#Thanksgiving 2023

[macysparadeblog]

[maycanady]

THANKSGIVING (2023)

[junkfoodcinemas]

Thanksgiving (2023) dir. Eli Roth

[darkartfinds]

Happy Thanksgiving! Artwork by TRiN

[hunnam]

Ty Olsson Thanksgiving (2023) dir. Eli Roth

[phefics]

for my bestie @cozymaples bc she’s sick 💓

ryan is rich and pretentious.

he thinks music sounds better on vinyl, and that you look twice as hot wearing lacy lingerie he bought you.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he mutters, hands running down your thighs. “knew this would look good on you, sweetheart. saw it on the mannequin and thought how sexy you’d look in it.”

it’s not uncommon for ryan to give you random gifts: he pays for your nail and your hair appointments, will order whatever you’re craving from a restaurant.

“you deserve to be spoiled,” is what he says whenever you tell him it isn’t necessary.

it makes you feel so special, walking around with his initial on a necklace he bought you, with hickies from him hidden underneath your clothes.

he fucks you hard, the panties he bought you pushed to the side for easy access.

“you like your present, sweetheart?” he asks.

“yes,” you whimper. “thank you.”

“good girl, thankin’ me,” he says, breathless as he gets close. “always so good for me, so pretty—”

while ryan is rich and pretentious, there are moments where he is so down-to-earth, so undeniably sweet and generous and human. like, when he pulls out of you before he cums, fumbling to get it on your body and not your sheets, his cheeks flushed and his hair messy.

in his clumsy state, he managed to get his cum all over the brand new panties, and you both couldn’t help but laugh at the mishap.

“i can always buy you another pair,” he teases.

[todayontumblr]

Thursday, November 23.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.

Oh, what might have been. It would have been full of pictures and gifs of Hank Schrader doing miscellaneous Hanktivities: looking very smiley, looking very fierce, laughing, wearing shades, pointing guns, wearing DEA jackets and badges and lanyards, and, of course, perching on the toilet. We would have called it Happy Hanksgiving. It would have been great. 

Sadly a decision was made. So, for those who would have enjoyed Hanksgiving, here's a Snoopy gif to make amends. For those who wouldn't, well, looks like it all worked out just fine. And there's more than enough Snoopy to go around. 

Enjoy the popcorn. And however you mark today, we can only wish peace, love, and lots of good folk and lots of good food for all y'all. Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate. 

[fran-kubelik]

Happy Thanksgiving Eve! 🍂🍽️🍁

I’m curious about other people's Thanksgiving viewing traditions. Reblog for more responses, please!

[start-official]

Memories of Vietnam, but...

Happy Thanksgiving Day!! 🍂🦃

[My fanarts] 🌟✨

[immoral-loser]

Don't Move {Sheriff Eric Newlon x f!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: Sheriff Newlon has you cockwarm him in his office, but you just can't seem to sit still.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: nsfw 18+, dirty talk, cockwarming, p in v penetration, degradation, slight spanking, dom!eric, sub!reader,

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"Shh baby, you wouldn't want anyone to hear what you're doing right now, would you?" He whispers as he holds your hips down in a tight grip.

Your arms encircle his neck as you whimper, trying to stifle your moans as his length throbs inside you.

"Eric," you whine, "Please." He smirks as you attempt to grind your hips down, seeking some relief. Rough fingers dig into your hips, preventing your efforts.

"Don't move." He commands in a low growl by your ear, "This paperwork needs to be done today, sweetheart. Once it's done, I'll give you what you need."

This man was going to be the death of you. He was the one who called you, begging you to come join him on his lunch break, saying he needed to see your pretty face to get him through the rest of his day. It's his fault you're in this situation, yet he has the nerve to tell you to wait. Maybe if you readjusted yourself on his lap, you could relieve yourself a little.

"I'm not going to tell you again. Stay still." He demands, squeezing your hip before letting go and picking up his pen.

As he writes down the information of his latest crime-stopping achievement, you lay your head on his shoulder and try to focus on anything but his thick cock inside of you. His breath. Focus on his breath. His steady breath which doesn't falter whenever your walls squeeze around him, unlike yours. How does he do it? How can he be so calm? You want to see him break. Want him to be a wreck just like you are right now. But he told you not to move, to stay still. If you do anything to defy him, god knows what he'd do.

As your mind begins to wander to what his punishment would be for you, your hips automatically rolled into his.

The pen in his hand drops onto his desk, and you know you've made a mistake.

He leans back into his chair, sighing as he runs his hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." You say, trying to lessen his frustration.

"Didn't mean to? That's hard for me to believe, sweetheart, considering it's not the first or second time you've done that." He chastised.

"I really didn't-"

"I gave you one simple instruction. Do not move. And you couldn't do that." He continues, "You want to be fucked so bad - fine."

His hand swipes at his desk, scattering everything across the floor. He picks you up, his cock falling out of you as he turns you around and pushes you down face-first on his desk. He kicks your legs further apart and forces himself back inside.

"This what you wanted so badly, baby?" He asks as he starts to roughly thrust into you. You know he wants an answer but all you can manage is a small moan. After a second, you feel his palm connect with your backside harshly.

"Use your words, sweetheart," He tells you as his hand strikes you again.

"Yes!" You cry out, as the stinging sensation begins to fade.

"Yes, what?" He sternly says, not letting it go until you tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

"Yes, this is what I wanted, Sheriff!" You reply, giving into him completely.

"Good girl."

He collects your hands and holds them behind your back as his other hand holds your waist, pushing you further into the desk. His cock drives deep inside you, forcing several cries from your mouth. He groans out as your pussy tightens around him, getting closer and closer to the edge. He begins to pull you back to meet his thrusts, somehow pushing even deeper into you. The pleasure becomes too much, your eyes rolling back as an orgasm takes over.

His thrusts slow down before coming to a halt.

"Oh sweetheart," He says with false sympathy, "Surely that's not all you can take." He pulls out and rolls you over so that you are on your back. As you look up at him, you realise just how perfect this man is. With his dark silver hair, those piercing eyes that make you feel like a deer caught in headlights, and that thick cock which is currently covered in your first orgasm. Whilst admiring him, he begins to line up his dick again and quickly bottoms out before you can protest.

He grabs your thighs and hammers into you. Your moans slip out and you're unable to stop them as he fucks harshly into you.

"Such a fucking whore for me, aren't you sweetheart? Making me take you right here in my office where anyone could walk in. I should take you outside and let everyone see how much of a cockslut you are." He growls out, his grip tightening on your hips, sure to leave marks. Your walls tighten as the words leave his mouth, the thought of him forcing others to watch as he fucks you until you can no longer walk turning you on even more.

"You like that?" He asks, "You want me to show them that you're nothing but a hole for me to fuck whenever I want? Want them to see how pathetic you are as I fuck this tight pussy?" His movements become sloppier, seeking his own release. A hand leaves your hip and travels up your chest to then rest on your neck lightly, the other going down to draw circles on your clit. A tear slips from your eye as you approach your second orgasm.

"Come on baby, give me another one." He says as he puts more pressure on your throat and clit.

You can only breathe in short breaths, your hands coming up to hold his own that lays around your neck. "Fuck, Sheriff, need it." You plead as he thrusts into you one last time before you explode with pleasure. Your pussy clamps down on him and sends him over the edge, coming inside you in hot spurts.

He removes his hand from your neck and pulls out of you completely, finally allowing you to catch your breath.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he pulls out his phone and before you can comprehend what he's doing, a flash goes off. You raise yourself up on your elbows but are quickly pushed back down.

"No. Stay there until I tell you that you can move." He tells you, as he tucks his phone back into his pocket.

And so you do.

You lay on his desk with his cum leaking out of you as he goes around the room collecting everything he threw on the floor. He lays it all out around you until everything is back where it belongs. Then he picks up his pen and starts with his paperwork once more.

"Eric?" You speak quietly.

He looks at you, placing his hand on your cheek, "Yes sweetheart?"

"Can I get up now?"

"No, I'm not done with you yet." He replies nonchalantly, and he begins to write again.

[alessiathepirate]

He might be a murderer but he'll never forget to feed your cat.

True husband material<3

[shutinthenutouse]

[fanofspooky]

Thanksgiving

2023 • R • 1h47m

After a Black Friday riot ends in tragedy, a mysterious Thanksgiving-inspired killer terrorizes Plymouth, Massachusetts - the birthplace of the infamous holiday.

[megangovier]

Pairing: Slasher! Eric x f!reader

Summary: As you were finding your missing friends, Eric locks you in a room and humiliates you on camera.

Words-480

CW: 18+ ONLY | Smut | Humiliation | dirty talk | age gap 20+ | Eric videos you | Dacryphilia | oral!m | praising | Hair pulling | Minors do NOT interact!

Thanksgiving was normally a fun day with the family, making each other laugh and joking around along with stuffing yourselves with good food and spending time with them. After you would meet up with your friends and celebrate with them, making memorable memories. But this was no normal day, there was a madman around killing people you knew or met. As you were walking through corridors trying to find your friends you could hear a phone ringing a few yards away from you. The closer you got to the phone you realized it belonged to your friend, as you tapped answer your phone died, that's when the face popped up on your phone from behind you.

As you ran ahead trying to find a safe space from the killer, you found a small room. As you closed the door he had locked it behind you, tears started to run down your face. Turning away from the door your eyes came across a phone as you picked it up you could tell it was live. Without you realizing it Eric had sneaked in and was standing behind you, as you could feel someone's hot breath on your neck backing away from him, he had grabbed you and forced you down on your knees.

Taking the phone from you, your face was the one on live now thousands of people watching. A smirk slipped onto Eric's face. "Oh baby, the way your tears stains your cheeks makes me so fucking hard." expression of disgusts slipped on your face. Grabbing your hair roughly "look at me while I'm talking to you slut." a shade of red appeared on your cheeks. Mentally kicking yourself, "oh someone has a degrading kink, how fucking disgusting and pathetic of you".

Looking at him, he undoes his belt and ties it around your wrists "now princess, do as I say, and you'll get out of this alive". Nodding your head, he grabbed your chin "need to hear you say it!"

"yes sir"

"Good girl, now open that pretty mouth of yours so I can show these people what you're" as you did what you were told, Eric's head falls back "fuck princess, you're doing such a good job, now I know you can take even more" as he slams back into your throat making your eyes roll and the back of your head. "you're doing so good, the way it hits the back of your throat, you're such a hungry little slut, huh" you nodded in reply.

"I'm so fucking close, my personal little fleshlight huh, maybe we could do something else next time" a moan vibrated on his throbbing cock. as he grabbed your head with both hands pounding your tight throat a growl escaped his throat. "Oh, fuck fuck fuck, I'm going to come." As Eric thrusts a few more times he painted your throat white.

@toxicanonymity 💗

[beepbeepdespair]

how to serve, a guide: wield an axe or hatchet apparently

[moramabel]

immaculate horror film scenes ⤷ THANKSGIVING (2023), dir. Eli Roth