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madeupoflowers · 2 years

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What are your hidden abilities and gifts?🎇🪄

Hi my loves! I got another suggested pick a card for you all! It was so interesting reading all of these unique and precious energies.🥰

Piles 1-2 are the top row

Piles 3-4 are the bottom row

(Thank you @vincenzomalfoy🪄)

If you need some guidance on how to choose the right pile, here are some techniques I like to use:

If a specific things sparks a pang of nostalgia or joy in you

If one pile “shines” brighter than the others

Close your eyes and think of a blank slate then open them quickly, which ever “jumped out” in that moment is the one.

Of course, it’s possible to feel drawn to more than one pile and if that’s the case then feel free to read for them both! (For me, sometimes I’ll get an intuitive message when Spirit wants me to read one pile before the other.)

Overall, it’s normal to doubt your gut or intuition at first but please know with practice makes things “perfect”. Don’t be hard on yourself over that! If no pile calls out to you, then that’s valid! There may not be a message here for you(or yet). I will try to add more piles down the line. Remember you all are special and so precious. If you doubt that I’ll have to go Italian mother on your ass and smack you with a wooden spoon.😤😊

Now, enough outta me and enjoy your reading, honeybees!!🐝🤌🏻🧧

🌬🤲🏻💋

🎀🌷💕🎀🌷💕🎀🌷💕🎀🌷💕

Pile 1

Incredibley emotionally intellent even if you don’t see it. Brilliant thinkers I see genuises here. Its like you are able to intuitively see future outcomes thus giving you an advantage to make the perfect decision. You have the potential to be a great influence and this may be the social media pile. You are perfect for entertainment! I feel those who choose this pile are very charming, versitle and funny! This is the pile where they are able to get people to help you out and vouch for you and your talents! I feel through this gift to wear the perfect mask and act for the right situations and to adapt quickly makes you a magnet for wealth and fame one way or another. What ever it is that thag you feel called to do but feel it’s not logical enough- STOP! That’s the path you will get the most abundance and admiration out of!! Listen to your heart and gut, it’s screaming at you!

Channeled messages: silver dolphin necklace, swim team, clouds, fashion design, glitter pens, ISFP, Libra, Solar plexus chakra, lip stain, sugar, stone carving, Springtime, star shaped glitter, peaches scent.

Pile 2

ARE YOU FAMOUS?

Hehe, no seriously…👀 You have so much luck when it comes to money and locking down a good deal. If you somehow don’t feel this then you will be in the near future however I truly think you all are strongly in this abundant energy already. You are not meant to be working under anyone as you are meant to be an authority. You are meant to call all of the shots. CEO, sports players, businessmen/women, etc. This is your pile. If you have a dream to break barriers or I feel like being the first female, first trans-individual or first SOMETHING, this is what you are meant to do. Please don’t dim your light, I feel so many people try to!! Especially recently, I feel like you are hiding internal doubts regarding this light and for the love of all things don’t let it win. You have so much potential and beauty on the inside and out. People see this and want to see it as a threat when in reality it’s their own issues not yours. Don’t burden yourself and dim your shine for these low vibrational people. Don’t be afraid to get out of this comfort zone and do something “crazy”, something everyone else is too insecure or shy to attempt! Ground breaker, you are a meant to break molds!

Channeled messages: Serena van der Woodsen, Aries, ENFJ, ringlet curly hair, Solar plexus chakra AND Root chakra!, Emelié, French language, pepper, “best vengeance is your paper”, Arabian nights, gentle bell chiming, scuba diving.

Pile 3

Are these my politicians and activists?? Y’all are destined to speak up against bullshit and call out the shitty system! I saw someone standing at a podium and telling a groundbreaking and passionate speech! You will not glaze over an issue, you hate that stuff! Think the world's leaders are foolish and pathetic for not standing up and standing tall for what they believe in! You are meant to become a great leader yourself and give your all to a cause. I see multiple causes but one is extremely important to you. The ability to be fair and deliver justice unbiased comes so naturally to you. Never afraid to fight for what you believe in. I see debaters here. You never stand back in submission and let yourself be cornered. No, you stand for your morals and values. I see someone who is so much more sensitive than they let others know and thats another amazing ability of yours. I feel much of your opinions and stances on things can be taboo or controversial. Luckily, you know how to keep the wrong people from taking advantage of you and stabbing you where your vulnerable. Yet I still feel “keep your friends close but your enemies closer.”

Channeled messages: desert, ocotillo cactus, writing with a feather, “stop crying over spilled milk”, Virgo, figs, moon bracelet, 5’7, stage anxiety, AHS, maroon, Korea, Malaysia, Brunei, letter ‘J’, climbing over a tan hill.

Pile 4

My spiritual leader piles! Monks, nuns, gurus, preachers, counselors, etc. I feel you are gifted in be able to shine light in the darkness. To bring light and wisdom to those who need it the most. A reliable shoulder and an open ear willing to just listen. You know how to make many confide in you and trust you deeply. Maybe it’s because you dont have a harsh aura to you. You seem simply…good. Benevolent. You are incredible at healing those who have endured so many hardships. Not many in this big world have the levels of patience and grace as you do. Always willing to be of service to those in need. I feel those who chose this pile are starseeds. You came here with a divine purpose to do unconditional love, you aren’t a violent soul and may find it hard to stand up for yourself at times. Don’t fear if you set boundaries, people naturally feel the urge to respect you. There is so much purity and kindness in you even if you don’t think or feel it, doesn’t mean it’s not there! You will bring light, wisdom, strength and hope to this world. I saw a gentle elderly woman sitting on a cough with a warm smile as if she was sharing a story of great wisdom and advice to her grandchildren. Thank you for what you do and are gonna do Pile 4, without your love and wise nature, this world would be in chaos. We need more individuals like you.

Channeled messages: Aquarius, Ceres, Athena, pantheon, leather sandals, Judism, huggable, nose scrunches, vanilla bean, jungles, Thailand, orange and red combination, church, Norway, Danish language, crescent moon, Venusian dominant chart, feathered wings, gentle raindrops, sushi.

#2022 #self love #astrology #pick a card #pac #tarot #love #manifest #riderwaite #1111 #fortune #Spotify

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bakatenshii · 3 years

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A long time ago u mentioned you were writing “32 degrees F” and it was fluffy or something

Or if that wasn’t you then uh ignore this pls

that was me!! yes yes hehe, it’s a 4part kenma x reader fic that I’m planning that’s fluffier than my usual, but obvi still smut and all (*￣∀￣)

#urusai! baka #32F #AHHHHH IM #YES THAT WAS MEEE #it was something i wanted to do #i have a playlist for it already HAHAHAJABJ #BUT I HAVENT STARTED #i have the outline ish!! LIKE SUUUPER ROUGHT #BARE BONES SKELETAL OUTLINE #like the beginning and the end and some specific events in the middle #everything else is up in the air #ive never really written non-pwp so itll be a challenge and #i wanna try to branch out and attempt new things!#break outta my comfort zone hehe #i have no clue when ill start it but #that was meeee! AHHHH IM BLUSHIN #U REMEMBEREDDD

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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HITMEN AU! | HEAD CANONS | 19+ [HAIKYUU!!]

𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖜𝖆 [PART i] [PART ii]

Here’s the second part to Shiratorizawa~! Next will be Johzenji~!! Hehe chaotic babies I’m excite uwuwuwu I hope you guys enjoy these ones as well, and as always thank you all so much for the support and love~! ;;

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Y̷u̷n̷o̷h̷a̷m̷a̷

Another one of the snipers on the team. Though he’s not on the field often, he helps Semi and Shirabu around with training and getting the rookies familiar with the guns in their arsenal.

More so seen as the technician of the group. The person who fixes and adjusts any weapons for the group members if something doesn’t necessarily work out in their favor

Though quiet and not really spoken out, he’s a vital member of the team.

He enjoys being able to help and provide his expertise in arsenal knowledge to the team .

Usually ends up shadowing Tendo during interrogations to make sure he doesn’t go too far with his interrogations.

“Hm? An addition?”

Though the question had been poised, the male was already grabbing the device. Various ideas floating around his mind at what he could do to help the other before him as the rookie in question couldn’t help but sit pouting.

“Yeah, I just need something that’ll help me engage in close targets much more easily! I keep having a hard time taking them down in one swing like Ushijima-san...”

Now with a clearer picture of what exactly was needed, the technician went ahead and rummaged around the various chests he had filled with weapons. Each with their own specifications before finding the proper blades as he returned to the other.

“I don’t think you need an addition. Rather a change of weapons. Test those out on your next target and come back to let me know how it goes. Yeah?”

The glee and excitement that was held in the other’s eyes explained enough for him as he chuckled before waving the younger off.

“Now then, let’s see about testing these new toys...”

Average height with a strong build, he’s one of the more sturdier members of the team.

Prefers to have a shaved head as it keeps any sort of obstructions out of his view to make sure his work is precise and perfect.

Has the most tattoos out of all the members of Shiratoriawa to the point he actually has some on his scalp.

Pretty indifferent with his s/o

he’s doting and loving when he needs to be, and purposefully will keep them in the dark about the life he lives at night.

K̴e̴n̴j̴i̴r̴o̴ ̴S̴h̴i̴r̴a̴b̴u̴

The main sniper sent out into the field to cover the rookies and mid-level missions that are given to the team.

One of the best shots, but like Fukurodani’s sniper Akaashi, he’s not entirely well known; and he prefers it that way.

He has a wide variety of skills under his belt, but he finds the most comfort behind the sniper rifle and secretly enjoys the perfect head shot kills.

Despite being one of the main snipers, he always turns to Semi and Yunohama for advice whenever he comes to a point where he’s unsure of how he wants to continue with a certain sequence of moves.

Similar to Tendo, he can be a tad psychotic when it comes to intervening with a target or having to engage in close combat.

“Tch. You really could’ve made this easier on yourself....but I suppose it’s fine. I need to relieve some stress anyway, and what a perfect punching bag I have.”

His voice was devoid of emotions. The malicious intent that was swirling in his eyes had the target sweating in unease as they turned, attempting to put as much distance as possible between them and the enraged sniper. Though found that the effort was futile as a sharp pain ran through their leg. Their form collapsing as the male approached.

“Oops, slipped outta my hand. Sorry about that, let’s try that again shall we?”

The dagger that had been once sheathed in the male’s thigh holster was now embedded into their thigh. Blood oozing from the wound as they tried desperately to get away.

“....maybe I should break those legs of yours so you won’t try to run away. I’m not one for a chase...”

One of the slightly shorter members, though closer to average height.

He’s body type is much more lean than built.

Has a couple of tattoos, not too many and an undercut styled asymmetrical sort of bob. (Will purposefully make fun of Goshiki’s hair style)

Can be a tad bipolar with his s/o. Mainly because of how chaotic he is when he’s with the members themselves, but tries hard to maintain a sort of ‘normal’ appearance with them.

Acts more so like a Tsundere with them than anything else.

T̷a̷i̷c̷h̷i̷ ̷K̷a̷w̷a̷n̷i̷s̷h̷i̷

Works alongside Ohira and Tendo back at base, but more so with Tendo.

One of the other interrogators if Tendo happens to take too much time with a victim. Because of his emotionless exterior and blank expression it’s always a sort of mental game for those trying to out smart him during an interrogation.

Most definitely picked up some of Tendo’s more...torturous methods.

Also frequents to Yunohama for new tools and toys to test on the ‘subjects’ that are brought to him.

The silence that surrounded the room unnerved the subject. With their form immobilized on the cold metal tray that was to be their ‘bed’ the panic they felt would only gradually increase.

“..Mm, just so you’re aware, you aren’t tied down...rather you’ve just been injected with an immobilizer, but don’t worry. You’ll feel every little thing.”

His words held so much malice that tears rolled out from the victim’s eyes. The desire to scream and thrash so strong in their system, but the lack of response from their body only served to confirm the horrors the young male before them said.

“Don’t be too scared, it’ll be a good time to....get to know one another...”

One of the taller members.

Has a strong build that adds to the intimidating factor he already possesses.

Mostly has battle scars and more piercings than tattoos, though he does have a small handful of them.

It’s very hard for him to communicate with his s/o as he isn’t super in touch with his emotions.

Honestly it’s a surprise that he even has one, but if he does he tries his best to be at least more humane.

T̴s̴u̴t̴o̴m̴u̴ ̴G̴o̴s̴h̴i̴k̴i̴

A close combat assassin in training. He considers Ushijima the ideal, and has considered the older to not only be a rival, but a perfect goal to look up to.

Though his skills with close combat are amazing, he does have trouble attempting to mimic the boss’s moves and skills. It’s only when Semi tells the younger to find his own proper fighting style that he is gifted by Yunohama with a new specialized daggers

it’s tuned to his psychotic tendencies once he’s in the zone, and attempts to try to alleviate the younger’s lust for blood when sent out on missions.

Has been reprimanded more than once for killing too many people-- mainly because they don’t have a large enough cleaning crew to deal with the fall out.

Thus, he tries to hold back the urge-- also because Tendo continues to pester him about killing off potential victims he could interrogate.

The pounding of blood filled his ears as he stared at the sight before him. A maniacal grin graced his features as he could still feel the warmth of the target’s blood on his fingers. The absolute joy he felt when he managed to kill a disgusting and corrupt man.

Though he was snapped out of his thoughts as a familiar voice rang in his ear. An exasperated sigh and irritated tone filling his head as he laughed awkwardly, flicking the blood from the curved dagger he was given before sheathing it away.

“Any day now Goshiki. I’d really like to go back to base instead of continuing to babysit you while you go on some happy murder spree.”

“Ah! I’m done now! I’m coming up senpai!”

The light tone that fluttered from his voice was a great contrast to the scene he left for their clean-up crew. Though unfortunate, he couldn’t help but happily think of the masterpiece he left behind as he rushed to meet with the older male.

One of the averaged height males within their group, his build is neither too strong or too lean. A perfect medium that allows him to not only have enough power to snap someone’s neck, but agility to pounce on the target with ease.

Isn’t really fond of tattoos or piercings, but has just one on his back. He much rather prefers the scars and healed wounds he’s gained from working out on the field.

Has a bowl haircut that Shirabu will always poke fun at.

He’s a bit sporadic with his s/o. Trying to seem more like a shy tsundere who has his own spurts of excitable energy.

Enjoys cuddling and snuggling with them whenever he gets the chance and won’t hesitate to kill anyone who tries to harm them.

H̷a̷y̷a̷t̷o̷ ̷Y̷a̷m̷a̷g̷a̷t̷a̷

One of the shorter members in their group, but one of the most reliable members.

The team’s clean-up member, who usually ends up having to dispose of a lot of Goshiki’s abstract pieces of human art; and honestly he’s not phased by it.

Usually the one who’s sent out if one of the members happens to miss a target or a target somehow survives. (Though it’s rare)

Besides clean-up, he’s also one of the top infiltrators of the group. Able to ease his way in to any scenario without a hitch and provide ease of contact with his teammates and the target.

An irritated sigh came from the male as he surveyed the scene before him. The sight gruesome to many, though normal for him. Thankfully, the young assassin had managed to tone down with his little sporadic killing spree.

“Alright, we’re going to collect the bodies and any missing parts. Bring them here and we’ll see what we can do with the leftovers.”

A quick glimpse to the side and a twitch of movement had him sigh at the tensed up crew he was given for the night.

“Look, I get that you pansies aren’t well...acquainted with our team. But don’t worry. You will soon.”

The look of fear that rolled through their eyes as he effectively stomped down on the twitching figure’s neck had a shiver of unease roll down all their spines as the last bits of life fled from the poor soul’s eyes.

Despite being one of the shorter members, he has a well rounded build. Similar to Goshiki, he isn’t too lean or too built. Rather he’s equipped to be able to handle any sort of situation thrown at him.

Like Goshiki, he doesn’t really have any tattoos or piercings as he prefers the scars and closed wounds he’s earned from his work out on the field.

One of the ‘normal’ ones around their s/o. He’s affectionate and kind with them that he has no problem hiding his true career.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hitmen au #au #haikyuu!!#shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader #yunohama #yunohama x reader #kenjiro shirabu #shirabu kenjiro x reader #taichi kawanishi #taichi kawanishi x reader #tsutomu goshiki x reader #tsutomu goshiki #hayato yamagata x reader #hayato yamagata

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pedroscurls · 7 years

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Title: You, Doll, Are Special

@kirahrps requested: Hi hi! I see that your requests are open and I'd like to make one :) I have mild cerebral palsy. I can walk but not well. I wonder if you could write a story where Negan genuinely and truly falls for someone with cp? She has more needs than anybody else but she's also the biggest spitfire and she likes it roooooooouuuuuuggggghhhh (but without devices. That's too close to torture to me and I can't). Is this possible? I just feel like so many people desexualize us and would love to see a story that brings the opposite.

Character(s): Negan and Reader (who has mild cerebral palsy) Summary: You and Negan finally give in to one another. Word Count: 3,638 Warning: SMUT! ;-) Author’s Note: Thank you, @kirahrps for this request! It definitely pushed me out of my comfort zone, but I loved every second of it! I sure hope that I did this story justice for you! ALSO, the line “I’ll be your balance” is all credited to you, @kirahrps! Such a good line hehe! Enjoy! :-)

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Every day was a struggle for you. Dealing with mild cerebral palsy during the end of the world didn’t give you much motivation to do anything. Luckily, though, Negan was aware of your condition and asked you to be his wife once he brought you in to the Sanctuary.

At first, you were hesitant. You didn’t know what he truly meant by becoming his ‘wife.’ Though, when he introduced you to the harem of women he had, you knew exactly what his intentions were. He made sure that you had the best care the world could offer. He provided you the right medication and even made Dr. Carson give you massage therapy to help alleviate stiffness and pain.

However, despite your condition, it never stopped you from standing your ground. When Negan first introduced you to his other wives, you noticed the glares and judgment in their eyes. You caught Negan by surprise when you scoffed and stuck a middle finger at each and every one of them.

“Well, fuck, doll… You may have a difficult time walking and look like you’re about ready to break, but you sure act like you’ve got some beach-sized lady nuts,” he said.

That moment had been five months ago. You have been in the Sanctuary for five months now and Negan still had not brought you to his room for a night filled with fun. You begin to wonder if it was because of your cerebral palsy that made him not want you.

At that thought, you sigh. Maybe Negan pitied you and simply offered to become his wife for that purpose only.

It couldn’t be. You would always catch him staring at you with a longing in his eyes that only you were able to notice. When he was in the lounge, drinking a beer, his eyes would constantly deviate in your direction.

Today was no different. Negan always made sure that your wardrobe was comfortable for you. He would sneak a few tight dresses here and there, but you always settled with a t-shirt dress that reached your upper thigh.

Negan always mentioned how much he loved your legs, despite the difficulty of walking.

After applying a light amount of makeup and curling your hair, you leave your room to go to Dr. Carson’s office. You had an appointment for another session of massage therapy to help you with the pain.

As you walk slowly to Dr. Carson’s office, you notice the odd looks that you were receiving on the way. You narrow your eyes and grasp the wall for a moment, taking a break. You look around and once more, flick off the men that were staring.

“You got a problem?” you ask.

“N – No… I just – Do you need help?” he replies.

“No. I can do this myself. If I needed help, I’d ask.” you continue walking, paying no attention to the looks that you were constantly receiving.

Once you finally reach Dr. Carson’s office, you notice Negan sitting next to the man wearing the white coat.

“Negan?”

His eyes immediately trail over your frame. You blush, watching as his eyes linger at your exposed legs before he stands up to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

The one thing you admired about Negan was that he looked past your flaws. In fact, he embraced them wholeheartedly. Sure, there were a few teasing jokes, but he would always end it with a sweet phrase.

You never thought a person like Negan was capable of being sweet to a woman that didn’t involve sex.

“Dr. Carson’s been showing me some techniques for your massage therapy. I know his walk from your room is a long one, so I figure if I knew how to massage, I can help you and you wouldn’t have to put a strain on your body,” he says.

You smile. He was so thoughtful when he wanted to be.

“Oh, Negan… I’m fully capable of coming down here on my own.”

“I know you are, doll, but does it hurt if I want to learn?”

You narrow your eyes. “I guess not, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop coming down here to see Dr. Carson.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because he’s the actual doctor, Negan.”

He feigns a hurt expression, resting a hand over his chest. “You wound me, dear wife.”

“You’ll get over it. Go talk to Amber or Sherry. I’m sure they’ll take your mind off it,” you quip back.

“Sounds like you’re jealous.”

“I’m not.”

Negan slowly motions for Dr. Carson to leave the room. Once the door shuts, Negan sets Lucille down against the examination bed and pulls you gently into a tight hug.

“You are jealous,” he whispers.

Despite how badly you wanted to push him away, you opt to lean against him instead. You inhale his intoxicating scent and shut your eyes. Your body was in slight pain and standing up was beginning to take a toll on your body, so you pull back to sit down onto the bed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine, Negan. You know how much I hate that question.”

“Well, I can’t help but worry sometimes, doll.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Negan. If anyone should be worried, it should be me. You’re the one that has to go past these gates and who knows what kind of threats lie out there aside from the dead.”

“You know I’ll always come home to you,” he says softly, kissing lightly along your neck.

“Yeah and five other women,” you respond, pushing him away gently.

“Not this conversation again? Really?”

“What the hell do you want me to say? I have been your wife for the past five months, going on six, and you still haven’t had sex with me. What is it, Negan? I’m too fragile for you? Is the thought of me having mild cerebral palsy a damn turn off that you can’t even touch me? What the fuck is it, Negan?”

Negan takes a step back. He wasn’t expecting you to blow up at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? You’re fuckin’ sexy, okay?”

“Then what’s stopping you from fucking me?”

“Your mouth, doll… I’d suggest you watch it,” he threatens.

“Or what? Going to punish me? Oh wait, you’re too afraid to. Just send Dr. Carson in here. I really just want this session to be done with so I can go back up to my room, like fuckin’ usual, and read my damn books,” you mumble angrily.

“I just don’t want to hurt you, doll,” he says softly.

His tone of voice catches you by surprise, and you look up at him.

“You won’t hurt me. This condition of mine? Yeah, it does not fuckin’ define me, Negan. I may not be able to walk well, but that doesn’t mean I am fully incapable of daily activities. I’m not going to break, and you certainly won’t break me,” you reassure him.

“I don’t want to fuckin’ find out, either. Right now, our arrangement is fine with me. I’m okay with kissing you. Hell, do you fuckin’ see me kissing my other wives? Let me answer that for you. Fuck no, I don’t.”

You clear your throat. You didn’t know he didn’t kiss his other wives. “Why don’t you kiss them?”

“Why the fuck do I need to explain myself to you?”

You roll your eyes, “Fine. Whatever. Just leave. I’m sure you have other important shit to do than deal with me.”

“God, you are so fuckin’ stubborn,” he says.

“Says the one who refuses to answer my question.”

“I don’t kiss them because they aren’t you, okay? Fuck.”

You furrow a brow and look up at him. You didn’t know Negan was capable of actually developing feelings for a woman, no less you. You were surprised and you slowly reach over to take Negan’s hand in your own.

Negan sighs, allowing you to take his hand before he looks down to see your lips gently press against the back of his hand.

“Why are you hiding so much of what you’re feeling, Negan?”

“Because I don’t want to get too close to you. If something happens to you and I’m not there to stop it, fuck… I don’t want to lose you like I lost Lucille, doll.”

You should have known that your relationship with Negan was different from the rest of his wives. He opened up to you about his old life and that included Lucille. Since then, your bond with Negan was nowhere near his relationships with his other wives.

“How can you lose me if you keep me on house arrest all the damn time?” you tease.

Slowly, Negan breaks out into a small smile. “You’re a fuckin’ smartass, you know that?”

“Oh, I know. It keeps you on your toes.”

“That’s for fuckin’ sure. Look. How about I let Dr. Carson work and then tonight… It’s just going to be you and me.”

“Really?” you grin excitedly.

“Only if you’re sure, doll.”

“I’m fuckin’ sure.”

Negan smirks, “You want this dick, don’t you?”

You squeeze your legs absently, thankful that you were lying down on the bed. “You’re lucky that I’m in slight pain right now.”

“Yeah? Or what?”

“Or I would have made you fuck me right here.”

“With Dr. Carson waiting outside?” Negan asks.

“I’d make you fuck me with or without an audience, just as long as it happens,” you wink.

“I knew I’d fuckin’ like you the minute I laid my eyes on you.”

“Even if I walk with difficulty?”

“Like you said, doll, this condition doesn’t define you. Besides, condition or no condition, I’d still fuck you. You’re hot.”

You laugh quietly, shaking your head slightly. “Yeah, yeah. Now get outta here and do some work, will ya?”

“I’ll be home in time for dinner, my dear,” he smiles, leaning down to peck your lips lightly.

“I’ll make sure I have dinner waiting on the table for you, honey.”

Negan chuckles, shaking his head before he picks Lucille up from the ground. He walks to the door and opens it, allowing Dr. Carson to step inside.

“Do your thing, doc. Just make sure your hands don’t touch what’s mine,” he threatens playfully.

“I – I won’t, sir.”

“Negan, stop harassing the man. Let him do his job.” you say, reaching over to gently pat Dr. Carson’s hand reassuringly.

Negan grins wickedly, “Tomorrow, same time, Carson?”

“Of course, Negan.”

Once Negan leaves, you turn to Dr. Carson who breathes a sigh of relief.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, you know…”

“Easy for you to say. You’re his wife,” he replies.

“True, but just as long as I’m here, he won’t hurt you. You have my word,” you smile.

Dr. Carson shares the smile, gently massaging at your tense muscles. For a moment, you wince at the sudden pressure before he urges you to relax and to focus on your breathing.

Later that night, you lie down on Negan’s bed wearing a black, lacy diaphanous nightgown with nothing underneath. You wanted to make sure that Negan knew exactly what he was missing for the past five months.

He walks inside, setting Lucille down carefully before his eyes finally settle onto you. You bite your lower lip in anticipation, urging your body to relax.

“Well, fuck me, doll.”

“I’ve been trying to for the past five months,” you respond quickly.

Negan smirks, removing his leather glove and his leather jacket. He walks to the foot of the bed and kicks off his shoes, slowly crawling above you. His hands trace the fabric of the nightgown, lifting it slightly upwards to reveal the lack of panties.

“And you shaved for me? Shit,” he smirks.

“Oh, no. I’m always like this. I usually don’t wear panties or bras because it becomes a hassle to remove and put on. Less clothes the better,” you wink.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise…” Negan says, leaning down to kiss along your exposed neck down to your collarbone.

You shake your head, gently cupping his cheeks and lifting him so that you two were at eye level. “I want it rough, Negan. Rough…”

“But –”

“Nope. I can handle it. And if I can’t, we’ll have a safe word.”

“A safe word?” he asks.

“Yes. How about… Watermelon?”

“Why watermelon?”

“It’s one of my favorite fruits and it’s not something you would say during sex.”

Negan smirks, “I beg to differ, but okay.”

“Great. Now get down here and fuckin’ kiss me already.”

Negan chuckles, pressing his lips against your own as he settles himself between your legs, gently pushing them apart. You wince slightly at the pain but the pleasure overtakes it, drowning it out with the need for him to be inside of you.

You gasp against Negan’s lips once you feel his fingertips trace your fold. By gasping, you allow Negan to slide his tongue past your lips, beginning an endless tango with your own. He groans against you, slowly sliding two fingers into your depths and grunting at the feel of your slickness already coating his digits.

Negan pulls back, looking down at you to see that your eyes had fallen shut and your mouth remains slightly agape as a quiet moan escapes your lips. He uses his free hand to remove your nightgown, gently lifting it above your head as he massages every inch of your body slowly.

You feel the pain slowly disappear with the aid of his massage and his talented fingers. He kisses down your abdomen, occasionally nipping at the skin before his face hovers near your core.

“Mm, you are soaking wet for me, aren’t you, doll?”

“Thank you for the observation, Captain Obvious,” you respond.

Negan narrows his eyes. Instead of responding, he leans forwards and latches his lips to your clit in a rough manner. He begins sucking roughly, flicking his tongue repeatedly before the movements of his fingers move rapidly within your depths.

You feel your body finally relax against the mattress at the pleasure that was running through your body. His scruff feels amazing between your thighs, and his mouth and fingers were just as pleasurable. Negan knew exactly how to pleasure a woman.

Suddenly, you grasp the bedsheets tightly and moan his name out loud as your walls tighten around his fingers. Negan laps at your juices, smirking against your core before he pulls back.

You notice your arousal glistening along his chin before he wipes it away with the back of his hand. Your eyes drop to his pants, noticing the large bulge before you reach down to gently palm his growing erection. Feeling his girth against your hand immediately makes you wet again and when you try to close your legs, Negan simply shakes his head.

“Nope. I am not fuckin’ done with you yet, doll.”

Negan climbs off the bed and pushes his pants down. When you see his erection bob against his boxers to stand upright, you gasp. Maybe asking for him to be rough wasn’t necessarily a good thing because now you were aware of how well-endowed he was.

“How do you usually do this, doll?” Negan asks, settling himself back onto the bed once he was naked. Your eyes rake over his form, reaching up to run your fingers through the curls of his chest hair and down to the planes of his abdomen.

“This is fine, Negan. I’m fine.”

He leans down and pecks your lips. “I want to look into your eyes when I finally put my dick in you.”

You nod, staring directly into his eyes like he asked. He runs the tip of his member along your slickening length, gathering up your juices to lubricate his manhood. Slowly, he pushes against your tight entrance, staring into your eyes.

“I better not see a flutter of those fuckin’ eyelids either, doll.”

“O – Okay… Just fuck me, Negan.”

You gasp when you feel his tip enter you before he pulls back, continuing his teasing. You look down to see that he was holding the base of his member, running the head of his dick against you as he applies a bit of pressure against your clit.

“Do I get a fuckin’ please with that? I thought you had manners.”

“Damnit, Negan! Please!” you beg.

He grins, “Now that’s more like it.”

Slowly, Negan pushes into you. He wanted you to adjust to his girth before he would begin his rough assault on you. You instantly move a hand to his shoulder, digging your fingernails into his skin as you moan his name quietly.

“Negan…” you moan.

“You are fuckin’ tight, my god!”

Suddenly, Negan begins slamming into you repeatedly. The sound of his skin slapping against your own causes you to shut your eyes and focus on the way his body moves expertly with your own. His hands grasp your hips, but he reminds himself that while you did want it rough, he wasn’t going to get too rough to the point that he would hurt you.

“Negan… Oh god…” you toss your head back and hear him grunt at the slight sting of pain your fingernails were causing. If Negan could mark you, then you could mark him; he didn’t seem to mind either.

Negan continues slamming into you, watching as his large member appears and reappears within your depths. Your juices slicken his member, and he leans down to gently place light kisses along your neck.

Slowly, he pulls out and lies onto his back. Negan gently places you to straddle him, bringing your hands to rest on the bed just near his head. He lifts your hips slightly, using his free hand to hold his member upright to align at your entrance.

Immediately, you shake your head. “Negan… I’ve never done this before… I don’t know if –”

“I want you to fuckin’ ride me. I know you’re capable, doll.”

“I’ve never done it and I don’t think I have the balance for it, and –”

“No more fuckin’ excuses. As long as you have me, I’ll be your balance, baby. When you’re with me, nothing will ever happen to you. That’s a fuckin’ promise.”

You nod slowly. You didn’t know how lucky you were to have found Negan, but in this moment, you were grateful. He didn’t look at you like you were some pitiful human being. Negan treated you like he treated everyone else and that was all you ever wanted. You never wanted to be treated differently simply because of your condition.

“Okay…” you agree.

Negan smiles, slowly lowering your hips as you feel his member slide within your depths once more.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos.

You gasp once you lower yourself down to the hilt. In this position alone, you feel every inch of his girth throbbing within your walls; it feels amazing.

Slowly, Negan holds onto your hips to balance you against him. He brings you down to allow your upper half to rest against him. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, kissing along his neck as his hips begin to slam upwards, hitting your inner walls with each thrust.

You begin to feel your walls slowly contract around his member. You knew that you were getting close and with this newfound position, you were sure that you were going to reach it sooner than you hoped.

Negan must have known what was coming because his hips come off the bed repeatedly, his skin slapping against yours.

“Negan… Oh god, I’m going to c –”

“Come for me, doll… Fuckin’ let go,” he urges.

Suddenly, you collapse down onto him as your body shakes slightly. Your walls tighten around his dick in a vice-like manner which causes him to continue his rapid thrusts. After a few more movements of his hips, he slams upwards and releases into you.

You pant heavily against his chest, placing light kisses along his glistening skin. When Negan pulls out of you, you whimper quietly and slowly roll off of him to lie beside him. He gathers you into his arms and kisses the crown of your head, making sure that you weren’t in any pain.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You smile, looking up at him. “I’m great.”

“Was it worth the wait?”

“Eh,” you tease.

“Mm, don’t test me, doll. I can get hard pretty fuckin’ quick, and I plan on having a couple more rounds once we get a few hours of rest.”

When you look up at Negan, you notice that he isn’t looking at you like you were fragile. He wasn’t looking at you like you had a condition that separated you from everyone else.

Instead, he was looking at you with such admiration in his beautiful brown orbs. There was something within the depths of his eyes that you couldn’t place, but either way, when Negan was looking at you, you felt special.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothin’.”

“You’re staring at me like you’ve got something to say, doll. So, come on out with it.”

“Just – You don’t look at me like I’m some weird freak.”

“You know what weird freaks are?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“They’re special,” Negan says.

“Okay, and?”

“And you, doll, are fuckin’ special…”

“So, I’m a weird freak?”

“No, god. You like to find the fuckin’ negativity in everything, don’t you?”

You shrug, “Kinda what I’m used to.”

Negan sighs.

“Well, doll, you’re special. To me. Cerebral palsy won’t ever stop me from having you and if anything is true, I’m a man who gets what I fuckin’ want.”

You smile, leaning up gently to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you, Negan.”

He grins.

“I know a beautiful woman when I see one, doll.”

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