Who You Gonna Call?

Who you gonna call?

honestly who doesn't love boobs. not to be gay or anything but i'm not better than a man if I see a pretty girl (or a girl in general) and there's a little bit of boob showing. not to be gay or anything though

no eddie really is a boob guy. like he loves ur tits so much. he says they’re his best friends and he talks to them all the time and you’ve learned to just ignore him as he has “girl talk with his girls” (as he refers).

the first time he saw your tits, you were straddling him on your couch and he went blank for a moment as his fingers dug into your hips before smoothing up your sides to grasp at your chest, squeezing the warm flesh and brushing his thumbs over your nipples. “oh…oh yeah…we’re gonna be really good friends.” at the time, you didn’t know he was actually talking to your tits and not you.

when he’s had a long day he drapes himself over you and mumbles into your shirt covered chest, “can i talk to the girls? i miss them.” and when u nod and he wiggles his way under your shirt, you nearly roll your eyes at his dramatic sigh. “hi babies, did you miss me? i missed you. you look great today, i’m loving this color on you.”

you smile to yourself as you listen to him go back and forth with himself. “what’s that? god, i know, you must hate being in this restricting cage, one moment i’ll talk to her.”

his head pops up from under your shirt and your eyebrows raise in indication that you’re listening. “they want out the bra babe. said they’re feeling claustrophobic in there.” “did they?” “mhm.” “mm, well tell them i apologize, they can come out.”

he winks and then he’s gone again. “good news girls, you’re free!”

anakin’s dick: there’s a slight trail of dark brown hair leading straight down to it, along w his very pronounced V-line. when soft, his tip is mid-toned pink, like slightly lighter than his lip colour, and he’s widee like if your hand’s wrapped around your fingertips would only justt meet. it settles near the top of his thigh and curves a tiny bit to the right. then when hard he obvs becomes much longer like a gd 9.5”, and there may be a distinct vein on the underside. his tip ranges from bright red to purple depending on the day, and his balls are a bit darker than the shaft. it points upwards sometimes. idk abt circumcised or not lol i think there are arguments for either :) 🫠

FUCK YEAH ANON I LOVE YOU. Jesus Christ thank you for taking time out of your day to write this wonderful thing. I truly believe there is nothing else for me to add I fucking love this.

imagine sucking mike schmidt off under his desk while he's at work. he'd be kinda hesitant at first, but only because he doesn't want to get obliterated by damn animatronics. he's getting rock hard as soon as you get under the desk and put your hands on this thighs to spread them slightly, your face hovering above his clothed cock. you can already see the outline of him through the blue denim of his jeans, his hard throbbing cock pressed against the zipper uncomfortably through his boxers. he lets out a breath as you unbutton and unzip his jeans, freeing him from the main discomfort. you pull the waistband of his boxers down to beneath his balls, thick dark hair at the base of his cock and leading up to his belly button, the tip of his penis leaking precum. you slowly lick along his length and he groans softly, especially when you swirl your tongue around the tip. he really loses it when you take him in your mouth, groaning and breathing heavily and shakily with one hand gripping your hair slightly and the other gripping the arm of his chair. when he gets close he grips your hair a bit tighter, and he begins to moan and get more vocal. he tries to focus on the security cameras, but he just feels so good, it's difficult to focus on anything aside from the pleasure he's receiving and the way your mouth feels. a few minutes later, he's groaning loudly and even whimpering a bit as he cums, thrusting his hips upward and moaning loudly as he cums in your mouth and down your throat. when he's finished he leans back in his chair, breathing heavily, his cock softening against his thigh. when he's come down from his high he looks down at you, his eyes half-lidded and just about the only thing he can say is "holy hell, you're amazing." because you truly are. especially when you assist him to work.

How do I remain professional while thinking about Darth Vader's cock.

i wish you guys lived inside my head the fics in here go crazy