The Peace Offering
Requested by @negans-dirty-girl : A steamy threesome with Negan and Rick :)
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of Glenn and Abe’s deaths, and obviously smut smut smut
The Peace Offering
An anxious sigh escapes through my lips as the truck comes to a stop at Alexandria’s front gates. They roll open with a nervous jitter, almost too quick in attempts to keep Negan happy. I blankly stare through the windshield as the truck enters my old home, nostalgic thoughts and memories floating up to the surface of my mind.
Quickly, my thoughts are shut out at the sound of Negan stepping out of the driver’s seat and slamming the door behind him with a chuckle. I hop out, emotionless, slipping my gun out of its holster on my belt, cocking it carelessly.
“Hot diggity dog… this place is incredible!” Negan exclaims, a permeant smirk on his face as he turns to face me behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me how fuckin’ great this place is?”
I can only shoot a deathglare in return, knowing too well that if I say something, somebody’s gonna die. Normally, Negan and I can get along, but I can’t stand when he uses me against my old group, the only family I’ve gotten to know in this apocalypse.
Alexandria used to be my home, until Negan and his Saviors got us all in the lineup, murdering Glenn and Abraham and taking Daryl and me as hostages. Daryl was locked up and continuously tortured, and Negan made me work for points after refusing to be his wife. Negan mentally tortured and nearly killed me by abusing Daryl, always making sure I’d catch a glimpse at my close friend being beat/abused/yelled at/spit on/you name it. At that point, I couldn’t take it anymore. I offered Negan a deal: I’d become his wife only if he’d let Daryl go, and he cautiously accepted. Now, Daryl’s safe back here in Alexandria, and now I’m Negan’s weapon of choice. I normally don’t go on these pickups with Negan and the rest of his normal pickup crew, I was only brought to be used against my old group. My old family. Now I’m forced to play house with a new so-called family at the hands of my very own husband himself, Negan.
“Ah, where’s my best bud Rick?” Negan voices, scanning the faces that appear before him.
“He’s out. On a run,” Michonne states blatantly, never taking her eyes of Negan who roams closer to her while clicking his tongue in a disapproving type of way.
“Mm, not something I wanted to hear,” he says, gravelly, bringing Lucille into view. Suddenly, he stops, looking at Lucille and laughing to himself. “Wait a fucking second, what am I doing? Y/N, come here.”
Hesitantly, I oblige, coming up behind Negan to face Michonne. Negan grabs the end of my gun, raising it in my hands to point straight at Michonne’s face. My heart starts to pound, the fear of Negan’s unpredictability running hot through my veins.
“Stop!” a voice shouts, all of us turning to find it belonging to Rick.
The last person I wanted to see today was Rick, though I knew it was nearly unavoidable. Before I was taken into the Saviors group, Rick and I had a thing. A thing that involved a lot of secret glances and intentional “accidental” touches, though no actual acting of the attraction between each other.
Negan can’t help but chuckle, eyes locked on Rick. “Don’t be fucking rude, Rick. Interrupting my wife like that! Ah, Rick… what are we going to do with you?”
Rick hesitantly moves closer towards us, his arm extended in direction of Negan, signaling he isn’t going to try anything.
“Please, just don’t hurt anyon–” Rick begins, but is interrupted by the bellowing cackle of Negan.
“No one’s getting hurt today, Rick,” Negan smirks. “Today, I’m here with a peace offering.”
A silence rushes over everyone as Negan approaches Rick. Negan takes him by the back of his collar, slightly dragging him in the direction of Rick’s house. Rick stumbles alongside him, his jaw clenched in anger of being humiliated like this by Negan.
“Y/N, lets go,” Negan hollers back to me, that wide grin still glued to his face.
Reluctantly, I follow, not having any idea what could be in store for me. I follow them up the front porch steps and into Rick’s house. Possibilities rush through my head of what could go down as we trot upstairs, none of them looking good for either of us.
Negan kicks open the door of his bedroom and throws Rick onto the bed. “You and your group… you’ve been cooperating quite nicely. I think it’s about time I reward you for keeping up your end of our deal extremely well,” Negan turns to me, pausing as he studied my confused face. “Why don’t you go wrap those pretty lips of yours around his cock.”
His words stun me, leaving me frozen in my place. My jaw drops slightly as his words settle in my head, and Rick nervously shifts up to rest on his elbows, not sure if Negan is serious or just testing him.
“Aw, don’t get shy now, Y/N. Go show him some appreciation for being such a good boy,” Negan says from right behind me, whispering the last part huskily into my ear as he lightly grazes his crotch against my ass.
I gasp, my thumb quickly raising up to my mouth to play with my bottom lip nervously. A nudge from Negan releases me from my frozen spot near the door, sending me out of my safe-zone to the edge of the bed and in-between Rick’s knees that hang off the end of the bed.
Rick maintains eye-contact with me as my hands trail up to grip onto his clothed thighs. His eyes are now clouded over, the lust he kept hidden for so long finally rising to the surface. My heart races with uncertainty, totally not expecting my long-lost, built-up lust I had for Rick to be exposed and currently offering me an opportunity. It absolutely scares the hell out of me, but I send it a wink in response.
I send my hand directly to his crotch, palming him through his jeans teasingly. Rick, surprised at my sudden confidence and control, is still unsure whether he can enjoy this or not.
I hear Negan’s footsteps waltz over to us, leaning down to Rick’s ear and whispering, “Enjoy this while you can, Rick. I don’t share often.”
Rick’s eyes never left my hand palming his crotch yet he still jolted when I already had him unzipped with my mouth around his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his head as I work on him, while Negan watches me with a smirk on his lips. I release him from my mouth to tease him, licking slow strokes just to watch him squirm under my touch. Rick instinctively reaches to grab my hair, but stops himself short, not sure if Negan would allow it.
“Oh don’t go easy on her, Rick,” Negan tangles his hand in my hair at the base of my neck, and guides my mouth hard back onto his dick and holds me there, his length hitting the back of my throat. “She fucking loves this shit.”
A labored moan rumbles through my body, my wetness soaking my thighs already just at the realization of Rick’s full length down my throat. Rick grunts breathlessly, his hand overlapping Negan’s on the back my head, beginning to thrust desperately into my mouth in need of any type of movement to end the teasing.
“Fuck, I hope you don’t mind if I cut in,” Negan proposed, unbuckling his belt and taking out his already-hard dick.
My eyes widen as Negan turns me slightly, slamming his own dick inside my mouth right alongside Rick’s. A high-pitched grunt forces it’s way past both cocks in my mouth as I suck them both off at the same time. I can’t help but gag involuntarily at the two massive lengths fucking my throat, both hitting the back of it at the exact time and speed as one another. Rick’s head falls back at the immense pleasure, and Negan can’t stop himself from cackling at his brilliant idea.
“She’s got quite the mouth on her, doesn’t she?” Negan chuckles over Rick’s loud groans, patting him good-naturedly on the back.
Rick suddenly jolts up, indicating his climax is near. Negan notices this too and quickly pulls me off of them both, prolonging Rick’s desperate desire to climax. Rick’s head falls back again, irritated at the declined orgasm.
I take the opportunity to strip down to just my bra and thong, seductively stripping each article off, fully aware of Rick’s lustful eyes viewing my near-bare body for the first time. Rick kicks his pants off quickly, beginning to unbutton his shirt. Before Negan can tell me what to do next, I take charge. I climb up on the bed to hover over Rick, taking his dick in my right hand and pumping furiously. I lean down to bite playfully at his outstretched neck, my ass pushed straight up in the air, smirking into his skin at the amount of control I have over him.
“That’s my fucking girl,” Negan growls playfully from behind me. I feel him step closer, when he suddenly smacks my ass, an echoing slap bouncing off the walls.
I growl into Rick’s neck, wetness continuing to drip down my inner thighs, eager to be touched after receiving nothing so far. Negan places his hands on my hips, gripping tightly as he teased my entrance by sticking only the head in, staying still with an expected smirk on his face. I desperately buck my hips backward, my ass hitting his abdomen, earning myself his full length inside of me until he quickly yanks himself out.
“Tsk, tsk,” Negan scolds as I let out an annoyed cry at the loss of him inside me. “Don’t get greedy, dear wife, or you’ll have to be punished.”
I roll my eyes and focus on Rick again, changing my fast, vigor pumps into antagonizingly slow strokes, my thumb skimming over the head every time I eventually made it to the top of his shaft.
“Ugh, fuck…” Rick softly groans, bucking his hips slow and smooth along with my rhythm.
Taking advantage of his eyes being closed, I slowly drop myself onto his cock, surprising him as I slide all the way down until my clit hits his skin.
I let out a strangled groan, finally getting what I’ve been craving. I start bouncing lightly, my hands holding myself up on his laid-back shoulders. Negan returns directly behind me, yanking me back against his chest as his hand trails down to vigorously rub circles on my clit. I scream out with a shock, the pleasure immensely growing. My head falls back lazily onto Negan’s shoulder, beginning to bounce harder and harder on Rick’s cock until he can barely keep himself together.
Rick’s a mess of pleasured moans and grunts below me while Negan cockily encourages me on, whispering the dirtiest things into my ear. I assume he’s letting me let Rick finally hit his climax, so I go harder, raking his chest with my nails in overwhelming pleasure. I feel my walls twitching, signaling them about to clench. I can’t contain my groans until suddenly Negan pushes me off Rick, earning a shocked yelp from me. My orgasm overtakes me anyway, apparently against Negan’s wishes. I rub my clit myself as I lay flat on the bed beside Rick, trying desperately to continue the intensity of the climax.
Negan aggressively haults my hand, looming over me. “Did I say you could finish, babygirl?”
He slaps my pussy hard, earning a whine from me. “I guess we’ll have to get you all worked up again,” he pauses for dramatic effect. “Go sit on his face.”
Exhausted from the climax, I sit up and look at Rick, who still hasn’t gotten his orgasm yet. I straddle his face, and he gladly slaps a rough grip onto my thighs and goes to town. Instantly I scream out, my clit still extremely sensitive. My body instinctively lifts myself away from his mouth, not able to handle the overwhelming sensitivity.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Negan warns, getting on the bed to sit facing me, right behind Rick’s head.
Negan forces me back down onto Rick’s face, holding my thighs down so I don’t try to flee again. I cry out again at the oversensitivity, the pleasure so fucking good that it’s literally painful. My body flinches and contorts at every swipe at my clit, not being able to control myself.
Rick gets gentler, though, giving me slow kitten licks to work me back up again. And I mean, it wasn’t going to be that hard to get me going, especially just looking down at the sight of Rick’s lust-filled, concentrated face between my thighs.
My body keels forward involuntarily into Negan’s chest at the pleasure, panting heavily as Rick slowly begins to draw figure-eights on my clit with his tongue. Negan straightens me back up, going in for my neck and giving it passionate love bites to egg me on.
Without warning, Rick shoots his tongue inside me, making me gasp and arch my back. I buck my hips along with his rhythm, riding his face hard. Rick suddenly stops, only to push me down his body so I can get back on his cock. His member is literally throbbing, desperate for release after the terribly huge amount of teasing we put him through.
Gladly, I slam myself down on his length, earning a satisfied grunt from him. Before I can even start moving, he’s already thrusting hard, sending me flying forward to stabilize myself by clutching onto his biceps. Moans endlessly slip past my lips, along with some curses, my eyes closing in pure ecstasy with my jaw dropped slightly open.
“I hope you don’t mind if I take my turn now,” Negan chuckles, sliding off the bed and returning to the end of the bed, behind me.
Rick grunts desperately. “I-I can’t stop ri-right now,”
Negan, about to say something, pauses, and I can just see the amusement across his features without even having to turn and look. “Well, I don’t think I wanna wait any longer.”
And with that, Negan roughly flips me to face him. He flattens me down against Rick, my back flat against his chest, his dick still inside me. Negan lifts my knees up, using them to grip onto as he fits his own dick inside me along with Rick’s, stretches me to the complete max.
I throw my head back onto Rick’s chest hard, the pain aching for a hot minute until I get used to the sensation. Rick reaches up and over my body to rub passionately at my clit, getting me to squeal instantly. Their paces collide, their rhythms finding their way to match one another’s that the amount of pleasure is something I’ve never experienced before. The same speed and rhythm hitting the exact right spot at the same exact time, over and over and over again until I have tears streaming down my face from the highest form of ecstasy I’ve ever been built up to endure.
Negan’s a sweaty mess above me, doing the best fucking job at giving me endless pleasure. He leans down to me slightly, taking my jaw in his right hand.
“What a fucking trooper, baby. I didn’t know you had it in you. Taking both cocks like a champ, goddamn!” he divulged, grinning at my uncontrollable moans. “You bet your fucking ass I’m rewarding you when we get back.”
Suddenly their paces change, both getting faster and harder but now off-time, their cocks slamming into me at a faster pace one man could never do alone, sending me over the edge like never before. I scream out, clutching onto Rick below me with one hand and onto Negan with the other.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I grunt, my walls clenching uncontrollably.
Both Rick and Negan let out groans of pure bliss at the same time, the sensation of my tight walls enclosing both their lengths so hard and unexpectedly, sending them into shaking climaxes. We ride out our highs, still fucking but slowing down with each passing second, our moans and groans slowly dying down. I open my eyes, finding Negan resting lightly on my knees above me while Rick is sprawled out underneath me, making me rise up and down as his chest heaves deeply in attempt to catch his breath.
“Well, Rick, I hope this is a good motivator to keep up the fuckin’ good work you’ve been doin’ around here,” Negan says, also still catching up to his breath. “Because this shit right here is too good for you to go fuck it up.”
Negan looks to me, still sprawled out on top of Rick, overwhelmed at the whole situation. “Goddamn, I really should bring you on these trips more often.”