#hot vessels

[avengineers]

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[lifemod17]

He's been taking head tilt lessons from iv

Source: rubyboland on Instagram

[mr-malumm]

Cringetober day 20: tumblr sexywoman!!!!!!

Golbetty my beloved

[pastlivesxpastlie]

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Cleanse Me with Pleasure

MDNI +18

praisekink!vessel x you

Tags/Heads Up: fem!reader, softbf!vessel, executive dysfunction, praise kink, mutual masturbation, masturbation (m + f), showerhead stimulation, checking in, smut

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You find yourself on a Saturday afternoon staring at your dry erase board…there’s only one task left: an “everything” shower. Oh the plans you have to exfoliate, cleanse, shave practically every square inch of your body as your hair is slathered in a hair masque for 15 minutes! And then to dry your hair and paint your nails and pluck your brows…a heavy sigh leaves your chest.

Vessel puts his arm around your shoulder and gives you a small squeeze.

“I just wish this came easily.” You gesture vaguely to the dry erase board boasting “Everything Shower! :) <3” in pink marker. “I’d feel 100% better if I could just do this one thing.”

Vessel sighs softly and places a kiss on the top of your head. He knows you need to shower and he also loves the thought of you primping and making yourself feel good about yourself…but to what end? Practically every time you finish one of these finely curated “everything showers,” you’re exhausted and overheated. He cocks his head to the side and takes your hand.

“I have an idea.”

He leads you into the bathroom and turns on the shower.

“Don’t tell me you’re bathing me!” You say with a play scoff.

Vessel chuckles and takes off his shirt, nodding to you to do the same. “No. I’m just…supervising.”

With a curious lift of your eyebrow, you disrobe and step into the shower. Vessel follows behind you and simply leans against the shower wall. There’s a slight pause.

“Go on then, darling,” he says gently pulling you under the water’s stream. “Get clean for me.”

And you do. Perhaps you feel motivated simply because you have someone keeping you accountable. Or maybe it’s because Vessel stands before you, naked with soft beads of water clinging to his chest, has simply told you to do so. The warm water relaxes you as your eyes close and your hands reach up to begin washing your hair. You hear a satisfied hum from Vessel as your back arches, presses your tits forward as your hands work your strands.

When you finish rinsing your hair, you open your eyes to see Vessel watching you with slightly parted lips and a half-lidded gaze…his cock twitching as his hand rubs down his torso. His touch, in his opinion, is a poor substitute for yours, but it will do as you finish your shower.

“That’s a good girl…how do you feel after that?” He asks huskily.

How can you possibly answer? Your breath catches because you’re still processing that he’s hard just from you washing your hair.

“Ves…” he lifts an eyebrow as if to chide you. “I feel better.”

“Good. Wash yourself.”

Without breaking eye contact you squeeze your vanilla body wash into your hands and massage your naked, glistening body. Your hands knead your breasts and stomach as your breath quickens. Vessel’s own breathing picks up. He can’t help himself anymore.

“Fuck, precious girl.” He whispers as his large hand gently grasps the base of his cock. They’re slow, measured strokes…he bites his lip and lets of out a small huff from his nose. Like a frustrated bull. He wants to maintain his excitement for now.

As you rinse the suds off your body with the detachable showerhead, you flick the dial to change the setting; a jet of water comes from the middle. As Vessel gently tugs at his cock with one hand and his balls with the other, you bring the jet of water to your clit. The sensation is immediate.

Your mouth hangs open in a perfect, dreamy expression as the water patters against your sensitive little bud. Vessel groans and bites his lip as you pleasure yourself in a way he’s never seen.

“My love. Do you do this every time you shower?”

“Not…mmm…not every time.”

“Perhaps you should…ffffuck…my bathing goddess…pleasuring herself…darling”

His voice is becoming weaker as strokes his cock with more intention. All you can do is watch and moan softly as you gently move the stream of water up and down your now throbbing clit.

“That’s a good girl…yes…oohhh…my good girl knows exactly how to make herself feel good. Don’t you? Hm?”

Your voice croaks right in your throat as the pleasure of the water and your boyfriend’s praise hits you at once. But the climax is just right there. Your whimpers catch Vessel’s attention. He steps toward you.

“May I help you darling? Is that ok?” He asks gently, offering his dominant hand.

You turn off the water, frustrated. You just want to cum. Why can’t you cum? It’s not like you’ve never done it before…why is it impossible now?

“You can try…” you say as you prop your foot on the edge of the shower.

“Thank you, precious” Vessel purrs as his long middle finger moves slowly along your slit. The pad of his finger moves achingly slow as if he aims to memorize the patterns of your labia minora…to lock this information away for when he needs to remember the geography of your pussy.

“You going to let me in, good girl?” He asks teasingly as his finger nudges against the opening.

You let out a shuddering moan, and your hips buck downwards to work his finger into your needy cunt. “Ves…please…please!”

He lets out a smug closed mouth laugh as his middle finger plunges into you as presses against your g-spot.

“Fuck!” You cry out.

“Is this ok?” He asks, still keeping the intensity of the situation in his voice, but you know he’s genuinely asking.

“It’s…oh my god…it’s perfect. Please….please please please”

Vessel presses himself against you, your nipples mashed against his soft skin, and his mouth nearly your ear.

“You don’t have to beg for anything…such a polite…precious girl. Don’t force it, love. You’ll cum…don’t worry. It can be from my fingers…your own…a toy…”

“Your cock?”

He chuckles and increases his finger’s assault on your sweet spot. “Yes love, I would love to make you fall apart on my cock. I would die happy knowing the most perfect pussy…the most perfect girl…enjoyed being ab-so-lutely destroyed by me.”

You feel the heat from your desire blossoming up into your tummy. Vessel’s free hand now pinches and toys with your nipples as you shudder helpless on now two of his fingers. You capture his mouth in a wet, desperate kiss, but he pulls away.

“Tell me how you want to cum.” He whispers gruffly as he nibbles at the crook of your neck.

You can’t respond verbally. Instead your hand finds his twitching, throbbing cock. Your eyes meet his as he bucks into your fist and fingers you without mercy. He bites his lip and lets his eyes roll back in ecstasy.

“Oh…” he moans breathlessly, “someone wants to get messy again, hm?”

[thefirstvessel]

I think one of the things that a lot of humans fail into internalize about the Predator/Prey dynamic, especially in nature, is that millions of years of being shaped into Prey can often make incredibly territorial and fierce animals that will do anything they can to fight against millions of years of fighting being killed.

That's why horses kick and buck. Why rabbits are so infamously cantankerous and moody. Why deer have giant multi-pronged bone growths coming out of their foreheads that they can use for self-defense. Why rhinos are so dangerously territorial.

Meanwhile- a lot of Predators out in nature when they are not actually hunting (or play hunting) are remarkably chill. Especially macropredators. Think about how cats are known for the fact that they just lay around in the sun all day. Dogs are goofy guys who just want a friend.

The Predator/Prey dynamic isn't about the strong ferocious Predator taking advantage of weak and innocent Prey. When you're Prey, you're something that has spent millions of years being shaped into learning how to fight back. You're something that nature itself has pulled apart and put back together with all the sharp bits pointing out, just so you can survive.

You two have to be equal, otherwise there'd be nothing left to hunt.

[faaun]

what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again

[blue-lollipops-and-ice-clouds]

Vessel.

(Source - the talented, brilliant Metalmusemedia)

[stuckinapril]

Something so ineffable about exhaustion that comes not from a lack of sleep but from a lack of rest

[cads-the-cat]

You know I feel like a lot of times I (and others) describe ii as the kind of level headed adult of the band (at least on first glance/on the surface). But we can't forget that he does get freaky behind the drumkit with iii on the odd occasion and he did start the whole throwing-fresh-produce-at-the-crowd

So I give to you: ii not being confined to the space behind the drum kit and joining in on the shenanigans. It would be chaos, it would be insane. It would be absolutely glorious.

I will leave you with that.

[avengineers]

Hot And Cold Insulation Services In India

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For more details, please visit our website-

[vagueconfusion]

a story told in three parts

for added context:

vessel was poking iv in the face/mask [X]

[pastlivesxpastlie]

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mirror talk fake love

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adventures in skincare routines with your soft boyfriend, praisekink!vessel.

nswf • mdni • fem!reader • allusions to self-loathing and body dysmorphia • praise • vessel x you

vessel doesn’t know anything about skincare but he knows it makes you happy. well…buying skincare products makes you happy, but he’s been encouraging you to finally use them.

as your bend down to rinse your face, you hear him stalk into the bathroom, humming contentedly. you dry your face and smile at him as he considers your little collection of products. your eyes aimlessly wander over his naked torso and long legs clad in jogger style sweats.

he lifts a small bottle with orange liquid in it. “what does this do, love?”

“it’s a chemical exfoliant,” you say shrugging. “Gets all dead skin cells off without scratching me up.”

“I see, I see. And this?” he lifts a small jar of cream that clearly boasts overnight under eye miracles on the label, but honestly he’s playing dumb just to show interest and be near you.

“oh, that’s just under eye cream. For fine lines. Dark circles. Whatever.”

“But you don’t have those.”

“Exactly.”

Your quick answer elicits a smirk and a little closed mouth laugh. As you apply your moisturizer you, see him take in your form…head to every precious toe…but not without letting his eyes linger on your soft, beloved midsection. His arms snake around your waist as his toned chest and abs press against your back.

You lean back, feeling his smooth skin share its delicious warmth with you.

“does it bother you, Ves, that I feel like I need all this stuff?” you ask, gesturing vaguely to your assortment of products.

He lets out a soft huff; it’s almost like you’ve insulted him.

“tsk. why ever would that bother me? Darling…don’t you see? This shows me…”

his hands begin to trail up your waist…

“that you know how to take care of yourself. You have all the tools…”

his right hand gently caresses your chest, near your heart…

“you simply require the encouragement to use them. To show yourself love.”

He nuzzles against the shell of your ear and whispers huskily, “just look at you…look in the mirror.”

You look and instinctively your eyes meet his. You take in his features. His pouty lips. His short but angular jaw. He shakes his head softly and hisses gently…

“I said look at yourself, darling.”

And finally, you do. You consider yourself in your bralette, which does nothing but look pretty, offering no real support (Vessel approves of this wholeheartedly btw), and your old pj bottoms with some cute character on them. Your hair pulled back haphazardly with a fluffy headband.

“ok, I’m looking.” As if you’re expecting a lightning strike of inspiration and self-acceptance. You don’t look bad, but you don’t look your best. But somehow…that doesn’t matter. You feel an overwhelmingly pleasant sense of…neutrality.

“are you not glowing right now?” Vessel asks as his fingers delicately caress the column of your throat. You let out a soft gasp as his left hand gently grabs at the flesh of your waist and lower tummy. It is the very same flesh you prod at and attempt to hide…and the one that drives him to near insanity when he can only look but not touch. The same that has been marked with teasing bites and gentle bruises from his thumbs…holding you in place as he coaxes out the single prettiest sounds he’s had the pleasure of hearing…of producing.

“is this not the skin of someone who cares for themselves?” He continues, letting his lightly parted lips drag across your neck.

“Is this not the skin…of a good girl?”

[dogboymutual]

hi everyone. letting you all know that i find the clicker game about the guy who likes clicking. the one called clickolding. that one. it's. hhot

[lifemod17]

It's missing the veans hours

[a-s-levynn]

original capture by arianacherise

[that-unfortunate-crow]

Excuse me *Door slams* *muffled screaming*