#ambreigns fucking

[romanreignsgf]

We aren't him

Hello, my loves! I am here with an Ambreigns x Plus Size! Reader! This has been on the docket for a while now and I am so glad I can finally get it out here! Real names are used!

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You were in your room, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to get home. You had been dating him for about three weeks and you really thought he was amazing until you heard your phone ding

"She really thinks 

She’s just a fuck toy

It's hilarious! She is way too fat and 

Perky for me"

You read the texts in shock, He was one of the people who really didn't care about looks. You called some of your dearest friends. Jon and Joe. Or as the world knows them, Roman Reigns and Jon Moxley. Once they heard what you said they immediately came to get you 

"We are on our way, wait outside"

You just silently nodded and put your vape and phone in your bra. And walked outside. Seeing your deadbeat boyfriend "Baby I am so sorry my friend was on m-" You stopped him "Chad, just stop. I'm leaving you" He growled "Well fine then. Youre fucking ugly an-" Then a large hand was placed on Chad's shoulder "I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you bud" You giggled and walked to the car. Letting Joe do whatever he wanted to the five foot six man. Jon walked you to the car, One arm wrapped around your shoulder. “Hey, Do you need anything else inside?” You thought for a moment “I don’t think so… anything important is in a storage unit..” You see Joe coming over to you and Jon. He is holding a blood soaked fist “Holy shit, Joe…” You took off your jacket, placing it on his bleeding fist

“Don’t worry about it"

You looked at him with worried eyes "Okay..." You got into the passenger seat of the car, Joe was driving and Jon was sitting in the back, As soon as the car started and you and the boys are out of the neighborhood, you break down. Tears bubbling in your eyes.

Growing up as the fat girl, you always found the shittiest men to be in your life. Joe must have heard your tears, as did Jon. They let you cry cause they knew there was nothing they could say to make you feel better at this moment.

When you three pulled up to Joe's house, the car was stopped. You opened the passenger door and hopped out. You waited at the door and waited for Joe to unlock the door. You caught a glimpse of Joe's eyes, he had something planned but you couldn't put your finger on it.

When you walked in you turn to Jon and Joe and rubbed your eyes, "I'm gonna go shower... Is that okay?" Jon chuckled "Baby, I would hold off on that" Baby? He never called you that. Doll maybe, but never baby. Joe chuckled "Yes, Love, How about you go sit on the couch and Jon and I will get your surprise" You were downright confused but you went to the couch and plopped down.

(SMUT BELOW: WARNING!!!)

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About five minutes later, Your phone was yanked from your hand "What the?" You looked up, Seeing Jon and Joe standing over you. "What are you guy's doing?" Joe turned to Jon with a smirk, and that's when Jon spoke up "Now, Baby. That would ruin the surprise! Me and Joe... We wanna show you how wrong Chad was... Can you take off your pants and your panties?"

You looked up at the two, The dominance radiating off them was too much for you. You slipped off both your pants and panties and Jon looked at Joe like he saw god in front of him "Holy, Jon, What took us so fucking long to do this?" Your face flushed and you let out a giggle "Is the surprise you two staring at my pussy?" Jon laughed "Oh, no, baby. I can see that pretty pink pussy glistening, So me and Joe, We're gonna fuck you better than any other man." Those words sent shivers down your spine and made your pussy throb

Joe got on his knees in front of you and Jon plopped beside you. Jon unbuckled his pants and took his cock out from his boxers. "Now, While Joe eats your pretty pussy, your gonna stroke my cock, me and Joe will switch after you cum for a first time, and then we'll fuck you hard, multiple loads will be inside you"

Your face was now a beautiful shade of red. You nodded, wrapping your hand around Jon's cock. It was seven inches, and beautiful. That's when you felt Joe's tongue slide up the lips of your pussy, this got a moan out of you which also lead to you squeezing Jon's cock a tad. You moaned ''Jon! Joe!" Your hand picked up speed as Joe's tongue sped up as well, You also felt Joe's fingers slip inside of you

Your head fell back onto the couch, moaning loudly. Jon was whimpering, letting his head back fall onto the couch, You both leaned in, and you and Jon began making out, Joe was still tearing up your pussy with his fingers and tongue. You pulled away from Jon and moaned loudly "Fuck! shit! I'm cumming!" Your hand squeezed Jon's cock and your eyes rolled into the back of your head

Your breath was heavy and you were so blissed out. "Shit... That was amazing.." You smiled "Oh, Sweetheart, We are far from done," Joe said with a deep chuckle

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[thenameskaelyn]

AO3 going down when I finally found a multi chapter Ambreigns smut fic that I hadn’t already read is so fucked up. I found it this morning and saved it to read tonight then I get home and the site ISN’T working?!

This is my personal hell loop 😫😭

[imabillyami]

1 or 20 with ambreigns. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Sooo, I loved both of these so much that I did number 1 for Ambreigns & number 20 for Romox, cause I know you love both and yeah.

-> micro story challenge (still taking requests)

This is the Ambreigns one. I’ll post the Romox one in a sec!

(These could technically be connected pieces, with the Romox one just being further down the road.)

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Prompt: "Don't leave" (Ambreigns, 525 words)

“Don’t leave.”

Dean lets out a weary sigh. They’ve been over this so many times in the past couple of months, but Roman just can’t let it go - can’t let him go - he corrects himself.

“Ro-” he pleads.

“I know we can work something out! I can talk to Vince! They’ll write better storylines for you, give you better opponents, you could be champ again! A bigger contract! Just… stay. Please?” Honest desperation colors his voice and Dean can’t fucking take it anymore.

“Fuck Ro! I wouldn’t be fucking happy though and you know it! I don’t fucking care about the stupid titles and the bullshit storylines or the sellout payday! I just wanna fucking wrestle and not hate it! This fucking bullshit’s been killing me for years!”

Roman’s eyes widen, clearly taken aback. But then realization, quickly followed by regret, cross his face. “Fuck, I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

“Yeah.” Relief floods through Dean. He doesn’t know how many more times he can handle looking at Roman - all gorgeous and teary-eyed and begging him to stay - and have his answer still be a resounding no. He doesn’t wanna put his resolve to the test.

“Fuck.” Big hands wipe tracks of tears away, but no matter how hard Roman tries, they just keep coming. 

And yeah, he can’t do this. He has to do something. 

Think Dean, think!

Wait, fuck?

Roman said FUCK!

“Pretty sure we just did.” It’s not his most original comeback, but it pulls a beautiful snort from the man across from him. Ah yes, the sweet relief of deflection. He’s always been the king of that. 

They lie there in silence, the minutes keep ticking by, getting closer and closer to their last goodbye, his flight to Las Vegas leaving one final time. 

And if he thought leaving WWE behind was the toughest decision of his life, it’d been nothing compared to what he’s feeling now. Leaving his shitty workplace and even shittier boss behind and making his final rounds earlier tonight (Or was it last night? He honestly lost track of time with all the saying goodbye he and Roman have been busy with.) had been a piece of cake compared to this.

And if this were a love story about two people, loving Roman would be enough. Enough to keep him happy with the crappy boss and the crappy workplace and the plethora of crappy storylines. Enough to make him stay.

But this isn’t a love story about two people. He isn’t quite sure what kind of story it is yet. Maybe it’s a story about redemption. Or finding himself or some bullshit like that. Maybe it’s a story about a guy saving his own life. Or maybe - just maybe - it is a love story. Just not one about two people. Maybe it’s a story about him and his one true love - wrestling. 

He won’t find out until he leaves though. 

So when the time comes, he silences his alarm before it can ring and gets dressed.

He allows himself one last longing look at Roman, who’s still fitfully asleep, wishing he could stay.

And then he leaves.

[afterdarkprincess]

Hi lovely 💕

For the sleepover questions:

- Tell us your Solo/Sami headcanons.

- Tell us your CM Punk/Drew headcanons.

- And for good measure please add your Sami/Jey & your Ambreigns headcanons as well while you’re at it.

FMK: Roman, Seth, Mox

FMK: Solo, Sami, Jey

FMK: Punk, Drew, Cody

FMK: Jade, Naomi, Bianca

FMK: Rhea, Liv, Becky

Questions, questions, questions:

- What’s an accomplishment/ thing in your life you’re very proud of?

- Name three things you love about yourself?

- What makes you furious in fandom spaces (your fandom pet peeves so to say)?

- Who was your first celebrity crush? Who’s your latest?

- Who do you adore on this website (aka tumblr crushes)?

- What do you find attractive in a person (physically and personality wise)?

- Favorite story you ever wrote?

- Favorite story someone else wrote?

- Your current favorite song?

- One ingredient/ dish you love and one you despise?

This or that:

- Cats and/or dogs?

- Coffee and/or tea?

- Hiking, cycling or swimming?

- Pizza or pasta?

- Mexican, Chinese or Indian takeout? Or something else?

- Cooking, baking or ordering in?

- Quiet night in or a night out socializing with friends?

- Cold weather or hot weather?

- Pants, skirts or dresses?

This got a little out of hand oops 😂

Feel free to answer whatever you wanna answer and skip whatever you don’t. Or answer everything. Up to you. Happy sleepover!

Hugs and kisses 💖

AHHH Thank you!!!!! I've been so excited all day to get home and hae time to answer these!!

Gonna answer under the cut because I'm sure this will be long lol 💖💖💖

💕Solo/Sami headcanons

I feel like a LOT of my headcanons on Solo and Sami come from one specific fic on AO3- The Solo Man

I love Solo as being selectively mute and/or very shy. I haven't really gotten to explore this with Solo in my fics very much, but I'm really looking forward to doing so.

I do feel like Solo has such a soft spot for Sami (I mean I have eyes) Sami was a real source of kindness for him when he really didn't have that from anyone.

💕CM Punk/Drew McIntyre headcanons

oh noooo my brainrot lol

They're TOXIC as fuck, they bring out the worst in each other. I can't find anything sweet or soft in them, it's obsession, it's raw, it's violent. Possessive and Obsessive.

And they fuck nasty obviously. I tend to prefer Bottom Drew, something so fun about subverting their size difference but I'll eat up anything.

💕Samijey headcanons

Ahhhh I just love them- I feel like a lot of my headcanons POP out in my fics. I feel like Jey Uso is an acts of service guy. I think he does anything and everything to make sure that Sami feels taken care of. This shows up really early on in Devil in the Details and uhhh fun fact I wrote the first part of that fic before I knew that Sami was vegan, hence why there are SO many references to Jey cooking chicken for Sami. It was too integral to how I was having Jey show his affection to take it out, so for that one fic Sami is just no pork not vegan lol

Sami talks ALL the time, and Jey pretends to be annoyed but the constant stream of consciousness is actually so comforting to him. He very rarely has to worry about what Sami is thinking or feeling because he will just tell him.

Jey cut those crop tops so Sami would look at him.

From You're My Keeper (Pull Me Deeper):

“You really like my waist, huh?” he murmured. 

As if to prove his point, Sami sank his teeth into the soft flesh under his bellybutton. “Can’t stop looking at it,” Sami whispered into his skin. “So fucking perfect. Those stupid crop tops are fucking killing me, dude.”

“Really? Hm, I thought so.”

Sami’s head shot up. “You knew?”

Jey blushed. “I guess, I kinda knew you were like… Looking. I guess I thought… Nevermind, this is fucking embarrassing.” He clapped his hands over his face. 

“You thought what?” He felt Sami tugging at his fingers, and Jey reluctantly let his hands get pulled away. Sami had the worst look on his face, smug and bemused. Didn’t he know this was absolute torture?

“I don’t know, I thought maybe if I cut the shirts shorter, then like… You know… You’d look at me more,” Jey pushed out through clenched teeth. Scratch that, this was the worst look. Sami positively beamed, fondness radiating out from him in shameless sunshine rays. If he was a dog, he’d surely be wagging his tail like a maniac. Jey tried not to linger on that thought too long.

“Jesus you are so fucking cute,” Sami wheezed, burying his face into Jey’s chest.

Literally one of my favorite fics ever- I reread it all the damn time. (If the author of this fic is on here?? let me know pls & I'll tag you💖)

And I do think that Sami/Jey switch up who tops and bottoms, but I'm always here for bottom!Jey, sweet pillow princess.

💕Ambreigns headcanons

OO this is a good one- I typically go for Ambrolleigns (bc they all have two hands) or Ambrollins because of my donut sister @elementaldoughnut12 I feel like where Dean and Seth have that very turbulent high passion love, Dean and Roman have a level of like rock solid devotion?? Someone that they can always rely on, coming even closer together after everything fell apart with Seth.

Even more than Seth's betrayal, Dean leaving spurred on the creation of the Tribal Chief. Roman, alone and brokenhearted, left by the man who he thought would never leave him, turns himself into something cold and cruel. Makes himself monstrous, surrounds himself by a cheap copy of what they had.

He wants Dean back, wants it more than anything, but some part of him is terrified that Dean will reject him, will detest what he has become.

💕Fuck, Marry, Kill

FMK: Roman, Seth, Mox

Fuck: Roman (I'm gonna need that tongue baby good lord)

Marry: Mox 100%, I'm gonna need to hit that multiple times, and also I feel like our personalities are really complimentary

Kill: RIP I'm so sorry Seth, please keep serving even in Death

FMK: Solo, Sami, Jey

Fuck: Solo- and he needs to bring the gloves okay? 🥵

Marry: Jey 🩵

Kill: Sami :( I hate to kill my hubby's hubby though

FMK: Punk, Drew, Cody

Fuck: Cody (he's hot, IDK that I'd wanna deal with him all the time)

Marry: CM Punk.... listenn

Kill: Drew- would need to take him out to marry Punk anyway

FMK: Jade, Naomi, Bianca

Fuck: JADE- HELLO?? PLEASE???

Marry: Naomi- Jimmy can come too

Kill: Bianca

FMK: Rhea, Liv, Becky

Fuck: Liv

Marry: Please, please Mami, I'm-PLEASE?

Kill: Becky, RIP girlie

💕Questions, questions, questions:

- What’s an accomplishment/ thing in your life you’re very proud of?

90k words posted on AO3 as of today has me feeling really good. I challenged myself at the beginning of the year to get to 100k by the end of 2024, but even where I'm at now... a year ago I would have laughed at you if you told me that. I've been writing in spits and spurts my whole life, but I really lacked confidence to do anything with my fanworks. I usually didn't even finish them. Before this last year, the most I had written was 2 NaNoWriMo attempts, both sat at around 25-30k and were never completed. And now with the all the support I've gotten here and on AO3, I've had the most creative period in my life. It makes me tear up thinking about it honestly.

- Name three things you love about yourself?

My passion, my sense of humor, and my tits lol

- What makes you furious in fandom spaces (your fandom pet peeves so to say)?

The only pet peeve I really have is like being rude and giving people shit for what they like and don't like?? Like I've been around since the days of Don't Like, Don't Read. If you don't like something, it's not for you, it costs zero dollars to shut the fuck up.

- Who was your first celebrity crush? Who’s your latest?

Oh gosh, so many. I mean the first would definitely be Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon 💖💖 Daniel Radcliffe when I got a little older and realized I wasn't going to be able to marry a cartoon. Right now? I mean all of those hot Samoans first of all. Rhea Ripley, obv. Moxley.

- Who do you adore on this website (aka tumblr crushes)?

EVERYONE lol this list is gonna be so long @feelschicken who has been my IRL bestie for like 20+ years at this point, who allowed me to drag her into Wrestling via several hour long conversations in the car where I would literally yell about the Bloodline

@elementaldoughnut12 my donut sister who has inspired so many of my fics and cheered me on through so much of this last year. Love you so much punkin 🥰

@harmshake my beloved tumblr gf, a constant source of positivity in my life 💖 Not to mention she writes the HOTTEST fics omg

@southerngirl41 who's been on the tag squad since the BEGINNING and I appreciate her comments so much

@jeysbvck Shan 💙 because we're both unhinged and feral for Jey- she just gets me

@imabillyami of course you too obviously- you are so sweet and not to mention your fics are amazing

@rollinsland who keeps my dash FULL of content of all my faves, and is so so sweet

@shanie-the-komania-toyaddict my Zowens connection, and another amazing sweet person

@motherknuckers I think we share a braincell for real

@samijey because like... A Way With Words is THE Sami/Jey fic, not to mention her amazing gif skills 😍

@thlayli-ra who definitely gave me the Punkintyre brainrot

@who-do-you-want-to-be MY SWEET KOALA FRIEND

@jeyuwuso WHOSE FIC I LINKED EARLIER, literally love all their work!!!

@taydaq her ART, especially Samijey 🥹

I know I'm missing people, I could be at this all night: @crxssjae @hypno-bear-tini @rosiel77 @mzv11 @theninthwonder @dontletme--cavein @codyswhitebelt @jobikinn if I missed others I'm so sorry 😭 and if tumblr messes up these tags I'll scream

- What do you find attractive in a person (physically and personality wise)?

Humor, they gotta be funny. They gotta make me laugh or we're not gonna work. We gotta be silly goosing.

- Favorite story you ever wrote?

Ours is still my favorite

- Favorite story someone else wrote?

oooo yay it's rec time!!! Already called out a few but here's some more:

Green - my favorite Candy fic

Losers and Loss - a Zowens fic that melted my brain into absolute goo I said The Solo Man already but also Pretty which spurred on my love of bottom!jey and Jey in pretty lingerie

Sticks & Stones and also Green-Eyed Monster - both by the Zesty Bean, all of their works are great but those are my favorites

Silver Knight and Little Clover - my donut sister knows how to make a rarepair that I'll go nuts for

And I could not forget I've got you to lose ... of COURSE 💕 maybe gimme a heads up before you post that last chapter so I can get all my favorite snacks and be prepared.

- Your current favorite song?

Guilty as Sin? - Taylor Swift

- One ingredient/ dish you love and one you despise?

Oo good question- I'm a big fries and ranch girlie (the midwest in me popping out) and for despise??? mmm it's gonna be pickles, they're gross to me.

💕This or that:

- Cats and/or dogs?

Cats 🐈

- Coffee and/or tea?

Coffee ☕️

- Hiking, cycling or swimming?

Swimming 🌊

- Pizza or pasta?

Pizza🍕

- Mexican, Chinese or Indian takeout? Or something else?

For takeout specifically it's gonna be Chinese

- Cooking, baking or ordering in?

Cooking!

- Quiet night in or a night out socializing with friends?

I love a good night out once in a while, but I prefer a night in

- Cold weather or hot weather?

Hot weather ☀️

- Pants, skirts or dresses?

DRESSES 👗

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whew.... that took a while but it was so fun honestly 😅

[digsys]

heard from a little birdie that you were going through writer's block, hopefully you have time to exercise those fingers with a special prompt!! <33

— ambreigns, mile high club. ;)

ahh this was a great exercise i loved writing this, anon! i hope you enjoy (: this is around 2k and it's explicit

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Dean would feel embarrassed if he wasn't so fucking hard.

As it was (it being his insanely hard cock pressing up against his jeans, making an unmistakable tent), he could hardly feel embarrassed when there were much better things he could be doing— one brilliant idea being to wake up Roman, who was peacefully sleeping beside him, to help him with his problem. 

“Ro,” he whispered, nudging his side. “Ro, wake up.”

Roman had little buds in his ears so Dean pulled them out by the wire abruptly, but his boyfriend still didn’t budge— un-fucking-believable. Was it too much to get a handie in this day and age? 35,000 feet in the air? 

Considering what they were coming back from, he couldn’t really blame Roman— Night of Champions, against the Wyatt family, and Jericho costing them the match after they went through the ringer. It was Roman’s idea to choose Jericho and Dean had already had to tell him it wasn’t his fault if Jericho couldn’t be a team-player. Dean just wanted to get his hands around his neck, or maybe the Wyatts— didn’t really matter to him, to be honest. He had been tired, too, and had fallen asleep as soon as they had taken off.

Up until dreamland seemed to lead him back to the match, but this time it was without anyone else in the ring except him and Roman. Roman, with his hair wet and everywhere, crawling over to get the tag, only to pull himself up, biceps flexing, letting Dean grab his face and—

He elbowed Roman’s side harder.

Roman woke with a grunt, eyebrows furrowing as he blearily looked at Dean. “Wha'? Dean?”

Dean could feel that his cheeks were flushed and he brought a hand up to mess with his hair a bit. “Wake up.”

The rest of the plane around them was quiet, them being on the red-eye back to Orlando, and Roman was wiping the remnants of sleep from his eyes. “Why?” Even clearly half-asleep, Dean felt his heart do a couple of acrobatic flips when Roman met his eyes. He was always so— so everything, but now, bun a mess and a warm look in his eyes, not even cranky at Dean, just tired and curious, he was cute, a word that Dean didn’t use too often but couldn’t help but use with Roman like this.

He was getting distracted. He grabbed Roman’s hand where it was resting on his thigh and put on his best suggestive look. “‘Cause,” he said, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip once. “You ever wanna join the mile high club?”

Oh, now he’s waking up. “What?” he hissed out, sitting up straighter. 

Dean dropped his hand to squeeze his thigh twice. “We headed straight to the plane, we didn’t get to— y’know, work out the post-match stresses.”

Roman was shifting in his seat, so easy to work up when there was still a fight thrumming under his skin. “And you want to do it here? We’re like—” he glanced down at his phone, “—like, thirty minutes from landing.”

“Well, Roman, I don’t think it’ll take thirty minutes and I’d be happy to be proven right,” Dean said, still smirking a bit, and Roman’s eyes flickered down to his jeans before rolling his eyes.

“You’re so—” the other man cut himself off, shutting off his phone and stuffing it and his headphones into the bag between them.

Dean perked up. “Wait, does this mean—”

“I’m headed to the bathroom,” Roman told him, “could you maybe check if it’s locked behind me?”

Dean’s cock throbbed in his jeans, and he adjusted himself, nodding frantically, watching Roman devotedly as Roman gave him an exasperated but happy little smile as he got out of his seat.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

Dean leaned over, eyes moving up and down the row— people asleep or on their phones, attendants’ attention diverted.

Four seconds. Five seconds—

Good enough. He hustled out of his seat and did a terribly unsubtle walk to the bathroom, heading in without waiting around long enough that anyone questioned it. 

He locked the door, twisting around only to see Roman not even a foot away, already palming himself, hand pressed under his sweatpants. Dean dropped back against the door, a hand up to his mouth to muffle his groan at the sight. Roman’s cheeks warmed up.

The stall was small but it wasn't any different than some of the other places that they’ve gotten up to shit like this— Dean always asking, pressing Roman’s buttons until Roman couldn’t resist, big hands grasping Dean’s tightly as they ducked out into closets, stalls, corners, heads ducked close, breathless as they crowded together. 

There was enough room to breathe in here but it was just small enough that when Dean surged forward, taking Roman’s mouth with his own, Roman was already pressed up against the counter behind him, both of them arching into one another, Dean wrapping his arms around him, Roman grabbing his face, all of it so fucking— it was always so fucking good with him, Dean could never get tired of the feeling of it, of how Roman’s broad body felt against his own, the way his strong hands would grip at him endlessly. 

“Fuck, you looked so good tonight, I couldn’t— Couldn’t wait, Ro, I couldn’t,” he panted out.

“I know, I—” Roman was ducking his face into Dean’s neck, kissing across it hungrily, as Dean let his hands push up under Roman’s shirt, feeling across his back, how the muscles rippled for him, “—you’re always so ready for me, so—”

Their hips rolled against one another, nearly perfectly in sync, and Dean let out a helpless little huff of a laugh against Roman’s hair, their clothed cocks rubbing against one another for a drawn out moment where Dean struggled to think straight and Roman grasped at his ass needily.

And then Roman was twisting them, their positions switched before he was picking Dean up just a bit until Dean was sitting on the bathroom counter top, putting space in between them. Dean looked at him, lost. “Wha— Why, come on—”

But he cut himself off with a choking noise when Roman dropped to his knees between his legs, a dark look in his eyes as he kept them on Dean.

Who swallowed, gripping the edge of the countertop tightly, “Ro,” spilling out of his mouth, “whatcha doing down there?”

Roman laid one hand on Dean’s thigh, the other fiddling with the zipper of his jeans. “Thought we were joining the club, hm?”

When Dean had said that, he imagined them maybe jacking each other off, maybe humping it out and trying to avoid getting anything unseemly on their shirts, not Roman on his knees, looking up at him with heavily lidded eyes, unzipping him and mouthing at him through his briefs—

“Yeah, yeah, yep,” he was saying, voice higher-pitched than usual. “Yep, that’s what we’re doing, hell, yeah.”

Roman chuckled, charmed smile across his lips. “Alright, big guy, wanna help me get these off?”

Dean was holding himself up with one arm, pushing down his jeans and briefs with the other within the second, his cock jutting up between them. “C’mon, Ro, I want it so bad—” and then—

And then Roman’s mouth was on him, taking him halfway down, one hand curled around his base, and Dean could only moan. Loud.

Roman pulled off of him, giving him an admonishing look that was less biting than he might've wanted it to be considering that he was jacking Dean with the layer of spit he left behind. “Gotta be quiet, D,” he teased, leaning down to lick a stripe up the underside of his cock. “Can’t have anyone knocking and seeing us, hm?”

Heat and desire rolled around Dean’s stomach as he nodded, staring down at Roman, biting on his lip hard to muffle any noises. 

Lips back against the head of his cock, pursed, sucking against him until Roman took just the tip in, swirling his tongue around it, tonguing at the slit. Dean was panting, face flushed hot, one hand gripping the countertop while the other flew to Roman’s head, fingers in his hair. Roman let out an appreciative noise, taking him deeper, the sound vibrating around Dean deliciously.

“Fuck, Ro, your mouth is so fucking good.” Dean’s fingers were against Ro’s scalp now, practically petting him until Roman moved his tongue sinfully against him, Dean’s grip tightening to gain some control. “Absolute best head ever, 10/10.”

Roman rolled his eyes, smiling around Dean’s dick, before he was taking a deep breath in through his nose and—

Even knowing he was gonna do it, Dean had to bury a fist in his mouth to stop the loud moan from tumbling out, his hips bucking up as Roman deep-throated him. Roman gagged a bit with the unexpected thrust but he didn’t pull off, just groaned around Dean, eyes going heavier as he drooled around Dean. 

“Fuck,” Dean cursed heartily, rubbing the back of his knuckles across Roman’s cheekbone. Roman’s eyelashes fluttered. “How’d I get so lucky, hm?”

A pretty fluster before Roman started moving again, sucking Dean off masterfully, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat almost rhythmically, Roman eagerly choking himself on Dean’s cock and then—

Roman intertwined his fingers with Dean’s hand that was still in his hair and then he was nudging them. Dean had to shut his eyes for a second before croaking out, “You— You want me to…”

A wet noise as Roman pulled all the way off, his lips still hovering near Dean’s tip. “Face-fuck me,” he said, voice hoarse, before dropping his jaw completely and—

Dean buried his cock back into his mouth, sliding off the counter completely so that he could properly fuck into Roman, trembling with his thrusts as he held Roman still, hips pistoning. Roman moaned around him, taking it so well, eyes closed as he kept pliant but— Dean could see how his arm was moving, knew he was jacking off to it, so hot and heavy, just from Dean’s cock in his mouth.

“So perfect for me, so perfect, Ro, can’t stop— God, you’re just—” Dean couldn’t get a single coherent thought out, so enamored by Roman’s perfect mouth, how he was working quicker, so hot from it, and— “I’m close, Ro, I’m close, are you—” 

And then Roman was gasping around his cock, throat clenching, and his body wracking as— 

“Are you—?” Dean gasped out, and Roman nodded frantically as he rode out his orgasm, blissful look over his face, and Dean couldn’t help himself any more, hips snapping in hard, and— “I’m gonna come, Ro, let me pull out—” but Roman was holding onto Dean’s ass, keeping him close, and then Dean was finishing hard, filling up Roman’s mouth. 

He fell back against the counter, fucked-out, eyes still fixed on the perfect image of Roman on his knees. A line of cum was creeping from his mouth. Roman visibly swallowed, expression still so blissful, and Dean was falling to his knees in front of him, bringing a hand up to push the cum back into his mouth. Roman’s eyes opened, and he sucked Dean’s thumb gently before parting his lips.

Dean pressed forward, kissing him deeply, tasting himself on his tongue. It was a good taste, him and Roman combined, and Roman hummed like he felt the same. Dean’s chest was warm when they pulled away.

They leaned against one another, forehead to forehead, smiling a bit dopily at each other. 

“Y’think there’s any chance no one heard all that?” Dean asked him, some amusement and some hysteria at what they just did.

Roman kissed him again. “No way in hell, D.”

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[softmoxymuffin]

“Cinched”

the angsty ambreigns fic is taking a lot longer than i had anticipated and is also making me a lot sadder than i wanted so i took a break to finish this smut for you guys and hopefully garner myself a little more patience

idea for this fic came from one of the comments regarding dean’s waist i remember corsets being mentioned and i wanted to try my hand in writing this it’s not exactly what the user wanted but hope it’s still good for you guys

if anyone knows who’s idea was the corset thing please message me and i’ll tag you accordingly

It was a rare and lazy evening at home for Roman. He and Dean had eaten a light dinner a couple of hours earlier, just enjoying spending their what little sporadic domesticated life they had together before they’d have to hit the road again in a day or two. The Samoan had gone ahead and sat in their giant leather couch in the living room, mostly settled in to watch tonight’s game. 

Dean on the other hand had said he had some laundry he had left unfolded and felt he had to get that over with so as to not have it ruin the rest of their down time. Roman was patiently waiting for his boyfriend to finish when the doorbell had suddenly rang.

Roman was just about to rise to his feet to answer, when Dean had yelled out ‘I got it’ right before stepping out of their laundry room to open the front door.

After a minute of a whispered exchange, Dean reenters their home with a small black plastic bag in hand which seemed to have a note with it.

“Who was that?” he asked.

“Delivery guy.” He answered, his blue eyes still on the label which he was still reading.

Curiosity getting the better of him Roman had to asked “What’s it say?”

“For your challenge; fulfill as soon as you can. Take pictures. Love, Seth.” He read out loud with a smirk on his face.

Roman smiled worriedly. Knowing Seth, though he presented himself as the calculating architect to the WWE universe, he had a fairly bad reputation for pranks ever since he and Dean had became friends. It was never hurtful, at least not intentionally, but still Roman couldn’t help but eye the plastic bag suspiciously.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I think I know.” Dean chuckled and added “Only one way to find out.” He added as he walked down the hall towards their bathroom.

Whatever it was Roman was glad Dean had decided to open it away from him. He really did not need another incident like that time the Armenian had sent them a ‘care package’ to encourage them to eat more fruits. It wasn’t until they had opened the Tupperware when they had realized the other man had sent them Durian or the smelliest fruit in the world. Honest to God, it was like a bomb had gone off and the stink of it hung in the air for the next week. Fortunately Daniel and Brie were fairly close by and were eager to take the offending produce away from them. They got their payback when they traumatized their youngest member by sending him cans upon cans of that stinky Swedish fish they had found online.

Roman was so busy reminiscing that he had barely paid attention to the game on the TV in front of him, nor did he hear the first time Dean’s voice had come through from their bathroom.

“Hey Romie!” he called out.

“Yeah?” he called back.

“Need a little help here.” He replied.

‘Uh oh…’ Roman was really hoping it wasn’t anything too bad. He turned off the TV, and put down the remote before following his boyfriend’s voice down the hall.

Roman found himself standing right outside their bathroom door that was ajar. The white light from inside shining a beam across their carpet. He was so relieved there was no smell. Whatever Roman was expecting it to be, it really wasn’t what his eyes saw the moment he pushed the door wide open.

Dean was standing in front of their bathroom mirror. The shirt he had been wearing only moments ago was now discarded on the tiled floor. His back was towards Roman. Across that lower half of that broad back was wide belt of blue satin and what looked like silky black ribbon. Roman could make an educated guess of what exactly it was, but his brain was currently being fried to a crisp by the very thought of it.

“What’s that?” he asked, his voice sounding nervously higher.

Dean was still preoccupied, he hadn’t even bothered looking at him when he answered. “A corset.”

From Roman’s view from the reflection of the mirror, Dean’s nimble hands clasping the front to his stomach. The way it clung to his body like the countless belts he had won over the years of his career. He never thought Dean could look any hotter than with a championship belt around that damn waist of his, but clearly Roman was wrong.

“A corset?” he asked, he tried his very best to keep his voice even.

“Yeah,” again blue eyes still hadn’t met brown. “Seth was trying to convince me again to get back to crossfit. Actually get me those washboard abs he practically drools for whenever Finn enters the room.” He joked which Roman could not appreciate while he was much too preoccupied by the sight in front of him.

“Anyway, he pointed out how I needed to tone my stomach and not rely so much on who skinny I am.” Dean had added with a tone of annoyance in his voice. “He said I’d probably fit into one of Bliss’ corset’s if given the chance.” He huffed out a laugh.

The younger man would never come across as insecure. Dean always had that cocky, devil-may-care attitude and he carried it well. But being around him as much as Roman has, he knew his boyfriend had his fair share of insecurities. One of which was how he was never able to bulk up much like Roman or Seth or anyone else in the roster could.

Dean was far from being skinny. He was tall and broad shouldered, and his legs were so goddamn long. But one of the things Roman had always loved about his lover’s body was that tiny ass waist of his. He’d be damned if he was going to some throw away line like that make his boy feel bad.

“And of course, I just had to fucking comeback at him telling him that I think I’d look fucking good in a corset, as a joke.” That annoyance in his voice growing a bit more, maybe because he was remembering his conversation with Seth or maybe because he had been struggling with the damn lingerie for a couple of minutes now.

“You said you would wear a corset?” Roman’s voice was growing squeaky high from watching what he was looking at right now. If it was so damn easy to get his boy in something as hot as a corset, he should have challenged him a lot sooner then.

“No, I said would look damn good in one, given the chance-” he answered as he secured the last clasp in the front. “-looks like Seth was calling my bluff.. but I’ll show him.”

As annoyed his boyfriend was at their teammate, some deep carnal part in Roman was tempted to send their third member a thank you card with care package for giving Dean this gift.

“Romieee…” Dean called out to him again, finally getting his full attention. “You mind helping me out here big dog?”

Roman gulped and took a deep breath before he made his way towards the other man. Dean was too busy trying to read the instructions that came with the package, if he would have looked up at the mirror in front of him then he would have been able to see Roman’s face absolutely slacked at the image he made in front of him.

The corset was a pretty little thing. It I didn’t go high enough to cover Dean’s chest. The edge just meeting under his pecs. The baby blue of the satin reminded him of Dean’s own baby blue eyes just looking too sweet and innocent to belong to a man as wild as his lover was. The black lace piping running down the whole thing curving inward and out shaping Dean’s middle already smaller than usual. Roman couldn’t help but wonder how much smaller it would look when he wore it properly.

“It says here there should be two pieces of ribbon; one running down from the top, and one running up from the bottom.” Dean read out loud.

Roman could only nod and grunt affirmatively, not knowing the filth that would have spilled out if he dared to speak.

“Ok, next the ribbon should already have gone through the holes in a crisscross manner.” Dean continued to read along.

Again, Roman could only nod.

“Ok, so now, listen carefully.” Dean casually commanded, at this point the Samoan was so hung up on the blonds every word he would be able to make him do anything right now. “You carefully pull on the ends of the ribbon alternating between the top and the bottom ribbons, all the while adjusting the modesty flap..”

Roman couldn’t stop himself but reach out to the soft looking ribbon. The silk feeling so smooth against his fingers. Carefully, he searched about to find the modesty flap on the back made to cover any skin from being exposed where the ends of the corset met. He couldn’t help but run one of his fingers down that tiny patch of skin underneath the ribbon before covering it with the extra piece of satin.

“Do this carefully, and slowly…” Dean continued to read.

Roman absolutely did not need to be told. He was more than ready to savor such an intimate act between them. His eyes were laser focused on the delicate fabric right in front of him. He pulled at the ribbon cautiously at first, starting with the top portion slowly getting pulling it tighter and tighter to show how his lover’s ribs could be drawn inward like the funnel of the hour glass.

Next, he concentrated on the lower ribbon which was tasked to cinched in his boyfriend’s soft middle even smaller than it already was. Slowly, inch by gentle inch, Roman got to witness the shape that was forming in front of his eyes.

“Is this ok?” he asked breathlessly, sounding like he was running a marathon rather than help his boyfriend with is lingerie.

“Yeah… feels good.” He gasped out an answer.

Dean’s voice making Roman’s blood boil. He really should be asking more frequently, but his eyes and his hands and everything in his body was just screaming at him, hell bent on seeing how much smaller his lover’s waist could get.

“Hmmmmmm…” Dean moaned between his bitten lower lip.

Roman looked up at the mirror, worried he’d see Dean’s beautiful face in pain but was only met with flushed cheeks and blown out eyes. Those eyes he had thought matched the light blue of the lingerie now grew dark and wide. He couldn’t get his own eyes off of him.

It was the sudden feel of Dean’s backside against his raging hardon that made him break eye contact. He screwed his eyes shut, and groaned, willing himself to keep it together and not cum right then and there.

“Romie…” Dean’s voice came through teasingly musical to his ears. Roman finally found the concentration to open his eyes to look up at him again, this time meeting his lovers smirk on his lips. “You like it?” he asked and before Roman could even begin to think of an answer, Dean had pushed back his ass again, certainly meeting the bulge that was forming under Roman’s sweats.

That’s when he snapped.

Roman practically roared as he pulled off Dean’s own sweatpants and have it fall down to his ankles. The sight of his lover’s ass making him kneel right in front of it. Roman had always loved Dean’s ass. It was wide and soft and firm. He had always loved how big it would look given Dean’s shape, but now with the damn corset on it made the contrast even more evident. The wide back, falling to that little waist, followed by an even more pronounced hips and ass. Roman was fucking ready to worship what laid in front of him.

He grabbed the globes of his ass greedily. The darkness of his own skin contrasting beautifully against his lover’s creamy white complexion. His thumbs meeting in the middle only to pull them apart to reveal the tight little bud in between. That made Roman groan once more as he just fell forward to cover that lovely ass in kisses. His mouth moving closer and closer to the center where his tongue could finally taste his lover in the best possible way.

Dean moaned as he bucked his hips forward and back, Roman just following everyway possible chasing his lover’s taste. He flicked his tongue up and down, and around, making that tight little bud soft and pliant. Broad strokes of flat of his tongue covering it with so much spit some of it fell down the Samoan’s goatee. Going between licking his asshole to making tiny love bites all around. Roman was moaning so loudly he knew he sounded obscene even with his lover’s skin muffling every sound he made.

“Roman, please…” Dean begged.

The other man found the strength to pull back. His eyes looking up finding his lover’s arched back beautifully, and his face right against the mirror, covering it in steam. Dean was wrecked, and a deep sense of pride grew inside of Roman knowing exactly that he was the very cause of that.

“What is it baby boy?” he asked, his voice raggedly harsh. When Dean could only moan an intelligible answer. Roman made quick little spank on one ass cheek, which made Dean jump and practically hump the bathroom counter. Roman knew his baby would have a bruise on his hip later, but neither of them really cared. Maybe Roman could add a couple of bruises there himself later on. “I asked what do you need baby boy?”

Dean shook his head as if to scatter away the cloudiness of his arousal to find the words he was so desperately trying to find.

“More. Please...” He begged again.

Roman rose to his feet and grabbed Dean, one hand on his hip and another hand on his shoulder to pull him flushed, Dean’s back meeting Roman’s front. He moved from shoulder, across his collarbone. Roman’s large hand possessively wrapped around Dean’s vulnerable neck. Under anyone else’s, Dean might have flinched, but not with Roman. Never with him. Roman’s other hand ran from hip to Dean’s exposed chest. His kneading his chest and playing with his nipples.

He couldn’t help himself but look up at the mirror to stare at the image his boy made. Dean’s face flushed and sweaty and blushing. His bottom lip between his teeth. His broad shoulder and chest looking even more so before it met the lingerie. The corset looking so fucking perfect on his lover. Tight and strong as it held his cinched shape underneath all that, but also soft and delectable. Again, perfect like his baby boy.

“You look so fucking good like this baby boy.” Roman said against the soft skin where Dean’s neck met his shoulder. Leaving even more kisses and bites as he spoke. “Just so fucking beautiful for me baby… your shoulders-” kiss. “Your chest-” pinch. “And that goddamn delicate looking waist of yours, driving me crazy” thrust, his still covered erection against he wet, soft, and pliant curve of his ass.

Too his credit, Dean gave as much as he got. Ducking his head down to find Roman’s thumb and taking it into his mouth. His soft lips and tongue wrapping themselves warmly around the appendage before giving it a bite then letting go. Roman didn’t think he could want the other man even more.

“Fuck me.” Dean commanded, before he pushed his ass back even harder against his lover’s bulge. “Fuck me just like this…” another push back.

He frantically reached over to their bathroom counter, searching for any form of lube he could find. Thankfully he did find a somewhat forgotten bottle in the back, thank god for shower sex. He covered his fingers in the gel, warming it up for a second before he reached down and started to tease his lover’s tight hole. No matter how many times they had done this, Roman was always amazed at how fucking tight Dean always seemed to be. His tiny little bud, wet from being under the onslaught of his tongue only minutes ago, began to open up welcoming Roman’s thick fingers into his pliant heat. Dean began to moan as fingers pushed inside him, only to come back out wet and hot. It didn’t take long until he was taking three at a time, and he was begging for more. Roman will never grow tired of this.

“Ro, please.. fuck me ready.” He begged.

Roman knew he was right. Dean was ready, but he couldn’t help but teased him just even just a little bit. “So fucking needy for me are you baby…” he shoved his fingers deeper into him, making his lover gasp once more. “Just can’t fucking wait to have my cock in to, can you?” he teased with a twist of his fingers.

“Hmmmm… can’t wait for you to fuck me so hard you make m cum all over myself” Dean moaned one more time before he gave that devilish smile of his with that challenge in his eyes.

Once that seed was planted into Roman’s mind, there was no getting rid of it until he fulfilled his lover’s demand. Me made quick work of his sweats, pushing them down and letting them fall to his ankles, and practically ripping his shirt as he pulled it off of him. Using the excess lube on his hand, he quickly coated his cock till it shined, matching his lover’s hole which was impatiently winking at him.

He wanted him. He wanted him so fucking badly. He had to force himself to slow, to make this last. With measured breathes, he carefully guided himself into his lover. Watching his cock slowly disappear inch by inch. Whatever worry he had for his lover’s state faded as quickly as he felt Dean’s welcoming heat swallow him up. Goddamn so fucking tight, it made him light headed. He closed his eyes needing to get a some fucking control over himself. Once he felt like he did, he slowly opened his eyes and fucking lost it all over again.

The looking down he could only see the very base of himself peaking between those soft mounds. His hips meeting his curves. His eyes slowly trailing up reminded by the gorgeous way his lover’s waist looked so beautifully delicate and tight and soft. Roman had to grab Dean by the hips to steady himself, that tender bruise from the counter most probably blooming prettily. Roman wanted to make it worse.

“God damn it Roman, fuck me already!” Dean’s desperate plea finally breaking through his lovers daze.

That was all the encouragement Roman need. Pulling out until only his cockhead was left, Roman made a vicious thrust back in that made his lover arch against his corset and scream his name. Roman needed to do that again. Did it again. And again. His thrusting growing manic. The slap of their skin filling their tiny bathroom. The smell of their sweat mingling with the scent of their soap and shampoo oddly reminding Roman who fucking intimate this was.

“Oh my God…” Dean was moaning against he glass. His face smushed carelessly against the cool surface. His mouth open steaming up desperately. His tongue hanging off after a particularly loud moan before he bit his lips close. “So good.. so fucking good.. Roman.. fuck…”

No one’s ever seen Dean look like this; in a beautiful silk and satin blue corset that molded him into soft curves. No one’s ever made Dean sound like this; begging and pleading for his cock. No one’s ever made Dean feel this way, like he said so. No one but fucking Roman. He will that that fucking honor to his grave.

Roman fucked Dean like the world was ending. Like this was their last night together and they had nothing left to lose. Roman fucked Dean worrying this could be the only time he gets to see him this fucking pretty and cinched up for him. He fucked him harder than they have ever had before so his baby boy will never forget the time he drove Roman so fucking crazy like this.

“Close… close…” Dean warned him, his voice hitting almost a panic. “So fucking close. Roman…”

With as much strength he could muster, Roman pulled Dean back onto his dick, forcing the younger man to fall forward landing on his elbows on top of the marble counter top. Bent over to Roman��s fucking mercy.

Roman followed. His bare chest and stomach against Dean’s sweaty back and smooth corset. Sacrificing one hand away from Dean’s hip, he reached down to wrap his fingers around lover’s needy cock. His touch was like a live wire, making Dean’s pull his head back up and practically howl appreciatively. With every long and quick stroke, Roman matched it with a thrust. His hips and hand working together to bring his baby boy to newer heights as he climbed and he climbed. When his breath started to hitch the way it did right on the cusp of an orgasm, Roman leaned forward and latched his teeth on his lover’s shoulder and bit down. Hard.

Dean screamed but without any sound as his orgasm was ripped from him. His cock spurting all over their tiled floor and covering Roman’s warm and demanding hand. His elbows finally giving up on him and made Dean lay his blushing face against the cold marble.

The way his lover’s ass spasmed around his cock so tight it nearly made Roman shed tears it felt so good. Just a little bit more. Just a couple more strokes.

“Pull out!” Dean commanded in a tired and raspy voice.

Roman heard but couldn’t listen. How the fuck could he. He only groaned in protest, for an inkling of a thought he reminded himself of an animal right now.

“I said, pull out!” He commanded again, before Roman could complain Dean added. “I want you to cum all over my corset.”

Like a switch only Dean could flip, Roman thrusted just a couple more times until he was right almost there and pulled away from his lovers warmth. He then grasped himself in his hand. The same hand still covered in his baby boy’s cum, now all over himself as he touched himself to completion. Aiming his hot hard cock at pale soft blue and ribbons.

That fucking image of his spent lover in nothing but a corset bent over their bathroom counter finally made him explode. His body violently jerking as he felt his desperate release. Thick ribbons of cum falling on black ribbons and satin. Roman was felt himself leave himself if that were fucking possible.

The only sounds filling the room was their harsh breaths, and the wild beating of his heart. Though Roman couldn’t hear Dean’s directly, he was sure it beat just as hard. Roman was still somewhat out of it when he felt Dean’s delicate fingers reaching out towards him. His hand meeting his own while it remained wrapped around his still hard cock. He didn’t know what he was doing until Dean had guided him back into himself and Roman felt the hypersensitivity prickling his skin it was so good. Absolutely nothing beat being inside of him. Nothing.

Roman fell forward. His face falling against Dean’s spine, cradled by his shoulder blades. He never wanted to move again. But Dean had another idea.

He felt his hand again passing him hard plastic, which after gaining some level of full consciousness back he realized was his phone. Before he could ask him the question, he answered breathlessly.

“Take a picture.” He said.

“What?” Roman asked.

“I said take a picture.” He repeated, while he seemed to motion to the corset.

Maybe Roman was just too damn out of it to argue, but he found the energy to lift himself off of him and point the camera phone on the sight he had left. Thick creamy cum contrast on black and blue lingerie. If he wasn’t so damn spent, he was sure he would have gotten hard in an instant. He took the photo and gave the phone back to Dean and instantly fell back against his back.

Dean only laughed breathlessly as he quickly attached the picture to a message and sent it to a soon to be traumatized Seth Rollins with the message ‘thanks’.

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[thenameskaelyn]

AO3 I NEED YOU TO GET IT TOGETHER RIGHT FUCKING NOW. I NEED MY AMBREIGNS FIC LIKE I NEED WATER TO SURVIVE!!

My favourite ambreigns moments / segments [40/?]

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[imabillyami]

alone, finally (Romox, 389 words)

@taydaq requested: 1 or 20 with ambreigns. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ for this challenge. (I'm still taking requests!)

I ended up doing number 1 for Ambreigns here. And then I wrote number 20 for Romox. So here we are. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: blink-and-you-miss breathplay, mature language

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“Alone at last.“ Mox let out a sigh of relief and pressed his forehead against the solid wooden door he’d just closed behind their guests. Finally.

“C’mon they aren’t that bad. They’re just nervous.“ 

He knew Roman was right. And they had every right to be. Wrestlemania was getting closer by the minute and for the first time ever the tag titles would be on the line in the main event. Nerves came with the territory. 

After all, they couldn’t all be their cousin - Mr. ‘I main evented this shit so many times I lost count’ - Roman Reigns. In the face of yet another main event he remained calm and collected, steady and sure. 

No. The twins had been a mess when they’d shown up earlier -  and effectively thrown a wrench into Mox’s plans for the night. 

And what excellent plans they’d been. Shit.

He felt himself stirring in his pants.

They rarely saw each other with their busy schedules and as much as he loved Roman’s family, he didn’t wanna spend the one night they were actually home for once babysitting them. 

“I know they are. And you damn well know I love Jimmy and Jey! You also know I’ve been fucking horny all night and trying to get you alone, you asshole! I had fucking plans!“ he rumbled, the frustration in his voice palpable, not that he’d bothered trying to hide it. Roman would see right through his bullshit anyway.

A short pause. 

Then.

A low chuckle.

Heavy steps against the wooden floor. 

The feeling of a familiar body behind him.

A hand landing warm and possessive between his shoulder blades, silently willing him to turn around.

When he met Roman’s eyes they were dark, calculating, a hint mischievous. 

“It’s like that, huh?“ he asked darkly, the possessive hand caressing his neck, stopping against his throat, applying the most delicious kind of pressure. Not enough to take his breath away completely, but just enough to make his eyes drift closed from pleasure. 

He let himself give into it for only a second. He had plans after all.

“I’m topping though.“ he declared boldly, pulling Roman into a demanding kiss, setting his plan in motion. Finally.

When Roman broke away, it was with a knowing smirk and the promise of a steamy night ahead. 

“I expected nothing less.“

[takethistoyourstardust]

ambreigns was always superior to ambrollins or whatever the FUCK they called reigns/rollins.

i’m about to use cursed terms forgive me.

[lunatic-desert-child]

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credit to owners from twitter. (x)

[colesterstrudel]

People are still being crybaby shits over what seth said about moxley and that osprey guy. Like idiots of course he's going to defend his company why wouldn't he. Also they are still crying about him and Becky being together

Lmaooooo dead af

[mayanangel]

This just in: if you think Roman Reigns is canonically over the Great Betrayal of 2014, well then