#milkjug

[catfindr]

[frogmentarii]

No words for this. I just knew this joke fit @yesjejunus 's boy.

[estercity]

also after this i'd like to delete all my very early save files so i can go back and remake them (mainly my mckenna which needs a full revamp, lyran and everly who both just need restarting and the handful of tavs i've just decided i don't want to pursue plotwise)

[omgcharlie91-blog]

Jordan Torres and his beautiful milkjugs

[jadedwoman]

Boobs, tits, funbags, fuckbags, fapglobes, milkers, honkers, titties, boobies, breasts, milkjugs, jugs, and more

[dynamite124]

Me: *sees Nayir*

Me @ my mind: DO 🤬 NOT 😤

My mind: …booooobs boobs honkers boobs milkjugs udders breasted boobily bAZONNNNNNGS-

i got this new Skyrim follower idea. basically there's this Wood Elf except he's got huge boobs. i mean some serious honkers. a real set of badonkers. packin some dobonhonkeros. massive dohoonkabhankoloos. big ol' tonhongerekoogers.

art by @luwha

[jugsonmydick]

aww are my heavy buldging milkjugs too much for you 🥺

ive been rubbing my pussy to your blog for months, especially whenever I got the urge to order a new binder. I need this one to break first. I need to be forced to show everyone im actually just a big tittied bimbo 💕

Hhhf. I'll turn off anon, I swear I'll do it! Drop those dick-milking pornmelons down onto my lap right now and you won't ruin the experience for everyone else!! HHHHHGH FFUUGGCKKK. I'm gonna goon myself stupid just thinking about the weight and heft of udders so oversized that theyre literally DESTROYING binders. flood my dms flood my dms FLOOD MY FUCKING DMS

[abigailmoment]

Astarion was upstairs in the Last Light Inn, reading at a table by one of the windows. He wasn't sure why he'd chosen a window seat. The view was pointless. All shadows. But it was a place to read.

While he was reading, Tav came over and started rummaging through his bag.

"Help. Thief," he said conversationally, not looking up from his book.

"That's what we in the business like to call projection," Tav said, but then she explained herself as she pulled out a few red bottles: "We got clobbered by trees. I'm redistributing health potions because everyone who was in that fight is completely out."

Astarion did look up at that and gave her a once over to confirm that she looked all right. All limbs accounted for. Skin the correct shade of purple. Very good. He went back to his book. He stayed aware of the sounds of someone moving next to him, because he always was.

There was the rustle of canvas and the scrape of leather fastenings being undone. The jingle of thieves tools being moved aside and the clink of bottles. More clinking. Paper rustling. Then a pause.

The pause lasted long enough to become a disquieting peculiarity of silence. Astarion looked over again.

Tav was looking down at a scroll that had been tucked between two potions. It had come out with them and unfurled on the ground. It had golden runes and was marked with images at the top--three figures, wispy identical mirrors of each other.

"You didn't use it," she said. She sounded surprised.

"No," said Astarion. He didn't sound like he was feeling anything in particular at all.

Tav did not ask why. But the question hung implied in the air as she rolled up the scroll and tucked it safely back into his bag. She gathered up the health potions, looping leather straps around their necks so she could carry the lot of them like dangling milkjugs. She stood, pausing for a few seconds before leaving, just in case he wanted to…

"I don't want to see his eyes in my face," he told her.

"Ah," she said.

Tav sat back down.

The silence was no longer heavy with unasked questions. It was just silence.

"May I hug you?" Tav asked.

"No," said Astarion. "Not just now."

"Got it," said Tav.

Astarion's hands tightened and relaxed on the book he was no longer reading. Then he let one of them fall to the side, not quite reaching out.

"You could…" he started, but trailed off. He didn't know the script for this.

Completing the sentence ended up being unnecessary. Tav took his hand and leaned against the wall. She traced light lines up and down his palm with her thumb.

They stayed like that for quite some time.

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This is part of a longer story.

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[charitytitter]

Can someone help me empty these milkjugs?

[fellbirb]

edelgard's milkjug as oomf said (don't kill me)

[gainprincess]

Four girls, one gut, one big bunny butt~

It wobbles and claps obscenely when she walks, because it knows better than to be still. That's how it is. Nitori and Sumi like to jiggle on her ass, don't they? Because they know what happened to them.

The jiggle of her tits is another reminder, that stupid little Wriggle ought to learn her place. Better fueling her milkjugs than taking up space, sating her hunger than existing.~

And Youmu... Oh, Youmu. The best meal of all. Because she invites more meals, more meals that think Reisen is one of them, and they let her get close. They rub her belly, they let her rub their belly, they stuff themselves while she eats with them... and they let their guards down.

Don't they, Youmu?~

Oh right.

She's meat.

[pretty-good-girl]

everytime i open tumblr i cant help but go on your blog and just scroll through it while i rub my pussy. you’re such a good slut and u make me feel so needy, i always get soaking wet the minute i see your tits <333 i wish i could play with them and suck on them all day i would never keep my hands/mouth off of them😣😣 even when ur sleeping, or eating, or watching tv, or reading a book, i would always be there to make sure ur nipples never feel achy or sore because i know u have so much heavy milk in there. it must be so exhausting for you mommy, you need a babygirl to take care of you

Oh, babygirl, this is such a lovely ask to get. I'm happy I can get you so needy. I want nothing more than to have you with me so I can see you rubbing your needy pussy for my milkjugs.

If I'm a full-time mommy milkslut, I think it's only fair that I have a full-time babygirl to nurse from me.

I'd love to be able to just come home and strip off, only to immediately have you latch on to me, and empty my heavy titties and soothe my sore nipples with your perfect mouth.

If I had a babygirl like you, I might never wear a shirt again.

[creamyandrich]

Oh, those are some wonderful milkjugs you've drawn for mettaton~

Thank you!! I like big saggy tits with nips the size of dinner plates on a he/him

[bullet-prooflove]

Flowers: Les Packer x Reader

Whenever Les thinks of you he thinks of flowers.

He thinks of the orange rose to used caress the contours of your skin as you lay amongst his sheets, the delicate petals trailing over your nipples before his lips follow suit. The dark, subtle scent of irises clinging to your skin as he makes love to you by candlelight on the couch.

When he leaves, he always finds himself smiling grimly at the sunflowers on either side of your door as he kisses you goodbye, because he doesn’t want to leave, he wants to stay, wrapped up in you for the rest of his life.

Whenever he goes away on ‘business’ you find a small bundle of forget-me-nots in the antique milkjug your grandmother left you. It touches something deep inside your heart because you know wherever he is, he’s thinking about you too.

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