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[stunt-lads]

Butcher breeding negan?

CW: omegaverse

Negan hates being in heat. He hates it more than anything. It's mostly due to the way he's all sweaty all the time, tacky and clammy, his skin is always nearly sticky with sweat.

And fuck, being horny as hell is definitely not helpful. But the absolute biggest nuisance is the alpha he always finds himself back in bed with.

An insufferable bastard of a man who can't keep his mouth shut.

It makes sense in hindsight, really. Who better to scratch that itch than someone who is alarmingly similar to himself?

"Fuck!" Negan yelps, grabbing desperately behind himself, reaching for the back of Butcher's neck. They're laying on their side, neither really wanting to move and fuck "properly" after a few rounds. But he still hits Negan's sweet spot so easily he can't help but shake in the alpha's grasp.

"Tha's it, love, found it again, di'n't I?" His voice rumbles against the back of Negan's neck, and he can't stop the pathetic sound that escapes him as Butcher grabs his thigh tighter; setting a more brutal pace.

"Shut the fuck up." He wishes he didn't sound so fucking breathless when he says it.

"Big words from someone gettin' 'is pussy pounded." The fucker laughs at him and Negan wants so badly to growl at him, say something sarcastic and biting and—and—

He moans softly, tipping his head back, baring his throat, and Butcher absolutely calls him on it. The fucking bastard.

"Wha'? No snarky comeback? All the blood rushin' to that cunny of yours?"

It's a bit comforting to know that he's not the only one falling apart. He can hear the way his voice is hoarse, but he's so composed still, and Negan fucking hates it.

His fingers tangle in Butcher's hair as he twists uncomfortably to try and kiss at him, yanking and pulling until they do connect. Open mouthed and messy, panting against each other more than kissing.

"Fuckin' shut up and breed me, asshole." Negan pants, eyes half closed, and he can feel—

A choked moan escapes him, his body aching and pulsing, clenching around Butcher's cock, eagerly waiting for the knot that he can feel swelling and catching already.

"Butcher, fuck, please, I need—"

"I gotcha." He soothes gently, and Negan can't keep back the broken keening sound as his knot pops into his body. He can feel his own neglected dick twitching as he comes, the stretch of the knot as his body tightens around it pushes him over the edge, and he pants heavily. His fingers still tangled in Butcher's hair, his neck still twisted uncomfortably.

"If y'let go I c—"

"Christ don't you ever shut the fuck up?" Negan bites, loathe to let go but untangling his fingers anyway. He winces a little as his neck pops when he turns back forward.

The bastard just laughs at him.

"Fiesty little omega." He purrs, and Negan seethes at the way his body betrays what the words do to him.

"Oh, y'like tha' don'tcha." It's not a question.

"Shut up, how long are we fucking tied?"

"'S the same answer it was before, love, a good ten minutes at least."

"Fucking keep your yap shut then. Let me sleep."

Butcher snorts at him, a huff of warm air against the back of his neck. His touch is gentle when he eases Negan's leg down from the uncomfortable bend it had been in.

An easy silence settles over them, Negan can feel Butcher's cock pulsing inside him on occasion and the setting feels...domestic in a way, soft and sweet.

"Betcha look great swollen with pups."

And just like that, the moment is gone. Negan will forever deny that that's the whole goal here. He's absolutely not looking to get knocked up. This is just nature running it's course and he needs help. That's it.

Which is why he isn't sure why he says what he says next.

"Yeah, well, we won't know unless you can knock me the fuck up."

Negan can feel the way Butcher grins against the back of his neck and shivers.

"'S a good thing I can keep goin' then, innit?"