#blood dividers

[k1ssyoursister]

Hello!! Could I ask for dividers w/ a gothic red aesthetic? Or anything red works, really. Love your stuff and have a good day/night!

hey @avatar0fpr1de ! of course, here are some that I think might fit your request, I hope you like them! if you want more or they're not what you were looking for, just let me know!

I hope you like them! please like, reblog, and credit  ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡

[strangergraphics]

gorey/creepy themed dividers requested by @slasher-jax

please like and credit if you use, reblogs are appreciated! thank you! 💕

[astralnymphh]

divider dump 2 ♡ৎ..

CLICK TO HELP PALESTINE . PALESTINE RESOURCES random drop of some dividers i made for fics/for fun! credit if you use please! (tw: blood + bones + realistic heart + sword below the cut)

[kodaswrld]

bloody divider set 🩸

divider creator - requests open - like & reblog if you use!!

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[mebellad4]

-Vampire aesthetic moodboard.🩸

[animatedglittergraphics-n-more]

blood dividers

source▪️f2u w cr▪️base: 1-4 / 5-8

requested by anon

[toxicanonymity]

DOMESTICATION

MR. GHOSTFACE x F!READER 🔪 1.8K WORDS SUMMARY: He has his way with you while you're stuck. WARNINGS: 18+ Noncon, unsafe PIV, knife/blood, collar. Inspired by this scene and ask 🔪 Divider 🔪 MY FICS

Down on all fours like the prey you were, you tore the cloudy, plastic flap off its hinges and began to squeeze through the little door. You thought to scream but choked on the air you drew in. With your head through the hole, you coughed and glanced around. No one in sight. Fallen leaves tumbled and scraped across the driveway over the muffled sounds of the party.

No one was coming to save you.

You managed to wriggle halfway out, but no further. In the process of trying, your skirt got all bunched up. The cool air of the garage was hitting your ass, and your lace panties with their heart shaped cutout were doing nothing to help.

He had to be enjoying this. Probably admiring his knife with a smug tilt of his mask. Why was he so quiet?

You stopped struggling, taking a moment to catch your breath and think. He should've caught you by now. Was there any chance he left the garage? Any chance he wouldn't kill you?

He didn't have a habit of leaving them alive.

When you began to struggle again, a weak motor droned awake, making your stomach drop. The garage door began to lift, and the bottom edge of it dug into your stomach. Your heart sank with dread. Within seconds you’d likely be dead or mangled. Seconds, IF you were lucky. The thought of him dragging out your demise was even worse. You had seen his crime scenes.

Your knees lifted off the ground as the door made its ascent.

“Please,” you begged, shoes sliding against the floor.

The garage door creaked as it came to a halt. Your feet pedaled in futility, searching for the floor. You lifted your chest, trying to wriggle backwards. The only way out of this cursed little door-–if there even was a way out-–led right to his knife.

“Please, please, I won't run. I'll be good,” you begged through tears.

Silence. Unlike him.

“I'll be good,” you repeated quieter. "Please, Mr. Ghostface."

The motor started again, and you winced. But the door began to lower, allowing you a moment of relief as your bare knees met the cool, smooth floor.

His footsteps got louder and clearer as he crossed the space. Despite being unable to see him, you knew his presence loomed behind you-–you could feel it in your bones.

Sure enough, two gloved hands gripped your thighs, lifting your lower body for a moment and spreading your legs before setting your knees down further apart.

He made a place for himself between your knees, spreading them even wider. The smooth fabric of his robe pooled over your legs with him between them. He ran his gloved hands up your torso from your hips to your waist, pushing your skirt up further so it was up around your navel. Then, two satin thumbs lightly brushed your skin, tracing the heart-shaped cutout of your underwear.

After a moment of rustling behind you, a gloved finger slotted between your panties and ass. He pulled the garment out from your body, then the elastic tension released with a slice of his knife.

More rustling. His movement made the robe graze your butt. You weren't sure if you were imagining the sound of his belt coming undone behind you, but the thought of it made your face heat up.

The heavy fabric of his robe lifted off your calves, removing any doubt about what he was about to do. You tried to ignore the way your pussy throbbed.

The smooth head of his cock nudged your entrance, then slid wetly along your slit, forward and back. You hadn't realized just how aroused you were until feeling cock glide so smoothly against your well lubricated cunt. The head lingered at your front, nudging just the right spot. Your hips tilted all on their own, and he paused before sliding back to your wet little hole, resting the curve of his tip just inside.

He gripped your hips and pushed forward, intruding into your tight, warm sleeve with his thick, hard cock. Inch by inch, his stiff manhood pushed its way into you, the pressure of his girth pushing the breath out of your lungs. He slid all the way in without much difficulty and paused after bottoming out.

You took a much needed breath.

The skin of your chest radiated warmth. Your whole upper body was hot, despite the cool air.

Your lower body was warm and stuffed.

Two big, gloved hands wrapped around your thighs, then lifted. Your body lurched forward as far as it could, then he pulled you back on him, bottoming out deeper before he let your weight back down.

You braced your forearms on the driveway and he moved his hands up to hold your hips. He withdrew most of his length then squeezed your hips and pulled you back again as he slammed all the way back in. This wasn't bad… he was slow, almost careful.

Almost as though he could hear your thoughts, he seemed to drop all restraint. He buried his cock in you at a steadily increasing pace. You were shaken by just how good he felt inside you.

You bit your arm to stifle your moans, but it was no use. He'd have to hear your sounds of pleasure, as humiliating as it was. You removed your mouth from your bicep, leaving a string of spit as you took a deep breath.

As you inhaled the night air, it smelled like someone was having a bonfire... Someone, somewhere had come outside. Maybe even the neighbors.

But you didn't cry for help.

It was as though the cock in your cunt had gagged your throat, paralyzing you. It couldn't be that you didn't want him to stop, could it? No, you told yourself.

With every thrust, it felt more like a lie.

The rhythm of his pounding made your breasts jiggle. Your arms and wrists rubbed against the driveway, but you hardly felt it. Any discomfort was drowned out by the pleasant stretch of his girth, and the grip of your pussy clinging to his length as it pushed through you.

You closed your eyes and went somewhere else, giving into the feel-good chemicals coming to boil in your blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was the rush of survival and how much was his dick, but the combination had you hurtling toward the stratosphere. Full, you were packed full. God, it felt good. Even better, the more you let yourself feel it.

There was something freeing about completely submitting to his will. Letting him use you like a fucktoy. Giving in, letting him win, you could relax and let it all wash over you. With your body held in his hands and wrapped around his cock, you felt weightless. There was no longer pressure to fight back or flee. The only pressure was low in your gut, building toward something unthinkable. Closer with each heavy stroke.

You spasmed with a whimper.

He abruptly sped up to jackhammer pace, pushing you to the brink within seconds. You rode that edge for longer than you thought anyone could keep up that pace. You remembered to breathe, and then you saw stars. The hair on your neck stood up as you clung to the ethereal force that rippled through your loins. Pleasure shot through your core to each limb.

He slowed down as you clenched around him, then bottomed out deeper. It was like he’d created more space in you and packed it with more cock than you ever thought you'd take.

Until the warmth began to spread inside, you didn't realize he was coming. He had given no outward indication of it. You could hardly distinguish your throbbing from his, until yours faded and he was still twitching.

The grip of his hands eased up as he finished. He held you with your ass flush against his wiry hair, anchoring you. Plugging you.

After a minute, it started to feel colder outside. You felt more exposed, vulnerable, but still dared to imagine he might leave you alive.

One hand let go of you, and his robe shifted, brushing the back of your thigh. He pulled back your ruined underwear again. This time, he cut through the side and took it all the way off. Then, the surprisingly warm flat of his blade pressed against the side of your butt cheek. It slid up over the curve of your flesh.

Your heart pounded, reminding you to fear for your life.

The metal left your skin, only for the point of the blade to then prickle the center of your lower back. He held you still, and his cock twitched inside you as he began to draw blood.

You pleaded, “don't," but your insides throbbed.

A sharp, white heat followed the blade, curving upward, out, and down toward your crack. He repeated it on the other side to complete the heart. Your ears burned and pounded with their own pulse. Your inner ears began to ache.

Finally, his cock slid out of you, and after a moment of jostling, he got out from between your legs. Then, facing your side, his robe grazed your back as he hovered over you and grabbed hold of your waist. He tugged gently. You extended your arms in front of you and held them together as he pulled you back into the garage. warm blood trickled into your crack as you sat up. His gloved thumb smeared it upward.

Clear snot was coming out of your nose. You sniffed and he wiped that too, with a knuckle.

Holding his knife, he showed it to you as he stood up. He crossed the garage in just a few strides while you obediently sat back on your knees, adjusting your bra and fixing your hair.

He returned with his hands full.

Your face fell blank when you looked up to see a collar with a leash hanging off it. Your lips parted, but no sound came out. He tilted his head, then stooped down to reach around your neck and fasten the it. The arms of his robe created a curtain of darkness as he adjusted the buckle and tested the tightness with two fingers between it and your neck.

He stepped back, holding the leash, and tilted his mask, waiting. There was something else in his other hand. He clicked it, then tossed it aside as the garage door began to rise. He reached down and helped you up. Then, he walked you down the driveway and into the night, with a warm mess trickling down your thighs.

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thank you for reading 🖤

and tysm for your comments and asks 🙏the feedback and encouragement really helps me.

[lavendergalactic]

☆ 　vincent layouts + dividers!

event prize for @ribbonrabbitdaycare f2u w/ credit, reblog appreciated

dead plate gets me so inspired guys (also this isn't a new post layouts i just thought i'd upload the diviers too in a special way)

[sweetparty]

Do you have any goth/vampire theme dividers ?

Or cute brown/ beige ones with cats preferably

Thank you in advance ure adorable🩷

auaww thank you ,, sure ,, heres some stuff i have ! ૮꒰ ' ꒳ ' ꒱♪

[chocoperrito]

bone dividers + old one too !

[bleedingspiral]

Medical dividers/ free to use (credit is appreciated)

[marquisedegramont]

some simple vtm line dividers i made last night for the sillies & funzies

f2u , feel free to modify and recolor as you see fit :)

[nemesyaaa]

CIRCUS AU // dark!ring leader!rafe x showgirl!circus!reader (moodbard&aesthetic only. not a fic !)

“ i made you, doll. from head to toe. better than that, i own you. so you better listen to the owner that controls you. and you don't want me to break that pretty face and legs of yours ? be good and daddy promise, he will use you tonight. ”

“ see ? how beautiful you are when i ruin you. you really want me to take care of you but you can't resist me when i destroy you ? you're nothing without me. you need me for everything. you can't run away from me. didn't i really got you ? using all your daddy issues against you ? ”

when the makeup artist had finished with your clown makeup, rafe had entered your personal artist's dressing room. he never smiled, even his eyes were cold. but that didn’t stop you from melting every time you saw him, acting as if there was nothing bad and toxic about him. he had charmed and conditioned you. you were his perfect puppet, his masterpiece. he just had to pull your twines and you were on your knees.

you were young and innocent. perfect to manipulate. easy to use.

he loved seeing you on your thighs, completely spread while you gave him a sloppy blowjob, when he plug shut your red and sensitive nose, your drooling mouth deepthroat him. his large cock pressed and buried deep in your little throat. your swollen, abused lips dripping and your makeup smearing all over your whinning face.

"good doll don't cry. you know what they do? they say thank you when their owners ruin them. got it?"

to be continued...(no i was joking, just a sucker for circus core)

[kodaswrld]

scream / ghostface divider set p.2

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[murkshade]

shes normal i swear!! haha!! **kicks her crimes under the couch**

Softstar is for @dividedskiesrp!

[sister-lucifer]

Hi again!! if you're still making dividers.... could i request some cryptidcore or southern gothic ones?? plzplz :3

🪰Southern Gothic/Cryptidcore Dividers🪰

i’m not super familiar with these aesthetics so i hope i at least hit the broad strokes:] if these don’t meet your standards feel free to send in a more specific request!

please like, reblog, & credit if you use!

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