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nctsplug02 · 5 months

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johnny + sexting/videocalling when he's away on tour?? 🤒🤒🤒

Happy Thanksgiving! j.suh

GENRES: fluff, smut, phone sex, idol x non-celeb fem reader!

WARNINGS: phone sex.

the dinner you cooked an hour and a half ago was getting colder and colder by the minute but you were too drunk to even eat what you’d made.

wine and cooking dinner did not mix well, especially when you’re a light weight!

RING RING!

you lift your head off the counter and scrub your face with a sigh. “what time is it?”

you reach and grab your phone, hitting the green button. “hello?” silence. “hello?” you look at the screen with barely open eyes. “oh, oops.” you giggle to yourself and swipe the screen until it shows you’ve picked up.

“yes, hello?” you put the speaker to your ear and rub your eyes.

“baby!” you wince and yank the phone away from your ear. “shit!” you hiss and rub your ear, looking at the screen to see your husband with his face up close.

it was a facetime call not an actual call.

“hellooo,” johnny says into the mic. “did i wake you up?” he pulls his face away and raises an eyebrow.

“just a little bit. i closed my eyes for five minutes… that’s all.” you smile and set your phone down against the bottle of wine.

“what were you doing before you knocked out?” you giggle and shake your head. “alright, i didn’t knock out. i only closed my eyes for a good five minute, i swear. but, i did a little bit of cooking and had a few glasses of wine while waiting for your call.”

johnny rests his phone on something and sits back on the beige couch. “what about you, handsome? finished with the concert, i see.” you rub the running mascara from under your eyes.

“mhm, i just got out of the shower. couldn’t stop thinking about you. i’m sorry i can’t be there for thanksgiving, my love.” johnny manspreads and sighs with a pout.

“i—it’s fine, baby.” you clear your throat and move your eyes back to johnnys face. “i’m just thankful that you’re with me spiritually and virtually.”

“spiritually?” johnny chuckles in a confusing tone. “yes, although you’re not here physically, i can feel your presence all around the house.”

“you sure it ain’t a ghost, baby?” johnny laughs when your face changes into a grumpy one. “shut up, don’t scare me like that!” you look around and hug yourself.

johnny laughs while shaking his head, his hand rubbing his jaw. “i was just kidding, my love.”

KNOCK KNOCK!

“room service,” johnny sits up. “looks like my dinner’s here.” he leaves the frame for a good two minutes before coming back.

you watch as johnny sets up the coffee table in front of him. “what’d you order for dinner, babe?” johnny pulls the top cover and reveals a juicy, thick steak. “steak,” he sets the top cover aside. “mashed potatoes and roasted, salted green beans on the side. all that topped off with some red wine.”

you moan and grab your phone, twirling yourself around hopping off the stool. “i wanna show you what i made for thanksgiving.”

“ouu, yeah! i’m excited and a bit sad to see what i’m missing out.” you giggle and walk towards the stove. “it’s really nothing. but, i didn’t want to cook a whole turkey since it’s just me so, i decided to go for something we usually don’t cook for thanksgiving.”

you reveal what’s sitting in your pot and johnny let’s out a horrified gasp. “what?! does it look bad?!” you turn the camera back to you.

“no, baby! i’m just… you cook seafood while i’m gone?!” you laugh and bite the tip of your finger. “well, i didn’t want turkey and mashed potatoes so, i went with what i was craving.”

“ugh, you’re gonna have to make that again but when i get back, please.” johnny groans. “i promise, baby.”

you put the top cover back on the pot and you go back to the stool. “i just brought a plate over to miss hapkins next door. she was telling me a few weeks ago that since her family wouldn’t be able to travel to her, she wasn’t going to do thanksgiving.”

johnny coos at you and tilts his head. “that’s what i love about you, baby. you’re so kindhearted and caring. i love that you decided to include miss hapkins in our thanksgiving.”

“but, now i really don’t wanna eat my steak anymore.” johnny chuckles and sighs. “i miss your cooking, babe.”

“it’s just two more weeks, john. just two more and then home meals are back.” you pick up your wine glass and the wine bottle. “just like you, i’m also having red wine.”

“1869?” you hum and set the bottle down after pouring it near the rim. “you bought that without me?” he whines and you just laugh. “i was gonna save it but… hey, i deserve a treat sometimes too.”

“of course you do, baby. always.” johnny actually picks up his fork and steak knife, cutting off a sliver of the juicy meat.

johnny holds up his piece and tilts his head so he’s in frame. “happy thanksgiving, my love.” he says.

“yes, happy thanksgiving, baby.” you hold up your wine glass, clinking the glass on your phone before taking a sip.

the sweet, rich taste of red wine melting down your throat.

“mmm,” you smack your lips and set your wine glass down. “how’s the steak, baby?” johnny nods with long hums, his eyes shutting as he takes in all the flavors. “it’s perfect. it’s juicy, flavorful, thick but melts on your tongue—mmm,” johnny sighs and cuts himself another piece.

you grab your phone, glass of wine, bottle of wine and you head to the living room.

“although,” you hum. “i prefer the way you make our steak over this.” you giggle and seat yourself on the love sack, setting the bottle of wine on the ground.

you hold up your glass again. “two more weeks, john. we can wait it out.” you take a sip.

johnny groans, “you know what else is in two more weeks?” you hum and ask, what. “your ovulation week.” your cheeks heat up. “once i get home, i’m not holding back, baby.” johnny shoves the meat into his mouth and chews.

“i am not drunk enough for this.” you laugh and shake your head. “what, you don’t wanna have a baby with me?”

“i’d love to have your baby but… i want to right now.” you could feel your panties dampen.

the thought of johnny fucking you full of his baby got you off. him going at you so many rounds that your swollen cunt is oozing out his cum. his slender fingers pushing his cum back in while whispering to you that there was no such thing as wasting good stuff.

“aw, baby.” johnny coos and sets down his knife and fork with a thud. “but, just like you said, two more weeks.”

you roll your eyes and chug the rest of your wine. “babe, you don’t even know how wet i am right now. i’m literally dripping all over our love sack.”

“i don’t believe you,” johnny sits back and groans. “how can i prove it to you?”

you knew exactly how johnny wanted you to prove it and you were trapping yourself in it.

“show me your pretty pussy and let me be the judge of how wet you are.” you bite your lip, eyes moving down to his now visible bulge. “my eyes are up, baby.” you giggle and move your eyes up.

“c’mon, take off your pants and show me how wet i make you.”

the tone of his voice is like a spell, your shorts and panties are pooled on the ground and your body is twisted in a way where johnny can see your pussy.

“fuck, y/n.” johnny growls lowly and cries out. “i wish i was home right now. i’d take you so hard on that love sack.”

“move yourself to the couch and put your phone down, baby. prop it up with the candles on the coffee table.” you listen to johnnys directions and you move yourself to the black couch, propping up your phone with the cherry red and white candles.

“that’s perfect, baby—fuck, y/n!” johnny grabs himself through his sweats.

“touch yourself, baby.” johnny undoes the strings of his sweats. “i wanna see you play with yourself.”

you lay back so that you’re barely propped up with your knees to your chest and arm between your legs. your fingers massaging your clit and ever so then dipping inside your hole just to tease johnny.

“that’s it, baby. pinch your clit.” you squeal when pinching your clit with your fingers.

johnny pulls himself free, he’s rock hard, precum oozing from his tiny slit. “finger yourself, baby.” you dip a finger into your hole.

“fuck, it just slipped in like nothing…” johnny groans, flexing as he smears the precum around his head.

“just a little faster, baby.” you whimper and pick up your pace, dropping your head back and shutting your eyes. “add another finger.” you add a second finger, shuddering at the slight stretch.

johnny curses under his breath and picks his pace with his strokes. “how does it feel, baby.” you shake your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“not the same,” johnny pauses his strokes. “what do you mean, baby?” your eyes water up, “it’s not the same, johnny.” your legs fall together and your fingers come to a stop.

“we can make it feel like it’s the same, baby. i want you to keep your eyes closed and listen to my voice. imagine it’s me who’s pleasuring you.”

“it won’t be the sam—“

“just listen to my voice, baby.” johnny whispers. “listen to my voice and listen to how i want you to touch yourself.”

you take deep breaths, breathing out slowly and quietly while johnny softly hums.

“let’s backtrack, alright, beautiful?” your lips twitch into a faint smile. “i want you to touch yourself, not finger but touch your clit for me.”

your fingers find their way on your clit, softly rubbing and pinching your clit.

“that’s it, baby.” johnny pulls off his shirt. “don’t cry, take deep breaths, alright?” you nod and rub eights on your clit.

“you have the cutest pussy. cute little pussy that struggles to take my dick.” you moan and ball up your fist, sinking your teeth into the flesh, hard enough so that your teeth leave light indents.

you’re too busy listening to johnnys voice to even notice that johnny had pulled out a cotton fabric. “let’s skip past one finger and do two, i know you can do it.”

with your middle and ring finger, you slip the two into your cunt and let out a cry of pleasure. “oh, fuck.” you gasp and softly jerk forward. “that’s it, gorgeous. look how good you’re taking my fingers.”

johnny wraps the cotton material around his cock and begins to stroke himself. “fuck, baby. you feel so good.”

whimpers slip past your lips as you pick up your pace, the heel of your palm rubbing against your clit, giving you more friction and more pleasure.

“that’s it, y/n. take all of me like a good slut.” johnny moans and strokes himself faster. “faster, baby.” you whimper and gasp repeatedly while your fingers rub your g-spot.

“j—johnny,” you dig your nails into your thighs that hold your legs in place. “i—i’m gonna c—cum.”

“mhm,” johnny hums, his hands fisting tightly around his cock. “cum for me, y/n. show me who makes you feel good.”

your pants and moans filling up the room while your orgasm crashes over you. your legs shake and tremble, and your body jerks repeatedly like you’d been shocked. your fingers slowly and desperately still fingering your cunt.

“s—shit, i’m cumming. fuckfuckfuck!” johnny groans loudly.

johnny balls up his shirt and bites down on the fabric, covering up his moans and whimpers. his fist stroking the tip and painting his abs with white ling streaks.

“oh, fuck…” johnny slowly fucks his fist, his angry red tip popping up every second. “so fucking good.” johnny sighs, letting his hand drop and melting into the couch.

“you made a mess.” you giggle when finally pulling the strength to sit up.

johnny lifts his head and looks at his screen, seeing you barely sat up with your wet pussy on display for johnny to see.

“i made a mess?” johnny scoffs with a sexy smirk. “look at the mess you made.” you smile at him and shake your head.

“i can’t believe i got off to your voice, again.” you groan and grab your phone. “again?” johnny laughs and sits up, grabbing a few tissue from the table near him and cleaning himself up.

“is that my—wow, johnny. you’re gonna make fun of me for getting off on your voice but you’re jerking off with my panties that i’ve been looking for for a month!”

“well, i couldn’t bring you so i improvised.” johnny says a defensive tone. “whatever.” you laugh and shake your head in disbelief.

shuffling can be heard from johnnys side. “geez, it’s already one in the morning.” johnny says as he flips on a light. “already? it feels like we just got on the phone.” you frown and roll off the couch, making your way to the bathroom.

“we’ve been on the phone for over an hour, babe.” johnny says with a laugh. “it felt shorter but anyway, i’m gonna take a quick shower and i’ll call you back in fifteen.”

“why can’t we just keep calling?” johnny frowns and he flips the lights off and hugs his pillow. “because i need my phone to play music so i can karaoke.” you start the shower. “i bought you an ipad, laptop, and second phone for a reason.”

you roll your eyes, propping up your phone on the sink. “you’re so clingy.”

johnny scoffs, “says the one who gets off to my voice.”

you pull off your shirt, “at least i don’t need your boxers to help me do so.” you drop your bra and shirt.

“fuck you.”

you step into the shower. “i love you too.”

AN| hiiii, i know i’ve been really inactive but life is getting so rough right now and it’s really kicking my ass. happy thanksgiving, babies! i love you all and i am very thankful to have a growing account with all those who support and love me and my work. i’m trying my best to write with all my free time but yk sneakylink takes it all up. i know i dragged the end but we don’t talk about it HAHAHSJA. anywho, thank you anon for requesting this!!! happiest thanksgiving! 🩷

#nct smut #ash talks #nct imagines #nctsplug02 #anon #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #nct 127 #kpop smut #kpop fluff #johnny seo smut #johnny seo #johnny suh smut #johnny angst #johnny suh #nct johnny #johnny smut #johnny fluff #johnny x reader

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constesplanetarium · 5 months

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small yandere thanksgiving special ^^

small TW for mentioned kidnapping and past drugging!!

"Darling! I made all of this for thanksgiving!" His face is nothing but rainbows and sunshine as he pulls off the blindfold, letting you take in the small feast he prepared for both of you.

"Shame you tried to, er, run earlier. I would've let you serve yourself if you hadn't done that." He beckons to the rope and tape binding your wrists and ankles together.

You tug uselessly at the ropes binding you to the chair, scowling as he sets a glass of wine next to you.

"Don't want you handling the knife." He murmurs, slicing off a piece of the juicy turkey on the table as he serves you the piece. "I'll let you feed yourself a bit later, baby." He grins. "I just want to savor this small chance to feed you first." He cuts a piece off the turkey and stabs it with a fork, holding it up to your mouth. "Try it first."

Ew.

"Oh." He sighs seeing your hesitation, but he perks right back up. "I didn't drug it this time. I promise. I'll even take a bite of it myself, if you'd like."

He waits for your reaction, but once there isn't any, he brings the fork up to his mouth and bites the piece off. "Shee?" He says, mouth full of food. "Try."

After you still don't budge, strangely enough, after he swallows, a big smile pops up on his face as he chuckles creepily.

"You're still so cute, even when you're all moody." He drops the fork against the plate with a loud clank, and cups your cheek, turning your face towards him as he kisses the tip of your nose, than your lips. "You haven't eaten in almost a day, baby. You're going to have to eat eventually." He caresses your cheek lovingly, or as lovingly as a kidnapper can be. "I'll serve you the rest of your food, okay?"

All you can do is glare at him, and frown in disgust at the man before you.

"Happy Thanksgiving, baby doll."

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #male yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #thanksgiving #yandere drabble #thanksgiving special

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vvynia · 5 months

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abby and your family’s thanksgiving

pairing: a. anderson x black southern belle!reader

genre: fluff w/ brief mention of smut (mdni)

word count: its headcanons so its short but idk the specific number sowwwy

warnings: not beta read, brief mentions of homophobia but only bc reader’s family isn’t like that, mention of family drama, pregnancy mention, brief moment where religion is talked about (saying grace/prayer)

synopsis: this is literally just headcanons of what would happen if our beloved abby anderson attended your family’s thanksgiving/reunion if you don’t celebrate. very much black reader-centric, but anyone’s welcome to read it esp if you’re from the south cause this is also heavily southern reader coded.

bringing abby anderson to your black (southern) family’s thanksgiving would be a sight to behold.

and imagine its everyone’s FIRST time meeting her too. assuming everyone is super cool and unhateful, i just know she’d have all the aunties’ attention. they see her height, her build and turn to you talkin about, “now, where’d you find her?”

abby would 100% be in ya grandmama’s backyard huddled around the grill with the uncles and dads. she’s got a lil beer in hand (she probably doesn’t even like beer but she likes fitting in and it isn’t all bad when the bonding is genuine) one of em goes “mhm that turkey bout done smokin” and abby is taking mental notes cause one day, she’s gonna smoke a turkey for you two’s family, in your backyard, and your grandkids are gonna be running around

the kids are OBSESSED with her. they climb her like she’s a jungle gym, ask her to throw them in the air, ask her all types of questions. “ABIGAIL! come play with us!” and she does, but the whole time she’s wondering how they discovered what her full name is cause she sure ain’t tell em lool

sometime after, she gets together in the livingroom with you and your cousins, then that one uncle or aunt comes in, says a few words, then leaves with a plate. the gossip commences lol and she’s so in tune to what ya’ll are talking about. she thought her family could dog somebody out?

all that pales in comparison to yall’s words. these sly (and sometimes even blatant) insults are unhinged, the storyline is juicy. she feels like she’s listening to an audiobook of lore. and whenever she asks a question for clarification, someone is always ready to start from the beginning with “see, what had happened was” and “to make a long story short” (the story was not made short)

then it actually comes time to eat, time for her to have her taste buds born anew

your family has whipped up some southern classics: sweet potato pie, pig feet, neck bones and collard greens, cabbage, pound cake, and every other dish you can think of.

you were in charge of the sweet tea, but this year you made a peach batch cause you know abby likes peaches 🥰

ya’ll say grace cause lets be real, if this is the south, somebody baptist and its probably the family matriarch lol

abby is respectful about it whether she believes in god or not cause your family has treated her with the most open of arms and she can feel the love and hospitality all around (if god is real, she thinks, he would’ve wanted everyone who believes in him to be like my sweet girl’s family)

when ya’ll are done and everyone has plated their food, they’re all silently waiting for the white girl’s reaction. they’re trying to play it off, be casual, not stare LOL but they know what’s coming i must admit

and abby doesn’t disappoint cause as you’re sitting next to her, soon as she puts some of them collard greens in her mouth and a couple candied yams and your grandaddy’s secret cast iron skillet macaroni recipe in her mouth, the satisfaction is written all over her face

everyone starts laughing when one of the kids say, “damn, girl, is it good?” to which they’re scolded lol but ofc abby nods like she’s trying to shake the hair follicles out her head

after everyone has ate and said what they’re thankful for (she says she’s thankful for you ofc but she leaves out how thankful she is for getting to strap you down at least twice a week), you two go sit on the porch alone.

you’re leaned against her in a two-seater rocking chair, bellies impossibly full, enjoying the gentle breeze and setting sun and the scent of food that is still wafting from the house

one of your cousin’s kids runs up from the backyard, comes up to you asking for help with opening a new toy, so you help

abby sees how cool you are, how in your element you are with your family, and this moment truly solidifies how much she wants this with you too. ya’ll have had the kids conversation before, so she knows you want at least one

she can’t help but think how gorgeous you’d look bein her housewife, barefoot and pregnant and divine and ethereal, starting a family, never having to worry for a thing bc she’s gonna take care of you

and she knows, when she needs it, you’ll take care of her too

I LOVE LOVE

#abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby headcanons #abby anderson #thanksgiving #tlou 2 #tlou #lesbian #wlw

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dystopicjumpsuit · 5 months

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hey hey hey, for the first kiss prompts-

the uncontrollable smile they break into either after or during the kiss itself with... Jesse!

happy writing <3

Thank you for the request @multi-fan-dom-madness! I got a flash of inspiration during the thotting hours, so I bring a Thanksgiving present for you. (That's totally how Thanksgiving works, right?)

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers! May your turkey be as juicy as Jesse’s thighs.

Pairing: Jesse x Reader (GN)

Rating: T but MDNI as always

Wordcount: 720

Warnings and tags: Fluff, banter, kisses

Summary: Jesse performs "emergency field medicine."

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There’s an ARC trooper in your office. He has his back to you as he inspects your shelves full of plants, holoframes, curios, and even a few actual paper books. You don’t recognize the kama, so he’s not one of yours—though you have no doubt that the Jedi generals would lecture you for getting attached to the troopers that way.

Good thing I’m not a Jedi.

Whoever he is, he’s a big kriffing dude. ARC troopers always look extra imposing thanks to the pauldrons, but damn, this one must have needed custom armor to accommodate those muscles. His helmet is off, and all you can see is the back of his shaved head.

“Hello,” you say. “Can I help you with something?”

Translation: Who are you, and what the kark are you doing in my office?

He turns, and you catch a glimpse of a large Republic cog tattoo.

“Jesse?!” you exclaim, rushing across the office to fling your arms around him.

He doesn’t even stagger a little bit as you collide with him, just wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. Impulsively, you press your lips to his cheek.

“When did you get back?” you demand.

He beams at you with a smile that’s too brilliant to be contained. “About ten minutes ago. Came straight here.”

“And I was stuck in a meeting,” you say with disgust, drawing a laugh from him.

“I haven’t been waitin’ long,” he replies.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for you forever!” you exclaim. “How long is ARC training, anyway?”

An odd expression flickers over his face, and he hesitates before he replies, “I’m not actually allowed to say. Sorry.”

“That’s all right; I’m just happy to have you back,” you grin as you lean back to admire his new armor. “Look at you, Mr. ARC Trooper! You look great.”

“That’s ‘Lieutenant ARC Trooper,’” he says with a tiny smirk.

“You got promoted? Jesse, that’s amazing!”

“Yeah, I didn’t think I’d ever make it past sergeant, either,” he jokes.

“That’s not what I meant,” you laugh, slapping his chest and immediately regretting it when your knuckles collide with the hard plastoid armor. "Ouch!"

“How was that?” he asks.

“2/10, do not recommend,” you reply, shaking your hand to ease the stinging.

“Let me see.” He takes your hand gently in his and holds it close to his face to inspect it. “I think it might be fatal.”

“Better get Kix in here before I keel over,” you say, trying to ignore the warmth of his fingers and the rough texture of his gloves on your skin.

“No time,” Jesse replies gravely. “I’ll have to perform emergency medical treatment.”

He kisses your knuckles softly, and your heart begins to hammer in your chest.

“Did they teach you that in ARC training, or did you pick it up from Kix?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light.

“It’s a top secret ARC procedure,” he replies. “Very advanced medicine. I doubt Kix has heard of it.”

“I’m so lucky you were here to kiss it better,” you say. “I’d hate to die of a scraped knuckle.”

“Funny story,” he says. “This procedure requires multiple rounds of treatment.”

Your breath stutters to a halt. “It does?”

“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to each of your knuckles individually. He grazes his thumb across them, and suddenly you forget all about the pain.

“I think it’s working,” you say.

He raises his other hand to your face, stroking his thumb over your lips as his fingers caress your jaw.

“Better try one more thing, just to be safe,” he says as he leans close to you, his lips a breath away from your own.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Just to be safe.”

His lips brush against yours softly, and it feels like the galaxy stops spinning around you, because you’re finally kissing Jesse, and it’s even better than you imagined, and his lips are kriffing perfect, and he tastes suspiciously like the candy that you keep in a bowl on your desk, and you never want it to end. Eventually, though, you have to come up for air, and he cups your cheek as you rest your forehead against his.

“You know,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin, “I’ve been waiting for you forever, too.”

#arc trooper jesse #jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse x reader #ask fic #star wars #clone wars #sw tcw fanfic #clone wars fic #dystopicjumpsuit writes

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samueldeats · 1 year

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Happy Thanksgiving! May your wall turkey be juicy and recover your health.

#castlevania #netflix #2d animation #trevor belmont #sypha #alucard

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amaliephilia · 5 months

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have any room for pumpkin waffles? 🧇

#amaliephilia #onlyf@nz #thick babe #softgirl #alt #big tiddy gf #thick and juicy #thickaf #thanksgiving #turkey day #waffles #wifey #housewife

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itto-official · 6 months

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AAAAAAAAAAALRIGHT EVERYBODY HALLOWEEN IS OVER LET'S GET OUT THAT FAT JUICY TURKEY BECAUSE THANKSGIVING HERE WE COME

(he doesn't know what a thanksgiving is. he just saw an image labelled "thanksgiving" with a turkey and immediately assumed it was international turkey day or something)

#itto #genshin itto #arataki itto #genshin arataki #arataki gang

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sweetlittledinosaurs · 5 months

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I've never been in love

Love is the sweet smell of freshly cut grass

Sitting and enjoying it because it won't be there forever

But I've never been in love

Love is like caterpillars

Curling up only to become bigger as time goes on

But I've never been in love

Love is the smell of a house during Thanksgiving

Candles lit, a turkey cooked, mashed potatoes, gravy

But I've never been in love

Love is old classical records playing on my grandfather's turntable

The orchestra bounded together by sheet music and practice

But I've never been in love

Love is the taste of tomatoes

Juicy but not quite for everyone

Not quite for me

Because I've never been in love

Love is getting called on in class without raising your hand

Panicking even though you already know what to say

But I've never been in love

Love is seeing something in a store that you shouldn't get

But then buying it anyway

But I've never been in love

#original poem #love poem #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #poem #sad poem #poemsbyme #love poems #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poetry

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thotsandpreyers · 1 year

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SPANKsgiving is here 🫦🦃👋 the dirtiest day of HOEvember 🍂😈🗓️ time for all the slutty pilgrims 👯‍♀️🎩👯‍♂️ and naked Native Americans 🌽🏹😛 to be thankful 🙏😌🫂for all the fat juicy 💦💦 turkeyCOCK 🐔🍆🤩 that’s stuffed you this year 🙀🙇‍♂️🤰Gobble Gobble 🦃👅 all that dick 🐓 but 🧎‍♀️🤤🫢 be sure to save room for dessert 👨🏻🐖👨🏾 DADDY’s special pumpkin creampie 🥧🎃😜 Send this to 1️⃣0️⃣ of nastiest Turkey THOTs you know 💃🦃 😈 get back zero 🙆‍♀️⭕️🙅‍♂️no one 🫥 wants to fist ✊🕳️😒 your loose gaping turkussy 🦃😿😵 how sad 😤🚫😔 get back 5️⃣ and you’re just a dry turkey hoe 😪🍗🐽 get back 🔟 and you’ll be the yummiest thing 🤤💁‍♀️ at the thanksgiving table and DADDY 👨🏽‍🦱 will let you play with HIS meaty wishbone 🍖🦴🥰all night long 🌙 and cover you in his THiCK gravy 🙈💦🤤

#happy thanksgiving #y’all #copypasta #thanksgiving

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 1 year

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Turkey Hunt

Quick imagine before November ends.

Killmonger x Reader

You're a black girl and a hiker with incredible stamina and a love for the great outdoors. Born and raised in the south, you know your guns. You were raised riding 4-wheelers and on the back of pick-up trucks. You've been hunting rabbit and deer since you could walk.

On the flipside, your California-born partner Erik learned about guns through his gang and military involvement. He's a US Navy veteran who has been a shooter since he was young for different reasons but y'all leave that past in the past. Right now, you share a love for the great outdoors, hiking, and hunting.

Since it's November and nearly Thanksgiving, the two of you decide to go on a turkey hunt.. The intent being wholesome holiday fun. You both plan to take this turkey home, clean it, dress it, and deep fry it.

So here you both are, you've got your hunting licenses and there's a place in Tidewater that does fall turkey hunting. There's a lot of forestry and acres. Tons of space of run and chase these turkeys. Lots of wild turkeys to find and time to do it...

The only drawback is that it's really redneck and everyone out there is some type of Trump supporting hick. It's pretty obvious they dont want you and Erik there though they don't say the words. Part of you worries for your safety out there in the forest with the cover of trees and rednecks with guns.. but you and Erik don't scare easy and you both came out to have some fun in nature, hunting. So screw 'em.

You both get your shotguns and your rounds, your tent and your boots, your packs and everything else you might need. You head out there in Tidewater, hiking through the woods together to track some wild turkeys through the woods.

Once it seems that the other hunters in the woods are staying away from you both and you're not in each other's way.. You're safe.. Your competitive natures spark up and you decide to make the turkey hunt a competition. Maybe you'll kill two turkeys and roast one.. fry the other.

The two of you split up.

You've got your eye on this big juicy looking puffed up turkey that's in your sights but a loud agonizing yell distracts you and the turkey spooks, getting away.

You're pissed but now you're wondering who that was out there yelling and scaring away the turkeys! You start walking through the forest and catch a glimpse of a few turkeys but they're quick and you don't aim quick enough to safely hit one.

Then you hear a high pitched scream and it sounds like a lady is screaming bloody murder like something bad happened over there, far in the distance.

Now you're concerned and thinking about retreating back through the woods in search of safety. You also want to find Erik and get out of there.

There's a third scream and a fourth yell. You're running now, steady with your shotgun up and alert, hyper-aware of every sound and every crack of wood. Every rustling of leaves is a threat.

You point your shotgun every time you hear something. Then you trip over something on the ground and nearly fall. It's a fresh body, some redneck who has just been shot and his blood is on the leaves. He's not dead, but he's got minutes. He's not gonna make it. He can't even talk. You don't scream or stay, you keep moving. Now you really gotta find Erik and get out of there.

You hear the sound of a shot in the distance and switch directions for another way to get back to where y'all originally started hiking.

You trip over another dying body and she grabs your leg but you shake her off and stop her ass.

Then you see Erik through the trees and he has his gun up and aimed at you until you yell his name out. It's like he wakes up out of a stupor and looks around remembering where he is and what he's there for. He lowers the shotgun a d walks toward you.

"Shit," he mumbles, looking at the body in the dirt. "Flashback.. Iraq..," he looks up confused. "We're not in Iraq..."

"Gah-dammit Erik," you sigh pulling him along. "Let's just go before a lynch mob comes after us. Did you at least hit a turkey before you kirked out?"

"You know I don't really remember?"

"Well here," you lift his gun back up. There's one right down that hill. Kill it so we can go."

You watch him aim but instead of hitting the turkey, he hits another figure in the trees that you hadn't seen. It's a person and they drop in the distance. You rub down your face in frustration and trails the turkey with the barrel of the gun as it takes off, shooting it.

"Go get the damn Turkey," you point aggressively watching his run and slide purposely down the hill to get the bird. He stands over the person's dead body and shoots it once more like a double tap and while you stomp whisper-yelling for him to bring his ass on.

He jogs up the hill with the dead turkey and puts his free arm around your shoulders leading you from the forest. Meanwhile you're still pissed.

"Another flashback?" You glare at him and he nods.

"It's something about being out here that triggers my PTSD. I keep clicking out."

You don't mention it but you remember he aimed that shotgun at you too and if you hadn't spotted him you'd have been dead too.

"Do I have to worry about you," you ask, but he frowns and shakes his head and you just focus on getting out of the woods.

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jimothysomebody · 5 months

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Had never used a flavor injector before, used it with the turkey with a seasoned buttery broth blend I whipped up, had also never used an oven bag before, but it turned out pretty good. The skin looked deceptively crispy and I was afraid it was ruined but the meat was so tender and juicy omg. It's definitely one of my better thanksgiving turkeys I've made in the last 14yrs I've been doing all the cooking on holidays. Today was a good day.

#Jimothy does a holiday #selfie #me

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decaydanceredacted · 9 months

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Patrick’s thighs Patrick’s thighs PATRICK’S THIGHS. They look so juicy and curvy I need to grab them and bite into them like a fucking turkey leg on thanksgiving. And he just. Displays them. Onstage. The fucking nerve he has...

#ps

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purplegirl20 · 1 year

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Sunday Morning

Pairing: Damian Priest x Self-Insert (Me)

Summary: Damian and I became intimate in our hotel room.

Warning: (SMUT 18+)

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Note: This story is a drabble. I hope you still enjoy my story

November 27th:

It was a quiet Sunday morning in Portland, Maine. It been a few hours since Survivor series. We're currently staying at a hotel.

It was 7 in the morning. Damian and I was sleeping on top of a huge, king-sized bed, while being cocooned in luxurious comforter.

As I was in a deep slumber, Sunlight sneaked into the room and hit me on the face, causing me to wake up.

Shaynell:(groans) Morning already?

I slowly opens my eyes, seeing the sunlight, shining throughout our hotel room.

Shaynell:(yawns)

I rolls over to find Damian, still sleeping. I smirks and lean towards him and kiss him on the lips.

Shaynell:(quietly) Good morning, Bunuelos.

Damian opens his eyes to see him, warmly smiling

Damian:(yawns) Morning, boston cream.

He smiles and kiss me back, making me smile.

Shaynell: I had a great weekend with you and your parents on Thanksgiving.

Damian: Me too. My Dad was so happy to see you.

Shaynell: Yea. He say he missed me alot.

Damian:(chuckling) Yea. During helping with my dad cook for Thanksgiving, you were watching the national dog show.

Shaynell: Of course. You know I like dogs.

Damian: More like obsessed. You literally know different type of dogs just by looking at them.

Shaynell:(chuckling) Yea.

Damian smiles and kiss me on the lips, making me giggle. I smile and cuddle close to him to keep myself warm.

Shaynell: Damian, my precious bunuelos. So warm and fluffy.

Damian: Aw. You're adorable.

He wraps his arms around me and kiss me on the forehead.

Damian: You know. The I won't have to been in the arena until around 3pm, so How about we look around the city?

Shaynell:(smiles) I would like that. But first I want you to do something.

Damian: What is it?

Shaynell:(smirks) I want you to stuff me like a turkey.

Damian:(chuckling) You're already horny?

I nods my head.

Damian: Well, I can't say no to my little chocolate cake.

He smiles and grabs a condom from the nightstand.

Damian: Can't let my little boston cream get pregnant...yet.

He get himself strapped as I quickly take my pajamas off. We quickly get under the comforter and starts getting really intimate.

Shaynell:(giggling) OH DAMIAN!

2 hours later....

Shaynell:(moans) LET ME CUM! PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME CUM!

Damian:(grunts) I'm getting close, BOSTON CREAM!

He keep hitting me in my G-spot, causing me to gasp and moan from my incoming climax.

Shaynell:(whimpering) I'm going to cum! I'm going to-AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I coated his sheathed cock with my sticky love juice. I quickly pulls out from his shaft and plops down on top of him.

Damian:(chuckling) Such a slutty boston cream.

He starts rubbing his shaft and starts ramming his cock into my ass, causing me to gasp in surprise.

Damian:(grunts) Your ass look so juicy so. I wish I was eating that instead of the turkey.

Shaynell:(moans) Oh Damian.

Damian chuckled in amusement and he starts nibbling my ears, causing me to giggle and moan.

Damian:(chuckling) I wish I was stuffing you instead of that turkey.

Shaynell:(giggling) Damian! You're turning me on again!

Damian: Good!

He smirks and passionately kiss me on the lips, making me moan. As I was getting lost in the carnal bliss, I felt something rumbling in my ass.

Damian:(grunts) Mija! I'm going to Cum! I can feel it!

Shaynell:(moans) Me 2!

He continue thrusting inside my ass inside until I felt his seed fill up inside me.

Shaynell:(moans) FUCK!

Damian quickly pulls out and saw his sheathed cock, fill up with his liquid seed inside the condom. His stiff sausage finally became limp and sighs in relief.

Shaynell:(giggling) That was amazing.

Damian:(chuckling) It was, my precious boston cream.

He smiles and kiss me again, making me laugh.

(stomach growling)

Damian:(chuckling) You hungry?

Shaynell: I'm starving.

Damian: How about we get ourselves ready and we can go out to a local diner?

Shaynell: Sure.

I smile and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Shaynell: Bunuelos. You coming?

Damian: Of course.

He smiles and quickly follow me to the bathroom to take a shower with me.

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