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Jade/Charlotte is the same match makes me think neither are winning or one does, they will be out the next round to add to their feud. I definitely see them in a match at SummerSlam,
Stand on principle that Chelsea’s character would KILL the QOTR character.
Trick should have immediately been in the main title scene.
Have his short little feud with Sami at call up because “I’m gonna humble you” or whatever that promo was then…
I think he’s too big to be in the US scene.
Plus the Smackdown ME scene needs to much help.
He could have had a short feud with Damian coming out to Mania (after beating Sami). Or with the injury (?) to Randy got the call to step in instead of Gunther.
I just think he should be fighting Cody, Drew, Randy, Damian instead of Melo, Ilja, Fenix in the mid card scene.
I love you so much 💞 you are truly doing the Lord's work
words: 2.6k -- a dad!Seth Rollins x f!Nanny reader smutfic
warnings: boss x employee, dad x nanny, fingering, teasing, p n v sex, creampie -- basic. let me know if you want more of this dynamic from seth. ;)
"I promise you that he's almost home but remember what he told you," you tell the young girl who's laying in her bed trying her best not to fall asleep. "He was gonna get you ice cream if you were asleep when he got home!"
Roux Rollins smiles up eagerly at you and closes her eyes before telling you, "Good night, Y/N, thank you for babysitting me," and tries her very best to get to bed before her father Seth returned home from work.
You'd been a live-in nanny for Roux for the past year or so since Seth and Becky had divorced. You were still in your senior year working on your college degree so the flexibility of being able to attend classes while Roux was in school was a big bonus.
Your boss was a professional wrestler and a self-proclaimed coffee snob which you didn't think would be a big deal until he'd made you a latte the first morning you'd worked and you were hooked. He'd shown you how to make a 'real cup of coffee' before he'd gone off on the road for the first time.
When Seth was away, it was just you and Roux in the massive house in Davenport, Iowa that he'd bought years before he'd become a father. He liked having his daughter grow up in a small town where nobody gave a damn who he was on TV. He was not who he portrayed himself to be on Monday Night Raw - she'd realized when Roux had asked to watch her daddy on TV one week.
You were surprised at how ripped he was because you'd only ever seen him in old band t-shirts and athletic shorts. His hair was longer than you had expected, again cause it was always tucked up under a baseball hat when you saw him around the house.
"You're welcome Roux, I'll see you in the morning okay?" you ask gently as you tuck her in and stand up, leaving the room and shutting the door quietly.
Technically, now that Roux is down for the night, you're free to do whatever you want and you have the house to yourself for another hour or so until Seth gets home.
He's coming home from Backlash where he finally got one over on Bron Breaker and you can't help but feel a little bit of pride for your boss. You can't imagine how sore he is and you consider getting him some epsom salts and putting them in his bathroom. You stop yourself.
You're there for Roux, you remind yourself, not Seth.
Even though the pair of you over your employment have been flirtatious since jump. You were seemingly just his type and after a week, you wondered if you got the job because of how good you were with kids or because he wanted to be able to look at you after a long day.
You walk into the kitchen and turn on the lights, walking towards the sink and starting to clean the dishes that you had made while getting dinner for Roux ready. You quietly bop your head to the music that's playing on the speaker in the corner of the room, grateful that Seth, since Roux had aged out of Ms. Rachel, had asked you to play whatever you wanted (within reason) to get Roux as cultured as possible.
You're loading dishes into the dishwasher when the garage door into the kitchen opens and Seth appears with a duffle bag in his hand, a sleepy smile on his face as he waves once at you.
"Hey, Y/N," he says in a hushed tone as he starts to take his shoes off. He places his bag down and you give him a genuine smile in a greeting as you shut the dishwasher and turn off the water faucet.
You're drying your hands in a towel when he asks if Roux's asleep and you nod proudly.
"Just got her down, she was stubborn tonight," you inform him — "It's normal though on the nights you're coming home, we just get so excited that you're gonna be back," you state and his face twitches slightly.
"We?" he asks, an eyebrow raised as he rounds the kitchen island and leans against it beside you. His arms cross against his chest and you feel your heart starting to race as he gets closer to you.
"Hmm?" you ask, genuinely confused and he smirks.
"You said 'we just get so excited'," he repeats for you and tilts his head to the side. "Do you get excited when I get home, Y/N?" he asks gently and you feel your lips part and you try to make a sound but fail miserably.
He grins and inches closer to you, his finger reaching out and resting under your chin. He pushes up slightly and watches you intently as your chin rises so you're looking up into his eyes.
"Do you?" he asks again and you purse your lips together before meekly nodding your head a few times. Seth smiles softly and lets go of your chin.
"You're so dangerous," he mumbles gently as his thumb brushes across your bottom lip and you feel yourself leaning up on your tipped toes in hopes he finally kisses you.
He watches you intently and lingers for a second before he bites his bottom lip and lets go of you entirely.
You stare at him, a look of confusion painted across your face and he shakes his head.
"No, it's nothing you did," he rants, "I'm — you make me want things that I can't have," he tells you finally and stares at you.
You feel your stomach drop and you lean against the counter for support as he stands up straight and places his hands on his hips as he thinks out loud.
"You're in college," he laughs at himself and runs his hand over his face. "And — I'm not," he says, "I'm a Dad and I can't be having some fantasy about the nanny—"
"Seth," you state softly but he steamrolls right over your voice.
"Like some sick creep," he continues and you make a face as you wait for him to shut up. Once it's silent a moment later, you speak up again.
"I don't think it's nearly as creepy if you live with the person and they're just as into it as you are," you state matter of factly, hands behind your back as you wait.
He blinks and looks over at you, "You're my employee," he reasons.
"I'm off the clock," you rationalize, shrugging your shoulders. "Besides, I'd view it as a benefit," you grin.
He swallows and glances at the clock as if to confirm that it's well past Roux's bedtime. Once he feels satisfied with everything laid out before him, Seth steps forward and places his hands on either side of you. He grips the counter tops and he hovers over you, staring down at you.
He reaches his right hand up off the counter and to the side of your cheek, pulling you into him. His lips collide against yours and you melt into his touch, gasping gently into the kiss.
Seth reaches down and hoists you up onto the counter now, hands roaming up and down your torso as he does so, his lips still fused to yours. His tongue slides across your bottom lip and you let yours play against his as he steps between your thighs.
You grab at the collar of his sweater and tug it over his shoulder, throwing it to the floor and smirking as you see that he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath it.
He takes the hem of your shirt and yanks, smirking gently as the buttons of your shirt pop apart and he's left with the black lace of your bra.
Seth leans in and slowly trails kisses across your collarbone, his beard starting to tickle as it traces against your skin. You tilt your head back and blush softly.
If someone had told yourself this morning that this was how the evening would turn out, you would've laughed in their face.
Seth was your boss and you always wanted to keep everything professional — and then he'd walk into the room. And it'd go right out the window.
You sigh softly as his fingers start to trail down your stomach and start to fidget with the button of your jean shorts. You shift your hips slightly to help him and he shimmies them off of you with ease once they're undone. He lets his hands reach around to your bare back and he tugs you to the edge of the counter.
He's kicking himself out of his shorts and he lets his free hand reach into your panties, rubbing you slowly. His fingertips rub at your sensitive clit and you gasp as he pulls them to the side and lets the tip of his dick slide up and down against your wetness, teasing you as he watches you intently.
"Shit," he whispers softly, knowing that he has to remain somewhat quiet if he wants to keep this moment alive. The last thing he wants to do is go into Dad mode and put his daughter back to bed because she heard something downstairs. "So fucking wet, Y/N," he states and there's a proud smile on his face.
You bite down on your bottom lip as his cock hits against your clit and you look up at him as he pulls one of your legs up to rest on the counter as he continues to rub himself against you. He smirks as he leans in and presses a rough kiss against your lips and he slides inside of you.
You moan gently into the kiss and you realize that was his plan the entire time. He's slowly shifting his hips to let you adjust to him and when you slowly let your leg drop from the counter to around his waist, he knows he's good to go.
He lets his hand reach down to the thigh that's wrapped around his waist, "God damn, you're so tight," he hisses, shaking his head and throwing his head back. He glances down at you and continues to fuck you as your hands rest on the counter top to keep your balance and from falling over.
He looks down at you and watches as he thrusts in and out of you, watching his dick getting more and more creamy as he moves. He grins gently and picks up his pace a little, "Don't be shy," he states, "Tell me how good it feels, baby."
You smirk gently and bite down on your lip again, "Fuck," you moan softly, "Seth, so good," you manage, feeling his thrusts gaining more and more force as you're speaking. You lick your lips and lean in, whispering into his ear, "I've wanted this for so long," you confess and he grins, "Haven't you noticed since the weather's been nice I've been in shorts and sundresses?" you ask and he grunts, starting to pound into you.
He has noticed. His favorite dress of yours is that little orange one that makes your skin pop in the sun — you girls had been spending so much time in the backyard since the sun had been out more and more. On more than one occasion, he'd walked into the backyard with you standing there with Roux wearing nothing more than cutoffs and a bikini top. Not that he was complaining.
He wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up off of the counter and holds you as he continues to thrust up inside of you. He pauses for a second and quickly makes a move into the living room where he can lay you across the black leather couch.
As you lay back against the couch, he resumes his movements and starts to grab at your hips to gain more leverage than he had before. The sound of your skin hitting starts to echo through the living room and you whimper louder than intended and he's quick to cover your mouth, shaking his head.
"Shhh," he reminds you and plants his right foot on the floor to brace himself. He starts to pound harder into you, right hand between your thighs and rubbing at your clit while his left was covering your mouth still.
Your eyes widen and you groan under his hand and he grins, "That's right, baby," he nods, removing his hand only to replace it with his lips.
His thumb rubs tiny circles against your clit and you whimper into his kiss, closing your eyes as you feel your body starting to get closer and closer to your climax. He leans down and is right above your ear as he whispers, "C'mon, baby, cum for me," he states softly, "I wanna feel you cum all over my cock, you know you can do it," he whispers and you feel your thighs begin to quiver underneath the constant thrusts.
He grins gently as the shakes grow and he watches you unravel underneath him and he feels every bit of your orgasm against him — watching you ride the wave of pleasure that he'd given you. He smiles proudly as you start to come down and you start to move your hips back against him again.
He watches you as he starts his thrusts up again, wrapping his arm around your waist to tug you down closer to him as he starts to bottom out with every thrust. He groans gently and leans down as he starts to cum, pressing his lips against yours and letting every moan and grunt go against your lips instead of filling the room like he wanted to.
As he finishes, his thrusts come to a slow stop and he stands there, dumbfounded at what just happened.
You watch him and are just as shocked.
He stands there for a second before pulling out and quickly making his way into the kitchen and grabbing a few paper towels. He quietly makes his way over to you and hands you a few towels, watching you as you clean up.
"So uh," he says quietly, "Do you want to…stay in my room tonight?" he asks as you finally stand up and pull your shorts back on. He's wrapping you into his arms and kissing at your neck as you think about it.
"Don't you think that might confuse Roux?" you ask gently and he scoffs a laugh out.
"Are you kidding me? She's been asking me if you and I are going to date for the last six months," he states with a serious look on his face.
You blush hard and shake your head laughing, "I mean, I'll stay wherever you think is best," you state and he smiles.
"I've wanted to do that for a really long time," he tells you, a very firm tone in his voice. "And I hope that it doesn't change anything professionally," he states, "Because I know how much Roux loves you — but I just want to make sure that we can still try to get to know each other a little better, personally," he tells you, tracing a line down your shoulder and giving you goosebumps.
You nod gently, "I think we can do that," you state softly as he pecks your lips.
"Great," Seth smiles softly and looks over your shoulder into the kitchen, "Did.. are there any leftovers from dinner? I'm starving," he states and you laugh, hitting his arm gently and walking towards the fridge to get him some dinner.
a/n: i had fun with this one. thank you @eringobragh420 for the request and for the encouragement when I had the sick and depraved idea of seth x babysitter. I love you! xoxo
Good match. I don’t know. I don’t think I like any of Roman’s matches. Maybe because they are always predictable? But then again, most of them are.
I do have issue with the inconsistencies in the refs though… or the portrayal of things. Turnbuckle pulled off and he just tosses it from his hand like it’s a sticky piece of tape he can’t release… last time they tried to put the turnbuckle cover back on. Roman’s arm fell to the mat in the death grip… in every single sleepers of Gunther’s, one arm fall is enough for the win, but in this case it’s not?
Did they just rerun the ending to Cody’s and Randy’s match at Mania?
I do like how he lost and they didn’t just end it and have him acknowledge Roman or anything like that. They had him crash out. This should be on The Clash. I think Jacob should win.
This definitely does not need Solo or The Uso’s involved. At all.
