#simon would use his tail to pick up his son by the foot and swing him upside down

[simon-pitch]

is the season open for cute headcanons and all those things? bc i was imagining snowbaz with their son running to them across the garden and saying how amazing his father's wings are and how much he wanted a pair of them too

[demonhuntersspn]

Teach Me Tonight

Back To School

Negan X OC AU Pre-apocalypse

Fluff, Negan-like Language, Smut

@negans-network @mypapawinchester @jeffreynegan  

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I groan softly as the sun peered through the half-drawn window shade, violating my eyes. Seconds later my alarm went off. I lay there for several moments trying to recall why in the hell I had to get up so early.  The knock on the door and the sound of my son bellowing, “Mom! We’re gonna be late,” reminds me that today is the first day of school.

“I’m coming,” I throw back the covers and crawl from the warmth of my bed. It’s Jason’s first day at a new school.  It had been a year of first for both of us.  New house, new job, new life for us.

I pull my hair back from my face, tying it up, and quickly brush my teeth. I catch a glimpse of the clock again as I rush to the closet, “Fuck.” It’s later than I’d thought. I dress quickly in the first thing I could wrap my hands around, dressing as I rush down the steps. Realizing as I grab my keys that I’d put on a pair of torn jeans that I wore when working in the yard and an old Stones T-shirt.

“Are you seriously wearing that out in public?” My son’s embarrassment oozing from his words.

“No time to change. Just dropping you off,” I slide behind the wheel of my Camero as Jason slides in the passenger’s seat. The engine roars to life and we race off down the street.

“You have to meet the principal,” my son replies.

“It’s a progressive school. Don’t worry so much,” trying to convince myself as much as him.  I was the cool mom. Not the one that had all their shit together.  I pull into the lot seeing the student’s cars were far more luxurious than mine.  I smile reaching over to ruffle his dark hair. “You’ll be fine. Let’s get in here and get it over with.”

I can’t help but chuckle when he smoothes his hair back down when we enter the halls of what would be his new high school. We quickly race down the hall following the signs to the principal’s office. Suddenly feeling entirely underdressed when the set of parents before me steps out in a suit and tie and his beautiful wife wearing a string of pearls.

The gave them a smile in response to their sideways glances when making my way into the office. “Good morning,” I place my hand in the palm of the principal’s hand.  The meeting was over almost as quickly as it began. I’d been given expectations as a parent and my son given his course list and ushered off to start his day.

I finally feel like a person again when I slide back into the seat of my car. So much in a hurry to get out of there, I didn’t look behind me as I back up.  The motorcycle seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.  

Brakes squealed and I throw the car into park. “Fuck,” I mutter as I climb out watching as the large man lifts his bike off the pavement. At least it wasn’t some teenager I ran over.

“I’m so sorry,” I lean down in a vain attempt to help him.

“You ever watch where the fuck you’re going?” his dark eyes almost boring through me.

“Sometimes. Most of the time. It’s been a strange morning.”

He pushes his bike into the space next to mine, “You’re lucky there wasn’t any damage.” He walks around the back of my car to meet me. “To my bike at least.” He smirked looking down at my now busted tail light. “You’ll need to get that fixed. Cops ‘round here are sons a’ bitches when it comes to the rules. And that’ll get you a hefty fine.”

“Thanks,” I look back up at him. He stood over six foot at least. Charming smile. Almost made me forget I’d just about backed over the man. “I’m really sorry. Is there anything I can do to make up for this?”

His fingers rake through his dark hair, “You can start by giving me your name.”

“My name,” I relax a little and smile, “Shawn.”

“Nice to fucking meet you, Shawn,” he grins, “Name’s Negan.”

“And I thought my name was unique,” I couldn’t help but notice how attractive he is. Especially now that he’s not under a bike. “I could buy you a cup of coffee sometime.”

“You can do that,” his eyes scanned me over, making me suddenly feel like I should have dressed a little better. “I have to get to class now. But you bet your sweet ass you will be seeing me again.”

“Class? You’re a teacher here?” I start to pace back and forth, “I’m such a fucking moron. My son’s first day of school and I run over a teacher.”

“Well hot damn,” he continues to grin, “I wouldn’t peg you for the hot mom of one of the pricks that go here.”

His words stop me in my tracks, “Thanks. But my son isn’t a prick.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that he was. Most of them in there,” he nods his head in the direction of the building, “are.” He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, handing me his card. “Call me and we can grab that coffee. I gotta get in there. And you gotta get that light fixed.”

Without another word, he turns toward the building and almost saunters inside.

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For two days I had stared at his card. Tucked it in my pocket. Folded it, threw it away, only to dig it out again. I suck in a breath finally dialing the number. I almost hang up until I hear his baritone, “Hello.”

“Hi,” my heart pounds hard and loud. I hadn’t initiated a call to a man in years.

“Well if it ain’t the hot mom,” I hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yeah, calling to make sure you don’t have whiplash or anything,” instantly I relax leaning on the kitchen counter.

“Nope, but if you’re volunteering to give me a massage. I’ll accept,” he responds.

“How about we grab that cup of coffee first and then work up to the massage?” Smiling into the receiver.

“If that’s the way you wanna play this,” he says, “How’s the tail light?”

“I got it kind of fixed,” I reply.

“Kinda? What the fuck does that mean?” Negan’s voice stern.

“It means I covered it in red tape so the cops won’t stop me.”

His voice softened and he chuckled, “That is a woman answer.”

“I just got the replacement light today,” hopping up on the counter to talk to him. He is so easy to talk to, his voice excited me.

“How about you swing by the school early tomorrow, I can get one of the assholes in auto shop to change it for you while you buy me that coffee?”

“I can make that happen.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, hot mom,” he chuckles as we end the call.

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I wake up earlier than normal. A brush through the hair would be a better look than my first meeting with Negan. But something inside me wants to look good for him. Not too good. It’s just coffee, not officially a date. Several pairs of jeans and slacks find their way into the pile of discarded clothing on my bed.  I finally picked the pair that hug my hips in just the right way and a top that gave a hint of cleavage.

Jason climbed out of the car and walked in the building then I drove around to the back of the school.  I pull into the open auto shop garage.  I smile seeing the familiar face in the window and step out.

“Well hot mom, you made it,” he smirks, “Simon here will oversee these assholes in changing that taillight. Nothing they’d be able to fuck up.” He motions to the balding man in a jumpsuit.

“Alright, keys are in the ignition.  Thank you for helping me with that. The box in the backseat is the replacement light.” I offer Simon a smile then turn my attention back to Negan. The smile he wore just as captivating as I remembered.

“Come on hot mom,” he took my hand and ushered me out the door towards his bike.

“I have a name you know,” I respond taking the spare helmet he offered.

“I know,” he swings his leg over the bike and motions for me to climb behind him. My hands rest lightly on his sides, “You’re gonna have to hold on tighter than that Shawn.” He revs the engine and the bike pulls forward. Faster than I thought it would. My arms wrap around his waist tight and I rest my face on his back.  

Moments later we pull into the lot of a small diner. He reaches back offering me his hand to help me down from his bike.  Taking it I hop off and find my footing on the pavement. My hand holding his for a moment longer before releasing it.

“It’s been awhile since I been on a ride before,” I confide as we slide into a booth in the back of the restaurant.

“I find that hard to fucking believe. You should be living on the wild side. Riding what and who you want,” he flips open the menu eyes locked more on the tops of my breasts than the words on the page.

“Hard finding the time to get out with a teenage son and a full-time job.” I feel my face flush as his eyes linger on me. “Not that I wouldn’t mind an occasional ride.”  I shrug my shoulders out of my jacket and lay it on the seat next to me.

“Da-amn. You are a sight for sore eyes. I spend half my day trying not to look at the underage titties that are practically pushed in my face. I’m glad you’ve got nice ones there I can fully appreciate.”

“Glad I can oblige,” I can’t help but smile. His candidness refreshing. Enough to cause me to squirm a little in my seat.

“You keep doing that and I may stop being a gentleman and take you in the bathroom.” His eyes move from me to the waitress that stopped to take our order.  “Two coffees.  And two of your pancake specials.”  He glances back to me to make sure I had no objections.

“You’re very observant.” I smile handing the menu that had been opened to the display of the pancake special.

“I try to be, sweetheart,” he replies. “Though the bathroom thing is still on the table.”

My cheeks flush a little deeper, “The bathrooms here are a little cramped for my liking.”

“You are a firecracker aren’t you?” he leans back in his seat, grin widening.

I shake a couple packets of blue sweetener in my hand before emptying the contents in my coffee cup. “I don’t think that’s something I’ve ever been called before.”

“If I didn’t have class,” he says glancing across the parking lot to a sleazy motel. “/Fuck/, I’d like to see how much of a firecracker you can be.”

A grin tugs at my lips when I follow his gaze. Too long I’d been just a mom, Negan is awakening the woman that I could be. The warm that is growing between my thighs reminded me how long it had been since I had indulged. And something about the man made me want to indulge.

“My son is going to his dad’s for the night,” my eyes cut back to his face for reaction.

As though on cue, his smirk widens into a smile as he speaks, “You into a little freaky deaky, hot mom? How did I know that?”

“You’ll have to see,” taking the final sip from my coffee, “seven?”

He pulls his wallet out and tosses a few bills on the table, before sliding out of the booth, “Fuck yeah. Let’s get the fuck outta here. ” I slide out following him out the door, my stomach already bouncing at the thought of him. Stopping just short of his bike Negan turns back looking down at me. I realize in that instant how tall he is. Another amazing quality of the man.  

He lifts my eyes to meet his before crashing his lips down on his. Fingers curl into the warn material of his ash grey t-shirt as I start to lose myself in the kiss. Damn if the man didn’t make me forget my entire existence outside of the moment. Hitching a breath as he breaks the kiss, “I needed a taste to get through the fucking day. I bet the other lips are just as goddamn sweet.”

Without another word, he swings his leg over his bike and ushers me behind him.  Moments later we pull back into the parking lot of the high school.

“See you at seven then?” I ask as I swing open the door to my Camaro.

“My dick is already jumping for joy at the thought,” he responds with that smirk before ducking into the door of the school.

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I had spent much of the day thinking about calling and canceling. I’d even picked up the phone and hung it up at least three times. I couldn’t help but admit to myself that I wanted this. Fuck I needed it.

I pull into the parking lot an hour early. I check in and carry my bag into the room and drop it onto the floor of the bathroom. I couldn’t stop myself from primping a little more before texting him just the room number. I wondered as I brush my teeth if he smirked that sexy ass smirk of his at the message.  

My stomach somersaulted again when I hear the knock on the door. Shaky hands turn the knob and swing the door open. The moment he came into view any thought of changing my mind vanished.

“Fuck,” his eyes scanned over me, “You look amazing.” He steps through the door keeping his gazed fixed on me. Negan reaches out cupping my neck in his hand and trails his finger along the v-neck of my t-shirt watching as the hint of cleavage peeks out, “Those look fucking delicious.”

“Thank you,” I must have been shaking.

“You nervous, hot mom?” he pushes me against the wall. I nodded looking up at him, “A little. I don’t normally do this kind of thing.”

He leans in as his hand moves over my shirt cupping my breast in his hand, whispering, “I can leave if you want.” My body responds effortlessly to the touch. The heat of his breath against my skin ignites a fire deep in my center. I shake my head, “Don’t go.” I feel the smile on his lips as he presses them to the pulse in my neck. My hands reach out grabbing his sides to steady myself. Negan’s gentle at first as he massages my neck and pushing my shirt up and over my head. He pulls back eyes locked on my tits covered by thin black lace. My nipples cutting into the fabric. “F-uck. Just the sight of you has me fucking hard as a goddamn rock.” Bravery set back in as I let my hand move down over the rough denim finding the bulge prominent in his jeans. “Take it out.” Without a thought I obey, tugging at his leather belt and yanking at the button, my hand dips inside stroking his length as I free him from the confines of his pants. I feel him groan at the relief, “Is that what you wanted, hot mom?” Negan doesn’t wait for my reply before leaning in, pressing his lips to mine.

I quickly lose track of his hands focusing on the various sensations they leave on my delicate skin. Pinching my nipples then pushing my bra up with one hand, then popping the button of my jeans with his other. He grins finding my panties moist. His fingers play over my lace covered folds until my grip on his throbbing cock tightens in response.  “Don’t worry, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you /real/ soon.” He tugs the lace away slipping his middle finger inside me. His thumb plays expertly with my clit. I stroke in time with the thrusts of the movements of his hand as he toys with me. My legs shaking barely able to hold me up as my walls clamp around his fingers, “That’s it, hot mom,” he groans, “Cum for me.”  He thrust his fingers harder and moves his thumb faster. I cry out a mixture of moans and curses as I let go. My head leaning back against the wall.

Pulling his fingers from me he smirks locking his gaze on mine, licking my juices from his fingertips, “Mmm…just as fucking delicious as I thought.” He takes a small step back his other hand steadying me. “/That/ was just the beginning.”  I draw in a breath heart pounding in my chest, coming down from my high.

“That was a good place to start,” I lock my gaze with his, fingers dancing along his length. “I look forward to returning the favor.”

“You can try, and fuck what you’re doing does feel fucking good,” he looks down at me eyes dark, “but it takes a tight wet, pussy to make me cum.” The movements of my hand more deliberate.

“You’re in luck,” I reply with a smirk that matches his, “I happen to have one.”

“Fuck, you are gonna be the end of me,” his hands slide down cupping the cheeks of my ass lifting me up. Instinctively my legs wrap around his waist.  He turns in the dimly lit room and drops me on the bed. With a single quick motion, he yanks my jeans down and tosses them on the floor. Smirking when he sees the black lace his fingers had been tangled in he rips them at the seam, bearing my still glistening lips. Fingers trace the flesh as he kicks his boots off and lets his jeans fall to the floor.  His teeth rip open the condom he’d fished from the pocket and rolls it down his length. He moves my legs to rest on his shoulders and inches forward. The tip of his cock brushes lightly over my slit. My eyes lock on his gaze that devours me.

He thrust hard and deep inside me. My lips fall open in a silent moan as he fills me to the hilt with his thickness. “Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out and thrusts again hard and fast. A warmth spread over me and I feel as though I would explode. He grinned and pumped faster.  Letting my legs fall from his shoulders, he pushes my thighs apart. Fingers tight in the milky flesh holding me open for him.  The change in sensation enough to push me farther. Negan moves his hands along my body and rested the weight of him on his elbows on either side of my head. “Open your eyes,” he says, “I want to see your eyes when you cum around my cock.” My eyes hooded when they lock with his. He could certainly feel my walls pulsing around him and my thighs quiver.  His thrusts faster, deeper, as his cock begins to twitch inside me. He’s close. I hook my leg up over his hip, lifting to meet his movements. Fucking him as much as he fucked me. My nails rake down the flesh of his shoulders as I cum. He uttered something I couldn’t understand over the swirling in my head I feel him slam hard one last time inside me. Crying out his own release.  

“Fuck,” he rolled off of me to his back. Both of us still catching our breath. “I fucking needed that.”

“Yeah,” I glance over at him, “Me too.”

“We’ll have to do that again /real/ soon,” he wipes the sweat from his brow and reaches down. Chuckling as he pulls the condom off, “I’m fucking hungry. You wanna order a pizza?” I couldn’t help but chuckle along with him.