#like just once every few months to throw ppl off their rhythm

[omuse]

𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  …  lyle  song  was  known  as  the  adventurous  &  independent  historian  with  a  reputation  for  being  a  lee  dongwook  doppelganger  .   but  now  ,  under  the  stress  of  the  war  on  the  horizon  ,  the  natural  born  unaffiliated  siren  has  become  widely  known  for  being  rather  demanding  &  difficult  .   let’s  see  how  long  the  oriana  native  will  last  during  this  war  .   after  all  they’re  only  thirty  eight  years  old  .   +  he  /  him  &  cis  male  ,  original  character.

hi everyone ! it’s me again, kay, 20, who resides in the gmt +3 timezone and goes by she / her pronouns, i’m over the moon to be finally bringing lyle, a siren, and i apologize in advance for any typos bc its 4 am !! a quick summary, he is a historian who is currently in a bind w a dark witch and is doing everything he can do get out of it, so resides in oriana w him ! as always, i would love to establish plots and connections for him, so please don’t hesitate to hit me up or give this a heart and i’ll come to you instead <3

BIOGRAPHY

one.

it begins with a baby being left to the orphanage, by a young mother, too young to take care of him by herself. so, with teary eyes and a last kiss to his cheeks, he is left only with an embroidered handkerchief and a name. nothing else.

the first eight years of his life isn't easy — he is too full of energy, labeled as a handful by most of the workers there. his attempts to escape are seldom fruitful, he can't get too far away before he is caught, reprimanded yet again, being told that no one will want him like this — that he will be here until he's an adult if he keeps it up. while young lyle utters that so be it, his heart stings, and he quietens down each time.

two.

there is another attempt of adoption when he is eight, but after it doesn't go well - lyle is there for another three years before the song family adopts him. he is apprehensive at first, after bad experiences and never being wanted drilled into his mind, all he has is to lash out, but this time, he tries to behave, too tired of friends leaving, of reprimands, of never being enough.

and luckily to him, songs don't expect much. a couple who can't conceive naturally, too rich and busy for their own good- decide to adopt, make a family for themselves without ever being around their kid. there are times lyle wishes they were here around, the first few months where he proudly shows the sketches he made, the grades he got from his private lessons. it's mostly received with a 'i'm busy, later-" and on the very few occasions he is complimented, something is off.

this family, the way he is supposed to belong, lyle finds underwhelming, as if something is fundamentally missing. but soon enough, he falls into rhythm, enjoying the private tutors, and that whenever he shows interest, he can learn about other subjects. history fascinates him endlessly, and it's all he wants from them, books and books, more lessons — and pleased with a picture-perfect son, they let him buy whatever his heart wishes.

three.

soon enough, he falls into a routine, of reading and studying whatever he wishes, managing to have some time off to himself to visit the surrounding areas as well. it's then that there is a new addition to his family, enough to throw him off rhythm, surprised to see them introducing a new brother to him.

micah song, a small boy with wide eyes, lyle is at a loss for words. while a part of him is unsure, unpleased with such sudden change — the other part of him wants to be better than that. doesn't want the boy to be disappointed by the lack of love surrounding the song family, the cold walls that surround them no matter how well decorated it is. so, he promises himself to be the best big brother he can be, and gives him a warm hug, tells him to call him hyung.

and maybe, just as he's trying so hard to give this boy a family, he'll find one too.

four.

it becomes less lonely with micah around, and although it takes some time getting used to, lyle finds himself smiling more often, sharing what he knows, laughter echoing off of the walls of their too big rooms. and while they become a handful sometimes, trying recipes and messing the kitchen — those are one of the best times of lyle's life.

five.

then things begin shifting, micah seems to hide things, now that he has grown up more, there is a distance between them lyle doesn't know how to deal with. he himself is an adult now, but a part of himself wants to cling on to his little brother, to times where they were closer. so, when, suddenly, the boy disappears, lyle knows he has run away. imagines remembering him hunched over papers, writing letters to someone — a lover, a friend, one thing or another. a better family.

it stings, that he wasn't enough for him, that as he grew older, micah didn't trust him anymore. lyle knows too well himself that the song family was far from perfect, but he had hoped they were family, in one way or another. and with micah gone, he feels bitter, and buries himself into his work instead, into books and history, academics, yearning for more and more knowledge.

six.

years go by faster for lyle once he begins studying, he gets his degrees, bachelor, masters, doctorate. he takes gap years in between where he travels under the sea, visiting new places, learning more people. acquainted with his kind, he yearns to know more. sometimes the surface kingdoms as well, though not as often as he likes exploring the ocean.

then- there are the surface people, often sailors. it's intriguing, the way humans are so affected by their songs, foolish to turn into lovesick fools. it's enchanting, and though lyle's life lies with books and travels, he meets sirens who do it often, sings with them, watches the way life leaves humans' eyes. witches hunt his kind like pets, torture mermaids and sirens for their scales every day, and for that reason, he feels no remorse singing them to their demise, for they deserve the worst of fates.

then.

life goes similarly for a while — until during one of his travels near the surface, lyle is caught, tangled in a net of spells. next moment, he is fighting with all he knows, spells leaving his mouth one after another. and somehow- their lives are tangled at the same time, in a net they don't know how to unbind. lyle is furious at the incapable wizard, the way he is forced to be near him- cursed to be in his presence.

there is only one thing he can do, and although he hates it with everything he has, he follows the wizard to his manor in oriana, hoping to help him unbind the curse, so he doesn't have to spend a second longer with him.

PLOT IDEAS

people he knew from the orphanage

family friends / relatives of the songs

first foster fam ? 

other ppl who study history

sirens !

witches he hates

enemies / friends

other creatures he doesnt know of ( mainly surface )

 that’s all for now and im sorry its so late so i hope this makes sense !!! like i said above, pls hit me up for plots or like this and i will come to you <3

#FINALLYY UWU #「 m╰ lyle. 」 #「 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽╰ musings. 」 #tales.intro #intro

[asiryn]

this post is going to be very rambly, so i apologize in advance. if you’re potentially interested in my liveblogs, and/or interested in hearing a bit about my current life and disability issues, tune in. if you aren’t, then....keep scrolling i guess XD

(if you just want the current liveblog schedule, scroll to the bottom)

[and this got predictably very long, so i’m gonna put it behind a cut for convenience] 

up to recently, my main liveblogs have been about the pokemon anime, with a few other shows, books, and especially video games sprinkled in here and there. essentially, waaaay back in yonder year of 2014, netflix added the first season of pokemon, the indigo league, to their site, and i, in a fit of nostalgia, made the veeery questionable decision to watch all of the pokemon anime---rewatching the stuff i hadn’t touched since i was kid, and then continuing on into the unknown, and watching all the seasons from gen 3 onward that i had missed due to dropping out of pokemon. i only really started actually making liveblog posts once i hit gen 3, then i stayed consistent-ish from then onward. (for the curious, i’m up to sun & moon, and i have 44 episodes left until i finish it (i’m not ready ;;;; ), and then netflix actually just dropped the first 12 episodes of the newest series, pokemon journeys, so....56 until i’ve caught up with the dub XD)

so, all of y’all who climbed aboard with those liveblogs are probably already aware of Who I Am, at least a little. (....this is making it sound like i’m Some Big Name in liveblogging, but i’m not really anything of the sort, just so we’re all on the same page XD) at least, in terms of the fact that i’m physically disabled, suffer from chronic pain, etc. but recently, i’ve joined two new fandoms, and i’ve begun liveblogging spop and my next life as a villainess. and my spop posts in particular are already becoming some of the most popular posts i’ve ever done (like wow, you guys). and i think part of that popularity is due to the fact that these are two pretty recent, pretty popular fandoms (tho i do also like to think that i do make good content XP). but the point is that quite a lot of new ppl are coming across me, and idk how much, if any, of you have taken the time to look at my bio or anything. so i guess....part of this post is just some ruminations, but also my way of letting you know more of what you’re getting into. 

so, for those who don’t know: hi, you can call me kiryn, i liveblog stuff sometimes, and i’m physically disabled. i suffer from intense, constant, chronic pain. it stems from a bone disease called HME, or hereditary multiple exostosis, if you’re curious (i have a severe case of it, joy of joys). the short version of what that means is that i have a lot of bone spurs everywhere on my body, and they....cause me a lot of pain. basically, i cannot do any kind of sustained activity without the already significant, never-ceasing pain that i feel cranking up to unbearable levels, and basically i’ll be rendered immobile. i do have pain meds that i take, and that very much help to take the edge off, and make it so that i can function at all (bc, believe fucking me, w/o them, i wouldn’t be able to achieve even the little i can do), but even with them, it only makes a dent in my pain levels, and again, sustained activity makes up that difference very quickly. 

now, the gist of this stuff i’ll mention from time to time, but....i don’t usually go into much detail about it (and this post is probably the most detailed i’ve been about my condition in years). bc, quite frankly, it’s depressing. (and seeing as i also already have clinical depression, that’s definitely not something that i need more of XD) i participate in fandoms for escapism, and bc i don’t really want to think about that crushing mountain of reality. i’ve had this condition since birth, and i’ve literally lived my entire life in constant pain, and i honestly have no fucking idea what it even feels like to be painless. and what’s even worse is that it’s a degenerative disease---essentially, the bone spurs are wearing down my joints, so....my entire condition will just keep worsening as i get older. (and no, surgery to remove the spurs isn’t really an option.) i’ll be 29 next month, and i can already tell you, i’ve been feeling that decline sharply. when i was a kid, i could still run. by the time i was a teenager, i couldn’t even do that anymore; the best i could manage was a jog. now....i don’t think i could even do that. 

i guess the main point in why i’m saying all this, is that for the last year especially, i’ve been dealing with the worst downward swing that i’ve had in years. in my late teens and early-mid 20s, i got into a pretty good rhythm, of knowing my body’s limits, how to budget spoons to accomplish things, etc. but now even that fragile equilibrium has been thrown out the window, and i’m currently struggling to learn the new limits and rhythm of this downward swing that is unfortunately now my reality. even before, i was pretty limited on what i could accomplish, but even that narrow window has shrunk even further. so basically, i’m in the testing zone still. and it’s a very slow process, bc once i exceed the limit, my body breaks down, and now it takes me even longer to recover. as an example, i used to know that i could wake up in the morning and get ready to leave the house in 20-30 mins. now? i need at least an hour, which involves me pushing through a wave of agony to be able to take my pain meds in the first place, and then wait for those meds to kick in and the pain to die down enough to move without feeling like i’m moving through a wall of spikes. (and that’s just the start of every day for me, and before even throwing in all of the other variables)

so, coming back to the liveblogs......obviously, that’s affected by all this too. if you’ve wondered why there’s been a gap between me finishing up spop s1 and starting s2....that’s why. partly, i didn’t expect how analysis-heavy i was going to get on spop; pokeani just doesn’t tend to be as consistently thematically deep, so those liveblogs took far less out of me than spop has, and pushing myself to finish 5 episodes in one day....well, it was too much. and the thing is, it’s obviously unhealthy for me to continually push myself to the point of total breakdown, so...that’s where learning my new limits comes in. so, these past few days, i’ve been thinking, and essentially trying to better figure out how to do liveblogs like this without pretty much killing myself in the process (bc i honestly do love making them....i mean, if i didn’t, then it really wouldn’t be worth the literal pain it takes to make them XD). and also there’s a component of managing my anxiety-brain, bc leaving things Unfinished stresses me out, and so when coming to terms with the fact that it’s going to take me awhile to finish one show....knowing that i’d be leaving others hanging....Doesn’t Help XD

so, here’s what i’ve got so far (and obvs, this is subject to much tweaking in the future XP)

currently, i’m watching 4 shows: pokeani, good omens, villainess, and spop. villainess rn is the least of my worries, bc 1 ep is coming out a week, so it’s not demanding a lot of my time. 

for the other 3, here’s the preliminary schedule i’ve sort of hashed out:

- pokeani sm103-106

- spop s2

- pokeani sm107-110

- spop s3 

- pokeani sm111-114

- spop s4

- pokeani sm115-118

- spop s5 

- pokeani sm119-122

- good omens

- pokeani sm123-126

- [catch up block] (i don’t have a good track record in keeping up with ongoing shows, so if i fall behind on villainess, this is where i can catch up)

- finish pokeani sun & moon [sm127-146] (the league starts on ep 128, so i’d rather not experience any big interruptions in the battles XD)

basically, i’ve given myself a limit of 4 pokeani eps in a single session (bc as stated, they don’t take as much out of me), and with spop, the most i’ll let myself watch in a row will be 3 eps (s2 will probably be broken up into a 3/2/2 block, s3 a 3/3 block, and s4&5 will be a 3/3/3/2/2 block).

now, keep in mind that i’m very deliberately making no guarantees about specific days, bc who even knows, but at the very least, scheduling and talking it all out like this will help me to better manage my spoons, and if you’ve actually read this far, then you’ll know the method in the madness and why i’m doing things this way. XD the vague goal is to get in a least 1 liveblog session a week (plus a bonus of the new villainess ep on saturdays)---at least for the shows. i’m still having to working out what i’m going to do about video games....maybe i should just go on a ‘once a week’ model for all my hobbies across the board XDD

in the next couple of days, i’ll be posting that in-depth look into all the ships of villainess (it started as me just pecking down a few thoughts while i was taking a social media break due to the Current Events, but now i’m at the point where i’m like, i’ve put too much effort into this to not post it, damn it XP), and then depending on spoons, i’ll try to start in on that schedule this week, so stay tuned for some pokeani! (again....i’ll try to hit at least 1 liveblog a week before i start trying to get more ambitious XDD)

in any case, if you have stuck through to the end, thank you very much. your support means a lot to me 💖

#kiryn's adventures in liveblogging #kiryn watches pokemon #kiryn watches spop #kiryn watches she ra #kiryn watches my next life as a villainess #kiryn watches good omens #life updates #disability talk #scheduling

[helloimnotlame]

Baby It’s Cold Outside - Seth Rollins Smut

A/N: Hi all ! This one is also for my ppl w/anxiety hoLLA. There's one daddy and slight degradation. Long bc of light-fluff srry. Thanks for reading - feedback is vv appreciated !!

OC|Winter Time!!|Seth has to leave home|Fluff & Emotions|Shower Sex + Dom Seth

The dark void that rested your eyes and eased the movement of your body filled with nothing other than creativity of your mind classified as a dream kept you sunk into that state every human needed - sleep. Your energy absorbing body laid faintly against the couch where you fell asleep to the rhythm of heartbeats sponsored by the man that took yours for marathons - Seth Rollins. Only, he wasn't there anymore. He was wide awake preparing to leave for the job he paid sweat and tears all his life to live through. Your generated illusions of reality were broken by the sensations of his very  lips against the soft skin of your forehead. Your eyelashes fluttered open, your eyes to adjusting to the morning light as you took in your lover Seth who was hovered over you. 

He was already dressed and by the looks of it - prepared to take off to the endless roads that stopped at the arena his was to perform at. A exhausted sigh escaped your lips. When you heard the news nights ago, you had spent all the time regretting this exact moment to arise. "Awh cmon babe - not even a good morning" Seth chuckled at you - your first reaction to seeing him in the morning being a mumble. He knew you dreaded these days and ever so thought your reaction to his departures were adorable. Apart from him actually leaving his world behind  he adored knowing that you loved him enough to not want him to leave your side. You sighed again as if exposed, your adjusted eyes meeting his gaze. "Good morning Seth" you smiled sweetly, a pinch of dread hidden in each corner of your smile. Seth's lips met yours in a deep yet quick peck, his eyes taking in the lovely essence of seeing your morning state.

 "Hey now, that's better alright. Now come say goodbye to your boyfriend hm?" Seth's words were blanketed by his raspy voice as he took you into his arms, helping you stand up. "Goodbye ? Didn't I just say good morning " A chuckle followed your remark, the pads of your bare feet hitting the cold wood flooring below you stunning cold vibes throughout your skin momentarily. Once you were up you and Seth walked up to the door. 

"What about a jacket?" You suggested trying to prevent Seth from leaving every second you could. He paused just as his hand went for the door knob "A jacket? I already have one on" he dismissed referring to the flimsy black jacket covering his arms making your eyebrows raise hastily. You knew that wasn't enough to keep him warm especially at this time in the day where it was just barely 30 outside. "Seth - are you-  its cold as shit outside you need another jacket on" Your voice leaked assertion at the wild thought. You could picture him now running laps in place to keep warm - adding to fact that you wouldn't be there to take care of him... did he really think you were gonna let him go outside like that? 

Your lips smacked, your cold feet gripping against the floor as you shuffled to the hall closet filled with all of the two of yous bulky or out of season wear, your ear filling with Seth's protests. Seth had worn the jacket all day and it kept him snug so in his mind it was a piece of cake for him to go out the same way. Your eyes scanned the aisle of hangers until your hands gripped the hook of a thick dark denim jacket, your heels turning to meet him. "Here wear this - even if you wear it over that thing it still matches what you have on " you nearly begged Seth who shook his head indefinitely. His thick bottom lip folded over his thinner top, brimming just below the tamed dark hairs of his beard. 

"No, no, look - I'm from Iowa I don't need this crap - no look at this it looks like something from a renaissance fair" He dismissed, insisting he leave the house with only his Black and Brave track suit on. You giggled lightly as his stubbornness. When Seth thought he was right he was a hard man to persuade.  "I mean thank you for worrying about me but your man's got this babe" He took the hanger clad jacket from your hands returning it to the closet, the spark of his soft warm touch filling your hands. His silky dark brown eyes gazed down into you, using the grip to pull you into his chest. You rested your chin on top of the muscular pecs, shaking your head side to side with another small giggle leaving your lips.  "You're gonna freeze your ass off Rollins" and he was. No matter how 'Iowan' you were your balls could turn blue going outside in the current weather. "Nah, Nah, I got this baby girl" his voice was full of pride and dulcet reassurance , his lips grazing against yours inducing a passionate kiss, your cold lips lapping for each others warmth. Seth hummed off into the kiss, succumbing to seduction by the taste of your lips, the two of you inches away from losing yourself in each other until he forced himself away, his index finger pulling his sleeve back to look at the shining watch clad on his wrist. 

"Welp babe, a man's gotta work" he stated resentfully it being 5 minutes over the time he was supposed to leave for his prolonged road trip. A sad sigh escaped your lips, heavy eyes hitting the floor, the realization that he actually has to leave setting in. The face of fact that you really had to revisit the cruel long for him that was put away when he came back home. "Hey now babe.." Seth trailed off softly watching your head fall. His heart pained seeing you upset and knowing he indirectly caused it made him feel even worse. Seth didn't like being away from you infact he hated it but it was the compromise for doing what he loved. If it was all up to him , he'd spend the rest of his days with you laying in the comforts of the warm duvet and blissful pillows of your bed all day long but he especially didn't want this to be the last expression he saw you with. His rough - velvet to touch skinned hands cupped the sides of your face, forcing you to meet his gaze, his face inclining forward so that his nose pressed against yours. "I'll be back soon , alright baby?" He contained his raspy speech to a low mutter, his words being more of a statement than a question. He too was also ass at saying goodbye to what he cherished as he was never the lovey-duvy type and often couldn't find the right words to say . His eyes swam desperately into yours - his ocean to search for the sign you understood his words so his mind wasn't flooded with worry that you had anxiety while he was gone. 

Goosebumps glistened across your skin as if you could feel his emotions, as if you could sense how much he cared about you like thorns on a rose. The feeling he gave off made up for the lack of words his lips couldn't quite form.You found it in yourself to nod,  a soft "Okay" crawling out the brim of your lips. You knew Seth had roads to ride, weights to lift, crowds to perform for, a universe to satisfy and didn't want to keep him from it selfishly. Feeling satisfied that you understood, Seth carried shame in a nod, forcing himself away from you. You took the chance to grasp the unpierced tender lobe of his ear with your fingertips playfully not being able to swallow anymore of the sorrow filled atmosphere. 

Seth's thick eyebrows raised on top of his forehead  in reaction, his face tensing into a playfully stern mask to hide his laughs. Laughs spilled from your mouth, knowing he hated when people touched his ears it being grounds for him to swear death in his eyes but in yours it was only an opportunity to throw him off. "You know I'd get you if I had the time" he teased, his sweater tightening against  his arms as he wrapped them across his chest stubbornly, the gaze laid on you following suit in stubbornness. 

Soft light-hearted laughs spilled from your mouth , your arms clutching Seth's guarded one. You inclined your body into his to kiss the  narrow lips painted across his face. "Go" you encouraged him to leave while you were in an permitting mood. Seeing your smile itched one onto Seth's mouth by force, his whole demeanor lightly up just by the sight. He planted one last kiss to the brim of your forehead before turning to the front door. "I'll be back before you know it" he promised , a "you better" mumbling from under your breath. As he walked to the front door, everything seemed to move in slow motion. You followed mindlessly behind him, as if your brain was hiding from  the experience underway. "Love you always and forever and stuff like that" Seth vowed, swinging his key ring around his fingers, the other one turning to cold metal door knob that sanctuarized your home.

 "Love you too Se-" you started off shyly until the cold air of outside attacked your skin pulling you into reality. Seth's raspy laugh joined the cold in the air as he watched you jump to the sound of winter.  "Oh my - go please" your fingers pressed against his flimsy jacket pushing featherly signaling him to leave, causing his laugh to erupt."How do you even survive without me" He threw his head back lost in humor as he stepped out into the cold air. "Yeah okay love you too Seth" You closed the door immediately behind him, his laughs still audible through the door. Although a smile crept onto your voice at the sweet sound that you'd miss - your body sulked into itself. Your heart going cold wasn't from the breeze that poisoned the warm air of your house, but was from the absence of your lover. You knew he'd be back in a few days - his place of travel being the sister to your current residency but your heart couldn't help but ache at how many goodbyes you had to force out over the months. Not to mention the thoughts that would come when you started to overthink about what he did when he was gone. You knew he loved you to the moon and back but its something you can't help. Occupy. You needed something to keep you busy so you couldn't think about it. A hot shower sounded nice. 

Worn articles of cloth made a river across the bunny fur mess of your bathroom rug, the fiery water grazing touches of tempered angels against your bare skin. Your thoughts sunk away to the sensation of warmth and beats of music you played to occupy the ill air in the empty house to make everything less-lonely. Maybe everything wasn't so bad. Maybe you could actually make it through this time without crumbling to despair. 

A distant yet loud ruffle in the air sparked your attention pulling you out of your thoughts. Did someone break in ? Just perfect timing to die while naked in the shower. But would they really be making that much noise ? The sounds you heard were loud and felt welcomed into your home. It was as if an animal somehow managed to crawl inside. But they stopped. Your mind crawled you into a abyss of fear until you heard the door swing open , your skin jumping indefinitely. "Getting all cleaned up for me huh?" Seth announced his voice booming throughout the bathroom, his voice raspier from the bone chilling frost outside. He was back already. "Seth ?? Why are you here" You questioned loudly, coming down from just fearing for your life. 

"Well, I tried to get on the freeway and this guy in a semi-he just wouldn't let me so I let the monster have it and now I'm back here" Seth explained causing you to roll your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You knew he just too coy to admit that the extreme frost outside was too much for him to bare. But you were glad yet insecure about him choosing to stay. It felt selfish to be the reason he wasn't there to pursue his career but at the same time it felt like you needed him. "Now, make room for one more alright - I'm freezing my ass off" You heard the sound of his zipper followed by the ruffle of his baggy pants material, causing you to laugh "Seth..you know you're supposed to" you started in between giggles until he interrupted. "Yeah I know now cmon" You saw his shaped hairy tan leg step in first before the rest of his muscular physique came in. His dry arm matted against your wet back to spin you around so he was under the water, a sigh of satisfaction spilling from his mouth. "You know, and I did wanna get back at you too" Seth trailed off "That tugging ears thing - not cool". 

"No? I thought it was pretty cute" You giggled in response but truly couldn't tell if he was serious or not judging solely by the tone of his voice which was unreadable. If he was serious it was definitely not the time to send you into a tickling fit or else you'd end up on one of those life alert commercials. "And you know," Seth continued. "I just couldn't pass up the best part about showering together...I can tell if that little pussy is getting wet or not". Goosebumps found it's way to cover your skin through the warm water spraying down on the two of you. "Seth.." you started -  unsure of how to follow being slightly turned on by the comment.  "Oh my - women. The things it takes to get you serious" Seth joked, your fingers shoving his wet toned shoulder in response. "Not funny!" Pouts streamed from your mouth, provoking a laugh from Seth. 

"Hey now I'm supposed to be the one getting back at you" His damp hands cupped your wrists in this, your feet sliding against the slippery tiles as he brought you closer.  "Unless that little pussy is wet huh? You got it wet for daddy?" Seth's voice was deep and seductive your body not being able but react to his language, your legs twitching as your arousal let go to Seth's words. One hand dropped your wrist, his index and middle finger pressing together using the warm shower water to slide against the sensitive skin of your clit. His fingers crept further into your opening until he reached your hole, the tips of his fingers poking into you as if testing water. "Oooh, my girl is all wet" Seth smirked devilishly his fingers continuing to rub you sending pleasure waves throughout your body , ripping soft moans from you. "Mmhm" Seth hummed cockily satisfied completely with the reaction he was getting from you and so his dark lustful eyes filled with your every move. 

"You're a dirty girl you know that huh. I say a few words and you just make a fucking mess" Seth teasingly shamed as he watched you fall to his touch. "Kiss me" he demanded, you immediately following suit to lock your lips into a deep kiss with his. He pressed you against the tile wall, your back sticking up against the smooth chilling surface. His pace quickened, the surface of his damp fingers rubbing your clit viciously into your lustful kiss until he removed them to wrap his hand around the thick erection you put him on.  "You see what you do to me huh? Making me want you - turning me into an animal" Seth purred, guiding his tip to rub small circles right on the sensitive hood of your clit inducing moans from you. "Oh Seth.." you muttered off, gripping onto his arms for extra support from falling victim to the running water, your thighs spreading to allow him entrance. Seth was taken over with lust from the situation, you feeling the dirty eagerness of his cock through each throb it gave as he moved the shower head so that it was shooting directly down the middle of your bodies, highlighting both of your figures. He slipped his wet cock into your hole with no hesitation, a loud moan erupting from your mouth at the pain that shot through your body from the feeling of him invading your tightness. "Seth.." you whimpered, your arms wrapping around his torso as he thrusted his hips synced with rhythm. His face rested against yours, his nose just pressing up against your ear.  "Louder" he demanded as his hips fucked your lower half harder, the pain quickly relieving you into a pool of ecstasy. Your body was too focused on the pleasure to even sound audible which made Seth frustrated, his toned body pressing you harder against the tile wall "You fucking hear me huh dirty girl? I said louder" he demanded through deep raspy groans of pleasure. "Seth!" you moaned louder in the sexist voice you could put on through loosing yourself to his dick.

 "Oh fuck yeah that's my girl" His body pressed closer and closer against yours until you felt your bare ass stick into the wall, his lower half pounding you into it. You couldn't take anymore . Your body drove itself into the valley of pleasure and ecstasy that took over your body your walls tightening around Seth as you screamed out an orgasm through the encouragement of Seth's words. He let out a massive shout feeling you squeeze against him, his eyes tightening at the pleasure. "Ah my fucking god" Your pussy took one more pounding before Seth pulled away, jerking his dick off to ropes of  cum oozing from his swollen head, his face scrunched as he released. You stood there against the tile wall defeated under his lust.  "Holy - so f-ing good baby girl - Oh I would've missed this" Seth confessed to the power of pleasure, his golden body exhausted from the intense orgasm. He flashed a smirk his brown eyes meeting yours. "Alright enough hanky panky let’s get cleaned up" his voice was soft with adoration for you - the woman he loved with the whole of his being - the woman he saw perfect through each imperfection that society could blind her with. You smiled nervously, both your emotions and body a wreck from the hard penetration as you watched him cup a  louffa in his hands, adding a generous amount of body scrub to it. "My back first" he announced, a playful smile crept on his face. You rolled your eyes and got to work scrubbing your lovers back. 

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