at the sides. “You know what? Fine. You guys don’t wanna play, we won’t play. It’s not Christmas and it’s not gonna be.” You pointed at the tree and swiped your hand through the air. The tree followed the path your hand took, flying through the air and across the map table to crash on the floor. “Fuck me for trying to have something nice.” You growled as you stomped away toward your bedroom, leaving Sam, Dean and Jack looking completely shocked by your outburst.
You thought sometimes Sam and Dean regretted taking a witch as their Omega, especially one who obviously couldn’t control her emotions. They had to. It was weird, though, how they could make a woman so powerful feel so powerless, how they continuously made you feel completely out of control. How they made you completely lose control. You were crying overwhelmed tears into your pillow when the door opened. “Go away.” You demanded.
“Come on, y/n/n. You have to know that was an overreaction.” Dean said, softly.
“I just wanted things to be Christmassy. I just wanted us to do something together. My favorite childhood memories are of decorating the tree with my family and you guys are my family now and you wouldn’t do this one fuckin’ thing with me.” Your words were muffled by the pillow, but you knew that your Alphas had heard you. Your mattress dipped on each side of you and two large, warm hands dropped soothingly to your back.
“We were just messin’ around, baby. We wanna do this Christmas stuff with you.” Dean said, softly.
“We’re just not good at it, yet. This family stuff isn’t… I mean, all Dean and I had was each other for our whole lives, you know. We didn’t… Christmas wasn’t… it wasn’t like you had.” Sam concluded.
“Yeah. Neither of us have decorated a tree. I mean, the only time that was even close to an option was with Lisa, but she didn’t believe in the tree thing. Said it was a waste of an evergreen.”
“Well, I mean…” Sam started, before clearing his throat. “Amelia and I decorated a tree, but she did most of the work. She didn’t trust me with her ornaments. She only had me put the star up because I was tall enough to reach it.”
You let out a sob at that. Dean sighed, loudly. “Great job, Sam.”
“Should I have lied, Dean?”
“When she's like this? Yes! Lie, make her feel better! Jesus Christ, Sam, I can’t deal with her cryin’ like this.” Dean’s hand moved soothingly across your back. “Baby, turn over and look at us, please.”
“Why? Just go away.”
“Come on, Miss Emotional. You’ve been on edge and over-sensitive for days, what’s up with you?” Dean asked. “You sick? You on your period? What can we do to fix this?”
You sniffled and turned over, wiping at your eyes. “It doesn’t matter, guys. Just… just go away. I’ll get myself sorted and then I’ll… I’ll clean up the tree mess.”
“The kid’s already on that. Think he said something about, uh, stringing popcorn?” Dean said, leaning forward. “Now, come on. What’s got you all fucked up?”
You shook your head. “It’s not… I just… I…” You sighed. “I’m sorry. I just feel a bit overwhelmed about everything. You know, when I left my coven to come here and be with you, I knew things would obviously change for me, but…”
Sam took a deep breath and his eyebrows tucked together. “You change your shampoo?” You shook your head and Sam leaned closer to you. “New perfume?”
“You know I don’t wear perfume.” You responded, pushing him away to get some distance, but then Dean just leaned into your personal space, sniffing at you.
“Yeah, he’s right. You smell weird.” Dean leaned back. “Not bad-weird, just different-weird. Like, not as sweet as you usually smell.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Great. First you ruin my Christmas plans and now, you tell me I stink?”
“I sense a deflection.” Sam said, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up into his eyes. “What’s going on, y/n?”
You took a deep breath and slid off of the bed, swatting at the Alphas’ hands when they tried to stop you. You opened your top dresser drawer and pulled out a long, thin box. It was a bracelet box that you’d repurposed, with a red bow and a tag that said ‘To My Alphas’ in the neatest, prettiest script you could manage. “This was gonna go under the tree when we got done with it. I was gonna suggest you open it early. It was gonna be your reward for doing the domestic thing with me.”
You set the box on your mattress between the two men and bit your lip as they each grasped one end of the lid and shook the box open to reveal a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test. They stared at it for a few moments before looking up at you with wonder in their eyes. “Pups?” Sam whispered. You nodded, tears popping up in your eyes.
Dean sighed, heavily. “We’re assholes.” He stood, suddenly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “You just wanted to do something nice and we fucked it up.”
Sam moved around the bed and wrapped his arms around to splay his hands across your belly. “How long?”
“I’m three weeks late, so…”
“Three weeks late? When’d you do the test?” Dean asked, moving to cup your face in his hands and look into your eyes.
“Last week. Little Miss Patience called and told me it’d be a good idea to take one.” You whispered.
Dean smiled, brightly. “Let’s go get that tree dressed up and pretty.” He pressed his lips to yours and moaned happily when you nibbled on his bottom lip.
“You know what’s great about you being pregnant?” Sam started to walk away with your hand in his, pulling you away from his brother.
“Besides the fact that she’s gonna look amazing all round with baby Winchesters?” Dean grabbed your other hand and followed you out to the War Room.
“She’ll be able to call us both ‘Daddy’ without it being something weird.” Sam looked back with a smirk.
“Was that something weird before? ‘Cause you’ve been havin’ her cryin’ out ‘Daddy’ since her first heat.” Dean teased. “And you know I prefer a simple ‘sir’.”
You were smiling when you got to the War Room and you gasped when you saw the work Jack had put in, already. The tree was back in the tree stand, the mess of water and pine needles cleaned. There were strings of lights blinking on the ground, a huge bowl of popcorn that Jack was halfway through stringing on a roll of fishing line, and the ornaments had been divided into three piles by size. He looked up with a smile. “Are we going to decorate now?”
“Yeah, buddy. We’re gonna decorate now. Let me take the monotonous part off your hands.” You smirked as you pointed at the popcorn and fishing line and the two moved through the air, popcorn forcing itself onto the fishing line. “I have to focus on this. You guys start stringing the lights. Complete coverage. Don’t neglect the backside.”
“Do we ever?” Sam joked, pressing a kiss to your cheek and swatting his palm across your ass before walking away to grab a set of the blinking lights.
By the time you turned around with the string of popcorn, they had the tree blinking brightly and Jack had started to place large bulbs near the bottom of the tree. You smiled brightly. “You guys are doing a great job! Popcorn time. Sam, take this end, it goes at the top.” You handed one end of the string to the younger Alpha and started to roll the string around the tree and down.
It didn’t take long for there to only be one step left on the tree: the star. You bit your lip as you looked down at the expensive yellow crystal heirloom you’d taken without asking when you left your coven, trying to determine who to hand it to. Sam and Dean were both tall enough to reach the top without an issue, but Jack was a child and this was his first Christmas tree.
Sam made the decision for you, picking you up and putting you on his shoulders in one quick move. You hugged his head with your thighs as you leaned forward and secured the star to the tip of the tree. He stepped back and the four of you surveyed your work. “Huh. We did a pretty damn good job.” Sam said, reaching up to pat your thigh.
“You gonna let me down?”
“Nah. I kinda like you there, ‘mega.”
Dean smirked and looked up at you. “Only time she’s ever gonna be the tallest.” Then he looked at his brother. “But you better let her down, because we’ve got celebrating to do, and it can’t be done with her up there.”
“Are we celebrating the pups?” Jack asked, innocently.
“You know, if I hadn’t already told them, I’d be pissed at you for dropping the ball, Jackie.”
“He knew?” Sam exclaimed as he pulled you off of his shoulders.
“He smelled the difference in my scent a couple days ago. I made him promise to keep it a secret.”
Sam and Dean both shook their heads. “Okay, so, let’s call Mom, we’ll go get some pie and-”
“We can go somewhere to celebrate and then get pie on the way back. I don’t wanna go to Shari’s or Biggerson’s, dude.”
“But Shari’s is amazing, babe.” Dean argued.
“The closest Shari’s is in Nebraska, Dean!” You argued back.
“And I’m kinda tired of Biggerson’s.” Sam supported.
“See how it is. Fine. We’ll go to a real restaurant that doesn’t have a pie bar.” Dean rolled his eyes and pulled his phone out. “We wanna tell Mom at the restaurant or over the phone?”
“In person. Always do big news in person.” You coached.
“All right. Go get a pretty dress on.” Sam instructed.
“Okay, Daddy.” You teased, skipping off toward your bedroom.
Sam and Dean watched you disappear into the hallway and smiled at each other. “You know, sometimes I’m really happy we were able to steal her away from the Calla Coven.” Sam mused.
“Yeah, like every damn day.” Dean said, sending the call to Mary through and putting his phone to his ear. “Hey, Mom, you busy?”
Jack stepped up next to Sam and smiled up at him. “I think y/n’s going to be a very good mother.”
“You know, I think you’re right.” Sam said, reaching over to straight the star on top of the tree.
Summary: Negan takes the reader on a trip outside the Sanctuary that ends better than she thought
This is my entry for @ne-gans lisas5kxmaschallenge and my prompt was “sledding”! I had a lot of fun with this, and I really hope you all will enjoy this too!
“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me”, a deep voice rumbled through to you as the truck vibrated softly beneath you, keeping your eyes from falling shut, even though the tiredness that was stuck in your bones kept putting more weight on your lids.
You could feel Negan nudging you slightly with his prepared can of coffee, his signature grin growing all over his lips as soon as your eyes glanced at him, then to the can,”Need you here with me.”
You let out a drowsy grunt, stretching your entangled limbs that had kept you in an embryo-like position in the passenger seat beside Negan. With another small huff you grabbed the can, turned its lid just enough to open it and eventually allow the hot and wakening coffee to run down your throat, filling you for a short moment with the feeling that it could actually work.
“Why did we have to move out so early, Negan?”, you mumbled as you put the can back to the other things he had prepared for your little trip in the early morning hours away from the Sanctuary and through the winter wonderland the world had turned into over night.
When he had stood before your door just more than an hour ago, with his arms full of supplies, the sky had still been pitch black, giving you the feeling that nearly no time had passed since you had fallen into bed after work.
If it was up to you, you could have just cuddled up with him on the bed, waited until at least the sun was up and then get going but this wasn’t Negan’s plan.
His plan was laying behind your seats in the truck and it was nothing else than a damn sleigh.
The thing probably hadn’t seen the daylight since the world had gone to shit but that would most certainly change in near future, judging from the excited glance in his eyes as they ran over the new fallen but still thick layer of snow that laid over the woods.
You still had to figure out why exactly the big bad wolf wanted to go out of all things sledding with you, but you had your few guesses even though your still tired mind didn’t allow you to widen them too much.
“Baby, we had to get going ‘cause your man’s still got shit to do ‘round home, and ‘cause we go now, we got an assload of time just for us”, he explained, glancing over to you as one of his large hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, while the other one reached towards your leg, squeezing your thigh with a larger growing grin as soon as he caught the shiver his touch elicited within you.
“Besides, that’s what my mom did with me when I was a damn kid, had to go to work till late evening so she got me up at the asscrack of dawn so we could still go sledding before all the other kids had fucked up the hill with their dumbass sleds”, he said, a soft smile mixing into the grin, his eyes wandering over the road in front of him and the sky that slowly grew lighter as he served you the answer to your question why he wanted to go sledding on a sliver plate.
You smiled slightly to yourself, allowing your glance to wander over his face and catch the way the nostalgia was flooding his veins and grasping his handsome features.
For a short moment you drifted off into memories as well, caught by what had been and what still could be if the dead hadn’t begun to walk the earth.
“Dreaming?”, Negan asked after a short silence with a soft chuckle, his fingers tracing along your knee as you shook your head slightly.
“Nah...just got caught up by nostalgia”, you mumbled, before you pushed the thoughts out of your head as you glanced through the truck, grinning as other thoughts quickly replaced them “Oh and wondering you didn’t hang up some mistletoes in here too.”
“Fuck...should’ve thought about that”, he said with a throaty chuckle, pushing the steering wheel with a groan before he shook his head slightly, grinning wider as he glanced over at you.
“Ya know what I just realized?”, he asked, dragging his tongue over his lower lip with relish ,”I’ve never fucked on a sled, we could change that.”
“Mhmm sure”, you chuckled, irony swinging through your voice ,”You couldn’t even get me under a mistletoe yet so-”
“Yet”, he retorted quickly, raising his hand from your leg to point his finger demonstratively into the air,”Still got some time”
“Good luck with that”, you chuckled, feeling his hand squeezing your thigh once more as he laid it back down your leg before he nodded towards the supplies in the foot room before your seat.
“Now eat your croissant, need you to be all strong and full.”
“Sure, Mom.”
“Eat or I fill ya up with something else”, he chuckled, trying to sound firm even though the tease sounded fully through his deep voice as shook your head with a laugh and eventually reached towards the supplies and crammed out the food.
You had just stuffed the last piece of the chocolate croissant into your mouth as a deep gasp left his lips and his hand shot up to point into the white landscape before you.
“There we are!”
“Gotta go by foot, just a couple minutes”, Negan said minutes later while he held his now in leather gloved hand up as he stood in front of your opened truck door.
The cold was already biting into your skin as you shifted towards your seat’s edge, even though there was no way you could deny how beautiful the snow looked with the morning sun shining down on it, enlightening it like a sea of sparkling diamonds.
With a quick movement you got the gloves over your hands Negan had brought with him this morning as well, before smiling down to him as you slid your hand into his large one, feeling his warmth even through the layers.
The snow scrunched beneath your shoes as you hopped down from the warm truck into the iciness of the woods, landing right in front of Negan who grinned widely down at you.
“Ready?”
“Do I have another choice?”, you teased, eliciting a throaty chuckle to rumble through his body, shaking his firm chest beneath the leather jacket and the red scarf.
“Anyway, you wanna take Lucille? I take that heavy ass sled”, he said, nodding towards his beloved bat that leaned against the truck’s side, along with the sled that would have to get carried through the forest’s undergrowth.
Nodding you leaned towards her, sliding your fingers around the wood where Negan’s usually rested before swinging her up until the spikes of the barbed wire dug softly into your coat as she leaned onto your shoulder.
“Suits you”, Negan mumbled with a grin, his glance wandering from his bat to your face as you gripped his bat a little tighter, trying to keep it balanced.
“Alright, then lets go.”
“Just some more steps and we’re there!”, Negan called enthusiastically out, pulling his long limbs up to climb over the snow-covered roots and bushes while trying his best to keep the sleigh securely in his arms and pressed against his side.
You hummed in response as you glanced forward, looking at the snowy trees that were slowly becoming a little less dense until you finally arrived at Negan’s long announced destination that spread out in all its beauty right in front of you.
Your eyes ran over the landscape, over a hill that was going in a soft curve downwards until it ran softly out, forming into a field that was surrounded by a slim and only dabbling river, enlightened by the stronger growing sun beams.
Negan had a big mouth for sure but differently to other men who were all bark and no bite, you couldn’t deny that he actually lived up to his announcements, no matter how big they were.
And the proof for that was unfurling right in front of you in these very moments.
“Now would you look at that!”, he called out, stomping a little closer out of the woods as he let the sleigh fall next to him into the fluffy snow.
“Now I know it’s not as fuckin’ pretty as you, Baby but...ya don’t regret coming out with me now that you see this fucking beauty, huh?”, he throatily chuckled as he caught the way your eyes lighted up by the picture in front of you.
You let out a soft snort, feeling your cheeks flushing more than they already were from the cold and the tingling in your stomach increasing with each more second those hazel eyes of his ran over your flushed face.
“How did you find it?”, you mumbled, shaking the speechlessness about him a little off.
“On a run ‘round here. Come here when shit’s too much back home...ya know, once in a while”, he shrugged softly, looking into the distance before glancing back at you, “Thought you’d like it too.”
“I do”, you mumbled, taken aback by the sudden softness that filled his eyes before you got distracted by the large grin that began to form again on his lips.
“Well, now that makes me one happy fucker”, he said as he winked at you before nodding towards the landscape, “So we’re gonna get started or what?”
The cord of the sleigh felt rough in your gloved hands and the wood was pressing against your legs as you found yourself sitting on its front, waiting for Negan to place Lucille securely against a tree and get ready to sit down as well.
“Gonna get cozy on there”, you could hear him chuckle from somewhere behind you, the slurfing steps he made through the snow coming closer with each moment until he plopped down onto it behind you.
Within seconds his warmth was pressing against your back, his arms sneaking around you to hold you tight while his warm breath began to brush over your neck and the bit skin that was uncovered.
“Okay, I got ya”, he lowly grumbled, the sound in his deep voice letting your stomach dip more than you liked to admit.
For a short moment you could feel him leaning a little more in, nuzzling his nose past your scarf and into your skin before he in and exhaled slightly, allowing his hot breath to spread more goosebumps over your body and put you for a moment into a state of trance.
“Changed your mind about my little offer from before? I’m still ready to cross fucking on this thing off my list”, he chuckled, tightening his arms around you a little more as you could already feel how you threatened to melt right there in his arms.
“Nah, let’s get down there”, you mumbled with the last bit of determination that was stuck in you, feeling how a low laugh let his chest rumble against your back.
“Alright”, he amusedly chuckled, the tone in his voice giving away that he exactly knew what he was doing to you.
Carefully, you eventually moved towards the slope, both of you trying to keep your legs under control as you shuffled through the snow before you stood shortly before the threshold.
“Get those legs hooked in, Baby. I’ll do the rest. Hold on tight”, he chuckled, pressing his body closer against yours as you did as he said and stemmed your feet onto the sled’s runners and felt Negan beginning to push.
“Here we - GO”, with that he pushed you over the threshold, allowing the sled to dive down the slope while a rush of adrenaline flooded your veins, mixing with the heat Negan’s touch brought into your whole body.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”, you called half laughing, half yelling out as you could feel the sled picking pace up while your voice mixed with the booming laughter of Negan behind you.
Your fingers grasped the cord tightly as you pressed your back into Negan’s chest and his tight embrace while the hill rushed past you, faster and faster with each moment, simultaneously with your louder becoming laughs and shrieks.
“Ah shit”, you called out as you felt it moving even faster beneath you, the cold air hitting your face and brushing along your body right until you got to the flatter becoming field and Negan stretched his legs out to stop the both of you from rushing further.
“Gotcha”, he panted with a low laugh as the sleigh finally came to a stop and your bodies shook a little forward in response to the halting movement.
Adrenaline was still rushing through you as you sunk a little back, feeling how Negan embraced you tighter and let his head lean against yours until his lips brushed against your ear.
“Shit, if you scream like that in bed too-”, he chuckled, stopping as you nudged him with your elbow, although only softly and barely palpable as you were still too caught up in the cloud the adrenaline had pushed you in.
Nevertheless more blood rushed into your cheeks, reddening them even more as his words reechoed through your head.
“Now this isn’t just a blush from the cold, huh?”, you heard Negan lowly and with a tease filled tone mumble as his glove hand reached up, grasped your chin gently and tilted it until you had to look straight into his eyes.
For a moment you lacked of words, your whole attention caught up in those hazel eyes that had more power over you than you’d like to own up to.
“Looks like my idea wasn't so bad after all, huh? At least when I gotta judge from that speechlessness right there”, he chuckled, biting his lips slightly as you finally got yourself out of this bubble he was beginning to put you in.
“Never said it was bad, just the time of the day”, you softly chuckled, seeing how he raised his brows and gave you another toothy grin.
His fingers were still grasping your chin just like his other arm was still wrapped tightly around you, and the mixture of his scent and the warmth that was radiating from him elicited the urge in you to melt into his embrace and just give all of yourself to him.
You were balancing on a thin rope, just like all the nights he snuck into your room and your bed, wrapping those strong arms around your body as he huddled his tall and broad frame up to you. And no matter if you stayed like this until dawn or began to talk and laugh through the night, with each more time he came in you knew the wall that kept you from letting him fully in was becoming thinner and the fantasies and longings about him stronger.
“We should get that sled up again”, you caught yourself mumbling in an act of your last defense, catching how Negan shook his head with a grin, as if he could read your mind before he licked quickly over his lip and nodded up the hill.
“Alrighty, Sweetheart, lets get that fucker up.”
Your clothes were clinging to your body as you made your way for about the sixth time up the hill, panting softly as the layers of wetted fabric and the snow didn’t make the path any easier.
Sledding really was a shit ton of fun, especially with Negan by your side, but you would gladly pass on the way up.
“If you would’ve eaten all of the food I got ya, you’d have enough fuckin power to get up here lickity-split”, Negan chuckled as he dragged the sled next to you up the hill, grinning as he caught your red flushed face.
“Nah by that amount, i would’ve thrown up for sure”, you teased back, hearing how a throaty chuckle left his lips as he stemmed himself further up the hill.
Just as your glance strayed from him and looked at the snowy ground, your foot settled down for the next step but instead of hitting earth beneath the snow, something icy and slippery welcomed you instead.
A gasp left your lips as soon as you felt yourself slipping away, your hands whirling around you to find something to grasp before gravity could give you the rest.
“Negan!”, you choked out, your fingers grasping his arm in a last attempt to save yourself from falling right as a pair of widened hazel eyes caught yours and a large hand reached out to catch your arm.
“I got yo- fuck”, he called out as you could feel him losing control of his body as well, stumbling backwards as both of you kept trying to find your balance back but instead lost even more of it.
With a groan and a loud curse that slipped out of your lips, your back hit the snowy ground that cushioned the blow a little as you felt Negan falling atop of you, his arms still trying to grasp you as you rolled only a short bit further down until you met the flatter becoming field again.
“Shit, you okay?”, you heard him pant as soon as you laid still, your back pressing into the snow while his body was shifting on top of you, your eyes catching his in the split of a second.
“Yeah, you?”, you grumbled, breathing deeply out as his eyes were still running worriedly over your face before the absence of any more pain let his glance soften a little.
“All fuckin’ fine”, he mumbled, giving you a slight nod before he glanced up and squeezed his eyes a little, catching something in the distance.
“Fuckin’ sled”, he grumbled as you tilted your head a bit, glancing to your side as you caught the sleigh that had come a good bit away from you finally to a stop.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”, you mumbled, sighing quietly as you shifted a little, feeling how your clothes began to become more covered in snow that slowly melted in response to your body’s warmth.
“Really?”, Negan chuckled teasingly instead, grinning widely at you as he glanced down at your joined bodies and entangled limbs, raising his brows suggestively as soon as his glance met yours again.
“Oh my”, you groaned, shoving his chest that rumbled beneath the snow covered leather jacket.
“You got snow fuckin’ everywhere, you know that?”, he softly chuckled as his gloved hand reached up and stroked along your face and hair, brushing the snow flakes out of it while your eyes stayed fixed on him.
He had some of the flakes in his dark hair and the salt and pepper beard himself, both of them glistening a little from the ones that had already molten.
The sun and the light’s reflection from the snow let his roaming eyes gleam up even more, enlightening the brown in his hazel eyes like a pot of honey and the green like a deep and vivid forest.
God, you were getting lost in them again but the more you glanced at the man hovering above you, the more you had to realize that every defense was long gone, everything else was just pretense.
You were falling for him, hard, and there was no way anymore for you to deny it.
And right now, you didn’t even want to anymore.
Not with his intoxicating scent surrounding you, not with his body pressed up against yours, not with his fingers caressing along your face, not with those eyes wandering over you, not with his hot breath brushing over your skin.
Your head felt like spinning and your emotions and senses were slowly beginning to run wild as you could feel him leaning closer down, his glance testing as if he wanted to check for a last time if you were alright with his next move until you finally felt his lips brushing over yours.
Still careful and if half of him still expected you to change your mind and pull back, but instead you reached up and leaned into his kiss, your gloved fingers entangling in his dark and wetted hair.
A deep but soft groan of his vibrated against your lips as he sunk into you, deepening your kiss as the sound and his taste allowed a heat to pool in your body that let you forget the iciness around you.
You hummed into his kiss, clinging to his body as you could feel the tension that had built up between you finally being set free.
Even though his movements were skilled, his lips moved over yours as if he had been starved, almost uncontrolled and if he was getting as lost in you as you were getting lost in him.
You were only letting go of each other as soon as your bodies longed too much for oxygen, forcing your lips to part even though you remained close to one another, forehead pressing against forehead.
Your eyes stayed closed until your lips formed into a smile, beginning to realize what had just happened before your lids fluttered slowly open, a spark of curiosity enflaming within you to see Negan’s reaction.
“Damn...”, you finally heard him quietly mumble after your eyes caught his and a trance like silence had passed as you saw them running over your face as he still held you tightly to himself.
“Fuck, you had me fuckin’ speechless for moment there, Baby...touché”, he mumbled with a soft grin on his lips, leaning in to give your lips another peck before he grumbled with a low chuckle against your lips.
“But look, Sweetheart. I didn’t even need a fucking mistletoe, just some slippery shit”
“And fuck, there he is again!”, you laughed, shoving his chest slightly before leaning up to kiss him softly once more, longing to feel those lips on yours again and feel his beard stubble tickling your skin.
Just as your lips parted, the cold around you let a shiver run through your body, hard enough for Negan to notice as he backed slightly away to glance down at you.
“Shit, you’re freezing, huh?”, he grumbled, shifting slightly before the worried glance turned into the roguish one you were used to, simultaneously with the large grin that formed back on his lips and allowed his dimples to shine through the salt and pepper beard.
“Ya know what? Let’s get that sled and head back to the truck, I got loads of ideas how to get ya warm again”, he said, his tongue running over his lower lip with relish as he winked teasingly at you.
“Sure you do”, you chuckled before your laugh got stuck in your throats as his lips crashed on yours and brought the heat back into your trembling body.
And so you melted right there into his kiss and his embrace once again, forgetting the icy coldness and thick snow around you until you made your way back to the truck, arm in arm, with kiss swollen lips and bodies filled up to the rim with happiness and the longing for more.
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A/N: A little drabble for @ne-gans celebration and my prompt is in bold.
Warnings: None. Only if you have said something questionable around children
Parings: None. It does feature the Winchester brothers
The pitter patter of little feet filled the hotel room. You hadn't planned on having the twins this week but when your brother asked you to watch them for him, a last minute call pulling him away from the family for the next few days and right after Christmas, you agreed. Besides the 3 year olds were actually well behaved; they just talked. A lot. So much so that when Sam called you to inform you that he and Dean were in town on a hunt, he had to ask if you were throwing a party.
“No that’s just the twins having a conversation with a stuffed bear.” you'd smile at them as their high pitched squeals echoed off the walls. Sam chuckled into the phone. You figured that was the dealbreaker; two bachelors don’t want to hang around with babies. So it surprised you when Sam hummed and added “You should bring them with you.”
Being siblings with a hunter meant that you had to adapt to weird shit and quickly. It could sometimes be a lonely life choice so when another hunter came around, the dynamic could go two ways: rival or ally. And that's how you happened to meet the Winchester brothers. At first their relationship with your brother was a rivalry but in due time the men began to like each other. When your brother introduced you to them, they were surprised to say the least. Dean even made an off-hand comment that you clearly inherited your parents good looks.
Sam sat on the bed and watched with amusement as the twins rattled on to each in their secret language that only the two of them understood.
“These kids are entertaining.” Sam spoke, never taking his eyes off them. You regarded him with sadness as his face told the story his mouth could not. He'd wanted children but being a hunter meant they'd constantly be in danger and he couldn't live with himself if something happened to his offspring.
The low rumbling of a car engine outside signaled that Dean had arrived. Sam advised Dean of your arrival but neglected to mention the children. Hearing the slam of a car door brought the twins attention towards the door.
“Ho Ho Ho, Bitches!” came Dean's bellow as he threw the door wide to show the two cartons of Southern Comfort in his arms. The squeal of one of the kids startled Dean as the other ran up to you.
“Oh ho bitches!” the child giggled and the other joined in repeating the phrase. Both you and Sam stared at Dean disapprovingly as the children kept repeating each other. A blush crept up Dean's neck as he hurriedly put the alcohol down and stripped himself of his coat.
“Great. You've ruined two decent children. Now we have to throw them away.” you deadpanned as Sam shook his head with a small smile. Dean looked down at the cursing children with guilt. Sighing he reached down and grabbed the closet one to him. Holding the child away from his body, he frowned as he regarded the kid.
“Hey don't say that. It's a bad word.”
“Ho?”
“No the other-”
“BITCHES” the other child screamed from the floor which prompted the other child to giggle in Dean's grasp and repeat the word. Dean stared at the child incredulously as the child began to squirm; indicating that they wanted to be put down. Defeated, he placed the child down on the floor as both children resumed playing.
“Way to go.” Sam muttered as Dean sighed loudly and turned to the cartons.
“Well at least I got alcohol to deal with this. Don’t tell your brother, yeah?”
Can’t quite believe I’m hosting another challenge so soon - this time not only to celebrate my 5K follower milestone but to see in the holiday season in style with a Christmas theme challenge!
RULES
Must be following me. This is a follower challenge after all.
Over 18′s only.
Characters can be either Negan, John, Sam or Dean.
Multiple characters are encouraged (want to write a threesome? Do it).
Reader insert only.
Can be canon or AU.
You can use whatever trope you want. A/B/O, daddy kink etc.
Send me an ask with what prompt you decide to use so I can mark them off as we go. No replies with your response please, I won’t be able to keep track.
Fluff/angst/smut are all welcome.
Any/all trigger warnings must be tagged and listed accordingly. Nothing is off the table except paedophilia/necrophilia. Nobody wants that.
Can be a drabble or one shot but must be at least 500+ words. Anything over that, please include a read more link.
Tag me in your work when posting and use #lisas5kxmaschallenge
End date is 1st January.
Reblog to spread the word please!
Any questions you might have - shoot me an ask.
And most importantly, have fun! I can’t wait to see what you come up with!
PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT!
DIALOGUE PROMPTS
“Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?” @taywrites99
“Ho ho ho bitches!” @amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes
“It’s too cold! Come here and warm me the hell up.”
“No, no, no! Get away from those presents!”
“Merry Christmas to all and to all-wait, not you, I don’t like you.”
“Baby, all I want for Christmas is you.” @maddiepants
“SURPRISE! I’m your present.”
“I didn’t expect you of all people, to be this excited about Christmas.”
“You can’t put alcohol in hot chocolate!” @natalie-dormer82
“Why is there a reindeer on my front lawn?”
“Kids, it’s time you knew something.” “You can’t tell them Santa’s not real!” “I wasn’t going to... but you just did.”
“I knitted you a sweater!”
“Thanks for lending me your jacket.”
“If you throw that snowball, that means war.” @deans-jiggly-pudding
“That tree is not going to fit...” “I knew it wouldn’t fit.”
“Y’know, this Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you.”
“But it’s Christmas... you’re supposed to be here with me.” @docharleythegeekqueen
“Stop being such a Scrooge.” @evansrogerskitten
“Do you want to build a snow-” “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” @jewelswrites-ish
Hi there. Can I have “y’know this Christmas Cookie frosting would taste a hell of a lot better on you.” For Negan? Or “Thanks for lending me your jacket.” As a back up for Negan for your holiday challenge? I’ll be writing under my pseudonym, @blackleatherjacketz
oh yay, i’m so happy you’re taking part again! ❤️
the first prompt has been taken but the “thanks for lending me your jacket” one is still free so it’s all yours! x
So I’m not supposed to sign up for anymore challenges but I can’t pass up “Y’know, this Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you.” Can I please join? 😊
well then i feel hugely privileged that you want to take part, ee! ❤️
god i can’t wait to see what you come up with if your smut pieces are anything to go by 🤤
