#horror dividers

[animatedglittergraphics-n-more]

horror/gore dividers

source▪️f2u w cr▪️base cr: 1,2,3 / 4 / 5 / not mine: 6,7,8

requested by anon

[strangergraphics]

gorey/creepy themed dividers requested by @slasher-jax

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

[astrumaur]

Purple recolor of bloody pentagram and eyes dividers

Requested by: Anon

[strangergraphics-archive]

hi i adore your dividers they’re so cute!!! can you do red/horror themed dividers if you haven’t already?

thank you so much sweetheart!

i’m so happy you like them! 💕

also i kinda went down the route of horror movies on this one so hope that’s okay!!

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

[bloodibambiidoll]

Scream dividers. Please give credit if you use! Reblogs are appreciated! 18+MNDI!

[fancytokyo]

[kodaswrld]

horror movie divider set!

[skmhlml]

Mouthwashing Captain Curly Tumbler dividers!

[skellygraphics]

Red White Black Slasher dividers

Free Slasher dividers. Please like and reblog if you decide to use, and credit @skellygraphics !! xx - Skelly

[anarchysin]

teeth dividers || free to use

[cheezitofthevalley]

80's slasher summer graphics (Pt 1)

ngl I have no idea where most of these are from. If anyone knows comment and I'll give credit/remove if they want.

[animatedglittergraphics-n-more]

hacksaw/saw dividers

ᐳ ᐳ please refer to my pinned post for divider rules ᐸ ᐸ

requested by anon

[strangergraphics]

horror movie themed dividers part 2:

part one

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

[astrumaur]

Red scary eyes and pentacles dividers

Requested by Anon

[miujo]

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[fear-is-truth]

dream a little, dream of me

── tate langdon x f!reader.

⟢ warnings— nsfw. mdni 18+ ⨟ dry hūmping ⋅ (sort of) somnō ⋅ cursing ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

The bedsheets rustle gently as tate shifts behind you, his body warm and heavy against yours. his arm is loosely wrapped around your waist, leg draped over yours, keeping you close in that clingy way only he can manage. you’re wearing your usual sleepwear—booty shorts and an oversized tee that hung off your shoulder—perfect for a warm night in L.A.

a content sigh escapes your lips as you settle deeper into the pillows—you feel safe like this, wrapped up in him. you move slightly, shifting your legs against his, feeling the smooth, cool skin of his leg as it tangles with yours. as you lay there, fast asleep, the feeling of something hard rubbing between your thighs awakens you. your eyes flutter open groggily, and the unmistakable hardness of tate’s erection is pressing into the curve of your thigh. his hips are rocking back and forth, humping against the thin barrier of fabric between you.

mortified and embarrassed, you bite your lip, torn between moving his leg to relieve the pressure and simply allowing the feeling to linger. after a moment’s deliberation, you decide to do nothing. sighing, you try your hardest to ignore how sloppy his grinding against you is becoming, how you can feel the warmth of his quickened breathing against your neck, and fuck, with his hips jerking forward of their own volition, it’s damn near impossible for you to hold still. there’s a stirring between your legs, warmth spreading through your loins that’s impossible to ignore.

he’s mumbling now, incoherent babble directed to the lucky subject of his dream, and you feel a pang of jealousy until,

“…mhmm–more, please,”

then you hear him say your name.

that’s it. you wiggle back, enough to fully press your ass against his rock-hard cock, and tate whimpers in his sleep. he reaches out and subconsciously grabs a handful of your right breast, squeezing it lightly. your bodies are now flush with each other, and his clothed length slots perfectly into the gap between your thighs, just below your aching pussy. you moan, squeezing your thighs together.

“w-wha-? oh shiiiit. ‘m so sorry,”

tate mumbles, half awake. obviously not sorry enough, for he starts sliding in and out of the small space, accidentally parting your labia and brushing up against your clit with each slow thrust. your wetness combined with his generous amount of precum creates the perfect lubrication, the obscene squelching noise breaking the silence of the night.

“ohmygod, f-fuck,” you whimper, “please keep doing that.”

“i don’t-” tate cuts himself off with a groan, wrapping squeezing your breast and letting his hips buck forward on their on accord,

“-don’t think i have a choice, oh, fuck… ’m close,” tate whines, more of a needy plea than an actual warning. he’s in a frenzy now, hips rutting like a dog in heat, prompting you to mewl when he unintentionally finds a specific spot that you’ve been aching. encouraged by your gasps and cries with the newfound angle, he begins aiming for it with purpose, hitting it with each thrust. you feel a warm wetness spread across your thighs, the sensation of it sticky against your skin. tate’s breathing slowed, a contented sigh. he kisses the nape of your neck, hands moving to your waist and lacing his fingers between yours.

“thank you.” he slurs, still drowsy but satisfied. you hum in response, raising your interlocked hands to your lips and pressing a kiss on his knuckles.

“you’re welcome, tate.”

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