Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

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Make Me

Writing Prompt #3 “Make Me” requested by another lovely anon. Hope you like it hun :) 

Contains: language, teasing, slight noncon 

You bit your lip hard, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. You and the other Saviors had just returned from Alexandria, trucks just full of goodies. Once everything was unloaded and sorted, Negan “requested” that you accompany him to help with the inventory. Of course he did.

Letting out a sigh, you follow him to the storage unit, heart frantically beating with anticipation. For over a month now, The Savior leader had tried to persuade you to join his little menagerie of wives. And while he made an incredibly tempting offer, you just couldn’t set aside your pride to accept his proposal. You worked your ass off to get the high position you were in now. Ranking just under Simon and Arat, you answered to no one but Negan. You had respect among the Saviors and had all the tools and skills necessary to survive in this shitty world. Why HELL would you throw that away just to sit around and do nothing except occasionally get a piece of Negan?

It wasn’t as though you hadn’t thought about that particular perk before. Several times in fact. The couple of men, you HAD decided to fuck while you were at the Sanctuary got the job done sure, but they didn’t hold a candle to what you imagined fucking Negan would be like. Then again fantasy was always better than reality, right?

Finally arriving to our destination, Negan opens the door and gestures you inside with a knowing smirk. You walk past him, giving him a hardened stare and letting him know you were onto him. You hear the door close behind you and the room suddenly feels entirely too small. Besides a few “accidental” brush pasts, Negan hadn’t been very physical with you. But the man could certainly paint a very…sensual picture with words. Truthfully, it was getting harder and harder to reject him.

Not waiting for a command, you made your way towards the back of the unit, allowing your gaze to slide along the shelves. Silently counting to yourself, you had hoped that Negan would busy himself on the other side of the room. No such luck. You hear his slow calculated footsteps walking toward you and you make a conscious decision to ignore him completely. Don’t let him rattle you.

You hear him stop just behind you, standing so close you could feel his body heat radiating against you. It was very difficult to resist tensing up when you felt his warm breath hit your ear, his lips mere millimeters away.

“Have you thought about my little proposal?” Negan asked huskily. You shake your head, trying in vain to concentrate on the task at hand. You had already counted the items on the same shelf three times now.

“Nope. Can’t say that I have.”

Negan chuckled, lightly trailing his hands down your sides. The sensations caused goosebumps to erupt over your skin. Thank god your clothes were hiding this little fact. “Is that so? And what if I say, I think you’re a fucking liar?”

You shrug nonchalantly even though you felt anything but. You were determined to stand your ground. You wanted Negan, sure, but you weren’t prepared to lose everything just for his dick. “You can think whatever you want Negan, it doesn’t make it true.”

“You know what I think?” Negan asks rhetorically, his hands moving down to grip your hips and pulling you back flush against him. He shifts his lips to brush against your ear and you bite your trembling lip hard. “I think you like to imagine what it would be like to have this dick buried deep inside you. I think you do this, while your fingers work between your thighs, making you cum so hard, you see the goddamn heavens. Then you drift off to sleep, knowing as good as that fucking was, it’s nothing compared to the real thing.”

You gasp softly at the lewd yet astonishingly accurate observation, feeling your cheeks burning with both abashment and desire. 

Shaking your head you reply, “That ego of yours is getting out of hand, Negan.” With that you jerk out of his grip and spin around, finally facing him. Big mistake as seeing his handsome, arrogant face, did nothing to curb the warmth curling in your stomach.

Negan smirked down at you, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. He tilted his head, regarding you wryly, “Maybe so but I’ll tell you what I’m really fucking good at…other than the obvious…” he says with a suggestive wink.

You cross your arms in front of you, raising a brow, waiting for him to finish. Smug smirk never leaving his face, Negan leans down. “I’m really fucking good at reading people. You can try to deny it, but I know the truth. You fucking want me.”

You glare up at him, hands digging into your arms in frustration. Both at his arrogance, your arousal, and shame from the latter. Shaking your head, expression one of incredulous annoyance. “You’re unbelievable. If this is all you brought me down here for, I think this conversation is over.”

 Turning away from him, you begin walking towards the door. I can’t fucking believe him. Why can’t he just take a hint? Even if I admit it, what the fuck happens then?

Twisting the knob, you begin to open the door, when a hand reaches over you, effectively slamming the door shut. Startled, and ripped from your thoughts  you turn quickly to see Negan looming over you, his face both dangerously calm and voracious.  You’re unable to stop your racing heart and your eyes widen in fear. You try to find the words to tell him to fuck off, but they get stuck in your throat. All you can do is allow shallow breaths to escape your parted lips, both dreading and curious for his next move.

Hooded hazel eyes never leaving yours, Negan leaned down slightly, his weight still being supported on the arm above you. You back up, only to feel the cold metal door press against your back. He continues to shift forward until his lips are an inch away from your temple.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he commands gutturally. You remain silent, refusing to answer. You weren’t sure exactly what kept you from responding, but you had a few guesses. Negan made a small noise that sounded like a scoff. His lips curled in a sinful smile as he brings his other hand up to lightly touch your chin, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

“Tell me you don’t fucking want this,” he whispers darkly, the hand at your chin beginning to slide down your neck. You begin to tremble both with fear and arousal. The combination was intoxicating. Still, you refuse to answer, eyes meeting him in a determined gaze. It seems both of you were testing the limits.

Negan’s tongue traces deliberately over his lips as his hand reaches the top of your shirt. You’re certain his fingertips can feel your erratic heartbeat. Teasingly, his hand slowly dips into your shirt and strokes the top of your breast. You take in a sharp intake of breath at the pleasant sensation , which doesn’t go unnoticed by Negan. He chuckles, fingertips extending further to brush over your pebbled nipple. You bite your lip hard, trying to ignore the violent throbbing between your legs.

“N-Negan…stop,” You said breathlessly, in an unconvincing voice. Negan’s mouth widened in a predatory smile, hazel eyes brewing with unbridled lust. Fingers tracing sluggish circles around your areola.

“Make me. Say it like you fucking mean it and I’ll stop.”

“Please..I just…you’re my boss. I’ve worked too hard…to-” you start to say, but trail off when Negan leans in even closer, hand leaving your shirt to tip your head back.

“And? So fucking what if I’m your boss? I’m everyone’s fucking boss here.”

Well he’s got a point there. But it’s not enough. You shake your head, licking your lips. “I have a position here. Respect. I’ll lose all of that if I start fucking you.”

Negan laughed, eyes crinkling at the sides with glee. “Says fucking who?”

You stand your ground. “I’m not gonna be one of your wives Negan. I like being a Savior. If we were going to fuck, I don’t want anything to change. I still want to keep my position. I still want to go on raids. I still want to be fucking useful.”

Negan lifts his head slightly, his brows raised as though he’s looking at you in a whole new light. It resembled the look he gave you when you beat Arat at target practice. Or when you found all those preserves in that hidden bomb shelter. He was impressed. It gave you a small sense of pride.

“Well sweetheart, you drive a hard fucking bargain but…” Negan leans in, brushing his lips against yours, practically making you melt. “I think we can work something out.”

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Jax Teller Imagine WARNING: Some cursing

Shiloh paitently waited for Jax to come in. She stared at the white walls, wondering if she should even be doing this. Shi began to sit up straight as she heard the buzzer to the door. Jax walked in, not looking at her once. The police officer step outside, closing door. Jax looked her in the eyes, his face emotionless.  Shiloh took a deep breath before saying everything she wanted to him.  "I came here thinking I could look you in the eyes… but I can’t.“ She stated.  Jax didn’t reply. The two of them sat in silence, Shiloh had prepared everything she was going to say. She was more than ready, that was until Jax came in.  "I know that your wife died… and it was hard for you. It was hard for all of us. But Jax that does not mean that justifies your actions. Going out there and accussing everyone for something so serious like that.” Shiloh told him, trying her hardest to not say anything that would get him into more trouble.  Jax sat back in his chair, placing his cuffed hands onto the cold table.  "It doesn’t justify the things you have been doing to my brother… Juice doesn’t mean any harm Jax and you know that.“  Jax scoffed, looking across the room he replied back to her.  "He betrayed the club. Everything I do to him is justifiable.”  Shiloh placed her head in hands. She tried to control her tears but it was no use in trying. She looked up at Jax, him not bothering to even acknowledge her.  "I can’t believe you right now! You were out to get him ever since her joined your fucking gang. What?! Step dad wasn’t showing you enough love, so you got jealous? Juice never did ANYTHING TO YOU JAX! BECAUSE OF YOU I HAVE  NO ONE ANYMORE! All Juan ever wanted was for you to accept him, and you couldn’t even at least respect him.“ Shiloh lashed out.  Jax looked down at his hands.  "I don’t know what my brother did to deserve any of this. Running away from the club. People he once considered his brothers… Hell he was scared when you all found out he was half black, now you have a death wish on him. Can you imagine how he’s feeling right now?”  Jax glared at her, “Juice’s feelings are not my problem anymore.”  "Right! THERE MINE!“ She snapped back.  "Why are you here?” He finally asked her.  She wipped a tear away, “Im here because every day I have to live with the fact that I might never get to see my brother again. He was the only family I had left and because of YOU I’m all alone. I came here to tell you how much I hate you. How I wish that someone gets revenge for all the stupid shit you’ve been doing. I came here because I knew that if I kept wallowing in my pain, I might just act on the thoughts i’ve been having. That is why I came here. And to no suprise you don’t give a shit. You think you are some God and no one can hurt you. Well guess what, you aint shit. And the moment you realize that i will be standing right there. ”  Jax didn’t know how to feel. He felt guilty for how he had made her feel. But he was loyal to his club, and there was no way he was going to give up that easy.  "All I wanted was for you to say i’m sorry. Thats it.“ She cried.  Jax looked away, he couldn’t look at her anymore.  Shiloh shooked her head, angry she got up from the steal chair. She looked at him one more time.  "Fuck you Jax.”  Shiloh threw her chair back at the table, slamming the door as she left. Jax leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. “Stop crying” he thought. “Stop crying..”

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