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Golden Hour

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🤍 Summary: You and Roman Reigns find joy in the simple moments, imagining a world where it’s just the two of you—a world where nothing else matters. 🤍 Pairings: Roman Reigns x Fem Reader 🤍 Warnings: 18+ only, Smut, Fluff 🤍 Word Count: 2.0k 🤍 Notes: Anonymous Request - Song inspiration is Imagine by Ariana Grande. Thank you for the request! I'm in my soft girl era; currently in love with love!

Imagine a world like that We go like up 'til I'm 'sleep on your chest Love how my face fits so good in your neck Why can't you imagine a world like that? Imagine a world

The sun was setting, casting golden light across the room, bathing everything in a warm, soft glow. Y/N stood by the window, watching the fading rays reflect off the city skyline, a small smile on her lips. Behind her, Roman was sprawled on the bed, his long body taking up most of the space as he watched her with a lazy grin.

"Why are you just standing there?" Roman's deep voice rumbled through the room, playful and teasing. "Come here."

Y/N turned, her smile widening at the sight of him looking so relaxed, so unbothered. "Maybe I'm enjoying the view."

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a pleasant warmth through her. "And here I thought I was the view."

She rolled her eyes, though she couldn't suppress the laugh that escaped. "Oh, don't worry. You're not bad to look at either."

Roman raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Just not bad?"

"Fine," she said, walking toward him, her heart skipping as his eyes followed her every move. "You're pretty easy on the eyes."

"That's more like it," he said, reaching out to grab her wrist and pulling her onto the bed with a gentle tug.

Y/N laughed as she fell into his arms, the familiar warmth of his embrace making her feel like she was exactly where she was meant to be. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. "What's going on in that big head of yours?" she asked softly, tracing her fingers along the lines of his tattoos.

"Just thinking," he murmured, his hand sliding through her hair. "About how good it feels to be here with you, with nothing else to worry about."

Y/N smiled, her heart doing a little flip. "Yeah?"

Roman nodded, his lips brushing the top of her head. "Yeah. Imagine if every night could be like this. No schedules, no early flights. Just us."

Y/N lifted her head, meeting his gaze. "No running off to wrestle in front of thousands of people, no interviews, no media appearances?"

"Exactly," Roman said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just lazy mornings and long nights."

"You'd get bored," she teased, poking him playfully in the side.

Roman pretended to wince, his hand catching hers before she could poke him again. "Who says I'd get bored? Maybe I like the idea of spending all day with you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You? All day with me? Are you sure you could handle it?"

He grinned, flipping her onto her back with surprising speed, his weight pressing her gently into the mattress as he hovered over her. "I think the real question is whether you could handle me all day," he said, his voice low but full of mischief.

Y/N laughed, her hands coming up to rest on his broad chest. "Oh, I know I could," she said confidently. "But could you handle this much fun all the time?"

Roman's smile was wide and genuine, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm pretty sure I could manage."

They fell into a comfortable rhythm, trading playful banter as the evening unfolded around them. There was no pressure, no weight of the future bearing down on them—just lightness, laughter, and the quiet joy of being together.

"Imagine a world like that," Y/N said softly after a few minutes, her voice thoughtful. "Where it's always just us."

Roman looked down at her, his expression shifting from playful to something softer, more tender. "I think about it all the time," he admitted, brushing his thumb against her face. "I know life gets crazy, but… I love these moments with you. They make everything else worth it."

Y/N's heart swelled at his words, her smile growing as she reached up to cup his face. "You know I'd be happy with more of this, right? You don't always have to be the big, tough guy. You're enough just like this."

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, one that was sweet and slow, filled with all the warmth that came so naturally when they were together. "I just want to make you happy," he murmured against her mouth, his breath warm against her skin.

Y/N grinned, her hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer. "You already do."

They kissed again, but this time it was playful, Roman's lips tugging at hers as he teased her with little nips and gentle bites. Y/N giggled, squirming beneath him as his kisses trailed down her neck.

"Roman!" she squealed, laughing as he nuzzled into her shoulder, his beard tickling her skin.

"What?" he asked innocently, though the grin on his face gave him away. "You're the one who said I should relax more."

Y/N playfully swatted at his arm, her laughter bubbling up as she tried to wriggle out from under him. "This isn't relaxing! You're tormenting me!"

Roman grinned down at her, his eyes shining with amusement. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet."

Before she could respond, he scooped her up in his arms, rolling over so that she was sprawled on top of him. Y/N's laughter quieted, her smile softening as she looked down at him.

"How did I get so lucky?" Roman asked, his hands resting lightly on her waist, his thumbs brushing her sides in soft, slow circles.

Y/N's heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. "I think I'm the lucky one."

They stayed like that for a while, the weight of the world far away as they simply enjoyed each other's presence. There were no deep conversations about the future, no fears or doubts creeping in. Just laughter, warmth, and the sweet, comfortable love they shared.

Eventually, Y/N rolled to lay at Roman's side and rested her head on Roman's chest again, listening to the soothing rhythm of his breathing. "You know," she said quietly, a smile tugging at her lips, "if every night were like this, I think we'd be pretty happy."

Roman hummed in agreement, his hand sliding through her hair. "We'd be more than happy," he said, his voice soft and content. "We'd be unstoppable."

Y/N chuckled, lifting her head to meet his gaze once more. "Unstoppable, huh?"

He grinned, pulling her closer. "Yeah. Just you and me. We could take on anything."

"Imagine that," she whispered, her heart full as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Just us."

Roman's smile softened, his hand resting on her cheek as he kissed her back, slow and tender. "I don't need to imagine," he murmured, his voice full of warmth and certainty. "I already have everything I need."

And as they lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms, Y/N knew he was right. They didn't need anything more than this—just each other and the quiet, joyful moments that made life worth living.

Roman's hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, sending shivers down her back. He pulled back slightly, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked down at her. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I want you."

Her breath caught in her throat, her body responding instantly to his words. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you too."

He moved slowly, his hands gliding over her body, exploring every inch of her with a reverence that made her feel cherished. His lips found hers again; this time, the kiss was deeper, more urgent, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment.

Y/N's hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under her touch. She could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling tighter with every passing second. Roman's hands slipped beneath her shirt, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her waist, making her gasp as he pulled it gently over her head.

"So beautiful," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with longing. "Every part of you."

She shivered, her body arching into his touch as he continued his exploration, his hands moving higher, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her bra. Y/N bit her lip, her hips shifting restlessly as the sensations grew more intense.

Roman's lips left hers, trailing down her jawline to her neck, where he placed soft, open-mouthed kisses that made her moan softly. His hands worked deftly, unhooking her bra and slipping it off her shoulders, exposing her to his heated gaze.

"Perfect," he breathed, his eyes locked on her bare chest. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to tease her nipple, making her cry out in pleasure. He suckled gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, alternating between soft bites and gentle licks.

Y/N's hands tangled in his hair, her nails scraping lightly against his scalp as she urged him on. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. Roman's hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, his fingers finding the slick heat between her legs.

"So wet for me," he growled, his voice husky with desire. He rubbed her clit in slow, deliberate circles, his thumb pressing firmly against the bundle of nerves. Y/N's hips bucked involuntarily, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Roman," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "I need you."

He pulled back, his eyes blazing with intensity as he looked down at her. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

"I need you, Roman," she repeated, her voice stronger this time.

With a growl of satisfaction, Roman surged forward, his mouth capturing hers in a bruising kiss as he pushed her pants and panties down her legs. Y/N kicked them off impatiently, her body trembling with anticipation.

Roman positioned himself between her thighs, his hardness pressing against her core, and Y/N whimpered in anticipation. He paused, his eyes searching hers, seeking permission. She nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

"Roman," she gasped, her voice breaking with urgency.

With a groan, he thrust inside her, filling her completely. Y/N cried out, her body clenching around him as the sensation overwhelmed her. Roman held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust, his forehead resting against hers as they both struggled to catch their breath.

"God, Y/N, you feel so good," he muttered, his voice strained with effort. He began to move, his hips rolling slowly at first, then picking up speed as the passion between them intensified.

Y/N's nails dug into his back, her body rising to meet his thrusts, the rhythm building between them. Roman's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more desperate.

"Harder," she panted, her voice hoarse with need.

He complied, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his pace quickening as they both approached the edge. Y/N's body tightened, her orgasm building rapidly, the waves of pleasure crashing over her in relentless waves.

"Roman, I'm close," she gasped, her voice high and desperate. "So close."

"Me too, baby," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Come with me."

With one final, powerful thrust, they both shattered, their bodies convulsing in unison as they reached the peak of ecstasy. Roman buried his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he rode out the wave of his own release.

For a moment, they lay there, entwined, their hearts pounding in sync as they basked in the afterglow. Roman's hands stroked her back gently, his touch soothing and tender as they both drifted in the haze of their shared pleasure.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice soft and reverent. "I love you."

She smiled, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "I love you too, Roman. So much."

He kissed her tenderly, his lips lingering on hers as they both savored the connection between them. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them wrapped in the golden glow of the setting sun.

Thank you for reading!

No Pressure Tags: @alyyaanna @harmshake @crimbabyops @claymoresofinfamy23 @cyberdejos2 @mamirhodessxox @smile1318

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crimbabyops · 3 months ago

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IM KICKING MY FEET ON HOW GOOD IT ISS

Where I Belong

🤍 Summary: You and Roman’s relationship is marked by intense love and equally intense conflict. 🤍 Pairings: Roman Reigns x Fem Reader 🤍 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, Language, Smut, Fluff, Angst 🤍 Word Count: 2.3k 🤍 Notes: Anonymous Request - Thank you to the sweet requestor who suggested Mad by Ne-Yo as the inspiration. I experimented with perspective shift on this one, just for fun. Hope you enjoy!

Oh, baby, I know sometimes It's gonna rain But baby, can we make up now' Cause I can't sleep through the pain Girl, I don't wanna go to bed (Mad at you) And I don't want you to go to bed (Mad at me)

- Y/N -

They say that time heals all wounds, but in my experience, time feels more like an open wound when it comes to Roman and me. There are moments when being with him brings me life, but there are also times when it feels like I'm drowning.

I had anticipated that his busy schedule would make it challenging for us to spend time together, but I had hoped that the moments we did share would be undisturbed and meaningful. Instead, I have been feeling neglected lately.

Tossing my keys and purse onto the table by the front door, I walked towards the stairs to head straight to the bedroom. Roman's voice reverberated up the stairwell, his footsteps echoing against the walls as the front door slammed shut behind him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he called out. "Bed," I replied, my tone curt. "Yeah? It's like that now?" Roman said from behind me.

I pressed on, climbing the stairs while purposefully ignoring him. As I prepared to take another step, the stairs emitted a creaking sound, and Roman's large hand suddenly gripped the back of my arm.

"Let go," I said, frozen in the stairwell, my eyes swelling with tears.

I didn't want Roman to see me like this. I wasn't ready to face these feelings bubbling up in my stomach, swirling in my chest, and catching in my throat. He clutched my wrist with a forceful grip, swiftly pivoting me around.

The sudden movement made me lose my balance, and I descended onto the steps. Towering above me, his large figure eclipsed the surroundings as he leaned in, our faces drawing near. Our breaths intertwined, our lips mere inches apart.

His voice pleaded with urgency as he said, "Talk to me, Y/N. I won't let you keep walking away." When our gaze locked, I could see the concern in his eyes as he noticed the tears welling up in mine.

"I can't keep fighting for us alone, Roman. I need you to meet me halfway," I choked out. Roman's grip on my wrist loosened as he breathed a deep sigh, his weary eyes meeting mine.

"Baby, I'm doing the best I can. Give me a break," he replied, his voice tinged with slight annoyance.

"Give you a break?" I laughed. "I've been giving you a break for months, Roman. You choose your job over me every single time. We can't even go to dinner without you completely distracted by work."

Roman glared at me, his gaze tracing my body with a hungry glint. I became acutely aware of my awkward position on the stairs. The skirt of my dress was hiked up over my thighs. A sudden wave of heat washed over me as Roman gazed at me intently, taking in every detail. He ran his hand across my thigh, slow and calculated.

"Distracted by something else right now.", he muttered.

I gently reached out to him, brushing the tips of my fingers against the roughness of his beard. As I fought the urge to draw him in for a kiss, I found myself enveloped in his body heat, surrounded by the intoxicating blend of his cologne and the fresh scent of his shampoo.

I rolled my head back slightly as his calloused fingertips roamed up my inner thigh, seconds from complete surrender. I exerted desperate self-control as I reached out and grasped his hand, bringing him to a halt. His intense gaze bore into me.

"No," I firmly stated, "You're not going to charm your way out of this." "Fine," said Roman as he lifted me up. "I'll just fuck off then. That what you want?" I stood up and stared at him, furious with his dismissive attitude. He waved me away with his hand and said sharply, "Go on." I turned around and felt my sadness change to anger, spreading through my veins like poison. "Fuck you," I whispered.

I cautiously ascended the stairs, feeling the weight of Roman's motionless form chilling the air behind me. Each step echoed in the silence, and I hesitated to glance back, afraid of the anguish etched on his frozen face. Reaching the sanctuary of our bed, I sank into its soft embrace, seeking solace in the comfort of a pillow, my throat searing with the intensity of my conflicting emotions.

- ROMAN -

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, the coolness of the stairwell wall offering a brief respite as I rested my forearm against it. The weight of Y/N's anger lay heavy on my shoulders. She had every right to feel betrayed by my absence and failure to be there for her.

Work had been relentlessly demanding, and I had poured all my physical and emotional energy into it. Yet, Y/N held my heart just as fiercely. The internal struggle tears at me, leaving me paralyzed by the impossibility of choosing between the two.

For some reason, I enjoy the ache in my chest when we fight. It makes me feel something. Anger is easier. But every argument takes us one step further away from what we used to be. We can't keep going to bed mad at each other. It's tearing us apart.

I need to fix this.

I pause in the stairwell for a moment, imagining Y/N curled up in our bed. Her skirt probably hiked carelessly up her thighs. I groaned at the thought, the fabric of my pants tightening against my skin. My eyes drift to the ceiling, my head swirling with thoughts of her skin against mine. And then her last words, "fuck you" echoed in my ears. Anger burned in my chest. I wasn't going to let the night end like that. I took a deep breath and silently ascended the stairs.

- Y/N -

I yawned, feeling the exhaustion settle in as my eyelids grew heavy and slowly closed. The hushed creak of the floor met my ears as the door behind me swung open, prompting me to turn my head, muscles tensing in apprehension. I caught sight of Roman's imposing, shadowy silhouette advancing towards the bed. Through the dim light, I could just make out the contours of his frame as he removed his shirt, his movements unfolding silently as he stood over me.

"Roman," I said, remaining still. "Shh," he replied. I didn't press further and turned my head back around.

He didn't turn on the light, indicating he didn't want to argue. I felt the bed dip behind me, and he lay down, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. I didn't know why he was here. I was fine sleeping next to him, but since we were both mad, it would be better to give each other space tonight.

But then I felt him roll toward me, snaking his arm around my waist. Each breath I took seemed to shrink my lungs, making it harder and harder to breathe. I could feel a vein in my neck pulsating as Roman's breath brushed against my skin. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he was kissing my jaw and taking my breast possessively in his hand. His long hair cascaded over my face.

"What are you-" His hand moved between my legs, and he gripped me tight as he thrust his hips against me. "Roman!" I cried, scrambling to push his hands away and get off the bed.

He held me down and pushed me onto my back, climbing on top of me and pinning my hands above my head. His mouth slammed into mine, rough and dominating. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to twist my head away until he forced his tongue in my mouth, and I paused to stop pretending like I wasn't enjoying this.

Despite my lingering anger, I yearned for him. I wanted to feel him all over me: the weight of his body, his smooth skin, his silky hair, and the raised texture of his tattoos. I wanted him to take me; the adrenaline from our fight still heating my blood.

Roman paused dramatically, his eyes locking onto mine as he finally began to speak, taking advantage of my undivided attention.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I don't want to fight with you. I want to do better." Roman took a deep breath while still holding my hands above my head, my chest heaving and my head spinning with lust. "I want to be better for you. Be the man you deserve. Starting now. I don't want to lose you."

I looked into his eyes, and I could see the pain reflected in them as he spoke. I felt a sense of validation at that moment, finally drawing out some honesty and development.

"I forgive you.", I sighed. Roman tightened his grip around my wrists, causing me to gasp. "And you? You gonna apologize for that mouth?" he said. I shook my head playfully. "Nope." "You sure that's wise?" questioned Roman. "Aw, am I making you angry again?" I teased.

I strained to sit up, anticipating that he would release his grip on me, but he didn't. With one arm, so much stronger and heavier than mine, he kept me firmly pinned in place. My eyes traced over the intricate pattern of Roman's tattoos while he peeled my skirt up to my waist with his other hand. I squirmed underneath him, the ache between my legs becoming unbearable.

He came towards me, seized the back of my neck, and drew me in close to him. I whimpered as his mouth collided with mine. Suddenly, he was everywhere. His hand squeezing my neck, his other hand gripping my ass, my arms around his neck, and his hips pressing hard between my thighs. His mouth covered mine, and we kissed hard and fast. He bit my lip, dragging it out with his teeth.

"Apologize," he grunted. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I breathed over his mouth, our soft lips taunting each other.

He shoved my clothes up over my chest and started sucking on my breast as he nestled himself between my legs. I groaned and closed my eyes, fire blossoming on my nipple and over my skin.

"Roman," I moaned. "We're not talking right now," he gritted out, moving to the other.

His tongue felt hot on my skin. I reached down and undid his belt, forcing his pants down his hips. He ground himself on me, and I rolled my hips to meet him over and over. I cried out, feeling the harsh nudge of his hard length against my clit. He planted a hand over my mouth, dry humping me as he leaned in close.

"Oh, now you want this?" he asked fiercely, his hand sinking to my throat. I nodded, grunting and rubbing harder to chase my orgasm, which was already starting to peak. I leaned forward and snatched up his mouth. "So fucking hungry, huh?" His words. God, his words. He was forgiven for everything. I can't even remember what we were fighting about anymore. "Fuck me," I choked out.

Roman grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into his chest while I dragged the waistband of his boxers down, his hard cock slapping up onto his skin. We groaned in unison as I stroked its length, my thumb grazing up his shaft. I pushed my panties aside and lined him up with my opening. An electric jolt spread down my legs, and my center flooded with warmth.

He slammed himself into me, and I cried out. Both of us panting and grunting as he fucked me harder, his girth stretching me wide as he thrust himself in all the way to the base. I slipped my hands over his broad, muscular back, feeling his skin starting to stick with sweat, and buried my face into his chest, grazing his skin with my teeth.

I let myself be drowned by the man on top of me. And when I came, the wild bliss rushing up my spine, eyes rolling back in my head, and my body violently shaking, I cried, purging my emotions, letting go of everything. Roman pressed himself into me as deep as he could go before erupting inside me, nuzzling my ear and into my neck with his deep groans.

We stayed there, unable to move as our orgasms faded away. I hooked my legs around his back as seconds turned into a minute. And a minute turned into two. His fingers threaded through my hair as he kissed me softly, his beard tickling my chin. Deep, long, and slow, I lost all sense of time. I could kiss him forever.

Roman slipped his hand down, the tips of his fingers brushing between my folds. I squirmed back, a slight sting lingering from his friction. But I quivered too as if I had another round left in me.

"Is fighting our foreplay?" he said, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I don't know, but I like it," I replied. "I like it, too. Still mad?" Roman asked, leaving electric kisses along my collarbone. I rolled my eyes slightly. "No," I couldn't help but smile. "You?" He took my lips, giving them gentle pecks. "No."

Roman slid himself back up between my legs, his lips landing over my ear. "You got your angry fuck. Now I get my sweet one." Roman's voice low. "Oh, really?" I challenged. "Mhm," he said, peeling off my disheveled layers of clothes.

I stretched my arms overhead as he trailed his mouth down my body, my tense muscles finally relaxing. Goddamn him. He knew exactly what to do and say to get my body needy again.

With anyone else, at any other time, I might be scared that our relationship was in danger, but Roman showed me where his heart was. I didn't doubt him.

My legs were still shaking from what we'd just done, but Roman's gaze indicated that we were far from finished. "You know," he started, "I don't remember a time when I didn't love you. When you look at me, when you touch me, when I'm inside you, I'm completely in love with my life, Y/N. You belong with me."

I closed my eyes and breathed him in, "I love you, Roman." "This is where I belong."

Thank you for reading!

No Pressure Tags: @alyyaanna @harmshake @crimbabyops @claymoresofinfamy23 @cyberdejos2 @mamirhodessxox @smile1318

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