I miss ambreigns and I like mpreg , (sorry about that but not really) and and i just want to read about dean being pregnant and calling roman at work so he can rub his belly .

Just something cute but I wont object if there is smut !

A/B/O dynamics or anything really

So yeah

I would give my heart if somebody fill this

This prompt on the wrestling kinkmeme seemed tailor made for the CWR verse! Set at an unspecified future date :)


"No Roman...there's nothing wrong. No. Tommy's fine...I told you, the babies are fine. I'm fine. I'm the size of a small planet and they're being restless, but aside from that, all good. I'm just booooooored...when are you going to be home?"

Dean knew that he was being whiny but he was past the point of caring. He felt huge and uncomfortable and wanted...needed his alpha to come fuss over him. After all twins ran on Roman's side of the family, not his. His current whale-like state was all his mate's fault.

He'd had a far easier time when he was at the same stage expecting Tommy, but with a toddler running round, and two on board he was feeling the strain. Which is why this afternoon was being spent resting up on the big comfy sofa in the family room, in the blanket nest he and Tommy had built after Grandma Amy had called around for lunch and to collect the dog for his grooming appointment.

"Come home Ro...Bean and Peanut miss their Daddy…"

"Dadda!"

Tommy's ears pricked up and he looked round from his pile of puzzles on the floor.

"...you hear that, Alpha? Tommy misses you too...and you know I do. I need your magic hands...what's that? You're leaving now? Hurry home, babe...love you."

Dean set his phone down beside him and glanced over at Tommy who was still looking up from his pile of toys.

"Dadda?"

"Daddy's on his way home, sweetpea."

A particularly strong kick had him wincing, causing Tommy's little face to scrunch up in worry.

"Owie Papa?"

"Just the babies dancing, little man."

He rubbed his hand over his bump, and watched smiling as Tommy pushed himself up on to his feet and with a very determined look on his face toddled over to the sofa.

"Papa! Up up!"

Dean leaned over from his pile of cushions and blankets, scooping his son from the floor. The toddler shuffled across the couch cushion on his knees until he was pressed up against his papa's side, little hands looking even more little against the vastness of his belly.

"There, there."

He pressed a tiny kiss to the bump.

"Aw better. Good babas. Be good for Papa."

The soft pats of his hands did little to ease Dean's discomfort, but the gentleness of the little boy's gesture flooded him with warmth. His fears that Tommy wouldn't adjust well to being a big brother just melted away at moments like this. He felt around for his phone to snap a quick photo of the sweet moment and sent it to his mom.

Tommy rested his head against his papa's chest, tiny hands patting the bump as he babbled away, telling the babies a story that Dean was just able to make out as Chicken Little, the boy's current favourite tale. He rubbed his hand over the toddler's back, revelling in the cosiness and tranquility of this moment as the little one's voice grew quieter and he slipped into a snuggly doze.

They were still cuddled together in the nest like that when Roman appeared in the doorway, a massive grin spreading over his face at the domesticity of the scene in front of him, massively pregnant mate and son curled up together. He crossed the room on silent feet, and pressing a quick kiss to Dean's lips, gathered up the drowsing little bundle that was his firstborn and carried him off to his bed to nap in comfort.

Coming back into the room, Roman shrugged off his jacket and kicked off his shoes, pulling off his tie and undoing his top buttons as he approached the nest. Carefully, he slipped in behind his mate, legs caging him on either side, his broad chest immediately taking Dean's weight as he slumped gratefully against him.

Bristled lips nuzzled Dean's neck as big warm hands crept around his sides to settle on his belly, the little ones starting to settle almost immediately at their Daddy's touch. Every sweeping motion of his hands was accompanied by a kiss to the sensitive spot where Dean's jaw and neck met.

"You look stunning, babe. So big and round and beautiful."

"I look like a hippo."

"Nonsense. You're gorgeous...glowing...I still have to pinch myself at how lucky I am. Perfect mate, wonderful son...I know that these two will be just as amazing."

"What if we lucked out with Tommy? These two might be little terrors."

"You're kidding, right? Your looks, my personality...we make good babies, Deano."

"Hmmmmm."

Dean relaxed further into Roman's chest as his alpha's hands travelled lower, cradling the underside of his bump. One slipped lower still, coming to rest lightly on his cock.

"You know, if Tommy's just gone down, we've probably got at least half an hour before he wakes up...I'll bet I can make you feel real good in half an hour, babe."

He nipped at Dean's ear with his teeth before slowly slipping out from behind his omega and carefully laying him out on the couch. Slowly he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his mate's pants, grasping the boxers he wore too and peeling both down Dean's long legs, raining kisses on every new inch of skin that was uncovered.

Dean dug his hands into the mound of blankets that formed his nest, holding back a groan as Roman settled between his bare legs, laying a fresh trail of kisses, beard tickling as he made his way back towards the omega's stiffening cock. Unable to see past the swell of his belly, Dean stretched out a hand, fingers twining with Roman when he grasped it, squeezing tightly when he swallowed his cock in one smooth motion.

Mindful of Tommy sleeping upstairs, Dean fought to keep quiet, his moans stifled by a cushion as Roman worked his magic, tongue swirling and teasing at his cock, mouth hot and wet. Dean felt his hole growing wet with slick at his mate's ministrations, gasping as Roman easily slipped two fingers into his soaked channel, stroking his sweet spot with a practised touch.

Once Roman's fingers were inside him, Dean's orgasm came quickly, hips bucking as best they could, his release spilling down his mate's willing throat. Roman swallowed it all down, lapping gently at Dean's softening cock, sucking him clean before turning his attention to the slick glistening at the meeting of his thighs.

"Mmmm Romie...so glad you came home…you want me to..."

Dean's voice was sated and heavy, drowsiness apparent as he allowed Roman to dress him again, curling up in his nest as best he could with his bump in the way.

Roman wrapped himself around his mate, breathing in their joined scent.

"No babe...this is all about you today. You deserve all the fuss."

He closed his eyes, drowsing for a little while, waking what seemed like moments later when he heard the familiar yell.

"Papa! Dadda! I wake!"