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horror102 · 3 months

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Restless nights

TW: Smut, Size K!nk, F! Reader, 0ral, Anal,

(Black female reader X black Adam!)

“Adam?” She called out for him after a long day out with her friends. Silence, she had texted him that she hadn’t had a very welcoming day.

They had left her out, well that’s how she felt.

“Adam?” She coed once again, and wanting the comfort of his presence near her.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw her handsome lovely husband. Quietly he touched her shoulder, automatically he heard her heart calm itself and sooth.

“Adam.” She spoke. Placing her hand on top of his. A small smile on her face. Only to turn around and realize what laid upon his face wasn’t very pleasant.

Though, to her it wasn’t that much of a big deal. That was always how he looked, no matter how he felt, he never expressed it outwardly.

“You don’t look as you normally do, what’s the matter?”

His heart skipped a beat, though usually his face had flat unnoticeable changes, she noticed.

“Nothing.” He stated.

Walking away though honestly he had crippling things on his mind, he watched her pout in response of him not communicating with her. And God did he feel guilty, he just didn’t want to trust again, he didn’t want to get hurt like last time he put his trust in an ordinary human.

“Adam, sit.”

She demanded, his eyebrows raised at the sudden change of tone. Though his sweetheart was never like this so simply yet reluctantly he obeyed.

“Listen to me Adam, I know. I know it’s hard to trust someone, and I won’t say that I can relate on your level of experience because to each its own. But I love you, my God Adam I married you! And even though you don’t trust me, I just want you to know it’s okay. It’s okay to find it a hassle at first, to find it hard. But listen carefully. You can trust me, I will never do harm to your heart. I love you Adam, and hopefully you’ll come around to talking to me more. To communicating, to expressing yourself. Goodnight Adam.”

She walked away from him, though he couldn’t help but feel some type of way about it, he could hear her heart pat in a beat that was different from when he appeared,

More saddened, more disappointed, yet still filled with patience and care.

Before she got out of arms reach he clasped her hand, her soft doughy looking eyes eyed him up and down, curiosity.

Her heart started to beat, as fast as he ever heard it.

“I love you too.”

His voice was stern, eyeing the fact that her hand looked so small in his. Her body petite and gentle. Needed to be held with care, yet here he was.

She jumped, she hugged him, she kissed his face, sitting in his lap she kissed his lips.

God, she drove him insane. Her tiny chubby thighs coating his, her soft chocolate skin shining in the moon light.

His hands placed themselves gently onto her waist, nails digging into her waist line.

He smashed his lips back into hers, forcing his tongue through her plump lips. He was coming for it all. An indescribable hunger.

Quickly, and carefully. He walked towards the bedroom, not wanting her to get a headache from unnatural speed.

Placing her on top of the bed spreads, lightly placing her down. A quick nod of affirmation before taking off her shirt, ripping it in two.

A small look of admiration, how beautiful she looked spread out, thighs apart, with wetness leaking through. Her stomach folds covered with the marks of his nails.

Her chest was laid out in front him, he didn’t know how to react, of course they had sex on their honeymoon. But never with such harsh love.

“Are you sure Adam?”

God he made himself look like a fool, why would such a tiny woman have to make sure he was okay. He was practically a god. And she took his urges into consideration.

He pulled out his cock, she was a like dwarf to him she was so much shorter than him. His cock looked so monstrous near her small cunt.

Aligning himself, obviously since she was a grown woman she hadn’t been a virgin. Yet still, he had to be cautious not to literally split her in halves, after all these years they haven’t had sex.

He pushed slowly, hearing her gasp and heart race, listening closely to the sound of her cunt tearing.

He pushed again, listening to her cry. He smiled, for the first time in two years, he smiled.

Watching her cunt leak around him, he pushed harder, she couldn’t handle it. But this is what she wanted, this is what she deserves for being such a good girl.

“Adam.”

She coed, crying and her tits bouncing as he thrusted harder. He had to slow down as he heard her tear once again.

“Yeah baby?”

She became flustered and so did he. It just slipped out as his cock slipped in.

She tried to push him away, trying to be released so she wouldn’t cum all over him. Yet he kept her in place watching little squirts of cum coat him.

A chuckle and a smirk, “such a good girl.”

He flipped her over, and she was so plump and tiny. He just wanted to fuck her dead.

“Fuck.”

He growled low into her ear, obviously he knew he began to get overstimulated. The way she’d squirt, and how her tits flopped around.

“Adam, enough!.”

He didn’t stop, he couldn’t. He wanted to fuck the shit out of her, too show her that he cares, that he’ll change.

“I can’t hmmpfh handle it!”

She clawed on his back as he pressed her legs up towards her chest giving her easier access to her cunt.

Thrusting in and out her pussy, her warmth coating him as she became all full and mushy inside.

“I’m almost done.”

He chuckled, grabbing her thighs and slamming himself into her cunt, making her scream and roll her eyes back. She dug her nails into his skin.

“Adam, fuck, oh fuck, help Adam.”

She couldn’t handle it, she started whimpering as the heat of his nutt coated her insides.

“It’s okay, it’s all over.”

He pulled his cock out. Watching his tip leave her cunt as her pussy dripped.

He turned around to talk to her, to communicate but his sweetheart had passed out.

He patted her thigh as he went up to grab a wash cloth and towel, running a hot bubble bath as he placed her body in.

Cleaning and scrubbing the nutt off, and a little blood from the stretches of how he ripped her.

Reminiscing of how huge his cock was stretching her little hole.

Poor baby. He thought

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horror102 · 3 months

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Girl you need to make another one with Joe Goldberg😭🙏🙏

I’m cooking up something bbg 😈

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horror102 · 4 months

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Can you be my Tumblr friend?

Ofc ofc 🗣️💕

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horror102 · 8 months

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I consumed you, because I knew you’d leave. I walk around with bits of you in my teeth.- MD.S

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horror102 · 9 months

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This isn’t love.

Billy Loomis falling in love, with someone who isn’t possibly capable of loving a murderer

TW: Angst, Kissing, crying, self harm, suicide, murder,

Billy Loomis; He saw you in a store, soft and sweet, paying for the elderly couple behind you. Usually he didn’t care about what good deeds his soon to be victims did but you were soft, and sweet. So as the concerned person he was he stalked you or in other words walked you home without you noticing.

Billy had never saw you before, so you being in that shop was almost as if fate aligned you. He thought, his mouth casually dropped to the floor once you walked into the school, a gray shirt and loose jeans. A book bag, and lunchbox even though no one brought them anymore.

He would follow you home, just to make sure you’re safe of course.

And finally whilst him and Sidney were having relationship issues, he summoned the courage to talk to you, a simple “hey, you must be new here.” And he carried the conversation walking you and leading you through the new to you- halls of the school.

Eventually, the more him and Sidney fought over the serial killer going around town, and accusing him back and forth of being the killer which he repeatedly denied. He would come to you, tell you about it and call it “horse shit”

You couldn’t help but wonder how a sweet charming guy, with a silly sense of humor could possibly be the killer, he wouldn’t even think of doing such a thing.

So One night, you were sitting on your back porch when you heard someone yell your name, frightened yet the voice sounded oddly familiar so you looked over to see Billy, obviously you were creeped that he knew where you lived but felt safe knowing there was a killer on the loose and he would protect you. Like he said he would.

You let him in, as your parents were asleep and you went inside your bedroom, he sat on the frame of your bed and you sat in the middle, he clicked through the movies trying to find something to watch, finally deciding on a horror movie. He locked the window, and your door was already locked because you wouldn’t want your parents to see him, though what’s harm in a little movie?

He scooted up taking off his shoes and jacket, he smelled like male body wash and fresh soap. Cologne covered his whole body. And it was alluring.

He had you cuddled up underneath his arm and your legs over his, his hand on your thigh as you watched the movie occasionally gripping his arm or yelping during horror scenes in which he laughed.

Once the movie ended, you both took a pause, you yawned and he smiled, he looked at you slowly, but surely. He inhaled through his nose and you cuddled yourself deeper into the pit of his arm. He called your name, causing you to look him in his eyes.

“I like you, a lot.”

You paused, mouth open but eyebrows cocked.

“I’m assuming you also like Sidney?”

His eyes went wide and you sighed, you weren’t going to fall into his play boy tricks, he stayed silent for a second but continued to speak.

“Not as much as I like you.”

You sighed and turned away, but continuing he leaned in and you couldn’t help to turn away from those pretty pink lips and God, did that kiss feel amazing. His tongue slithered into your mouth and your slid on top of his, you broke apart a slight smile on both of your faces. He gave you a small peck on your forehead with his lips, and your eyes began to drift too sleep. And that was the end of the night.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You and Billy started dating immediately after Sidney broke up with him due to all her attacks. She was frightened and scared growing anxious of who the killer might be in which Billy said he was just tired of her accusing him so they separated.

You were slightly happy, because you knew you would never accuse Billy of such a thing, you and him have been dating for months, and what he promised you, about protecting you surely has been working. Because you weren’t attacked or any family you knew attacked either.

Billy always took you out on dates, he let you meet his best friend Stu, and it was overall always a good time when you were with him. And today your going on your “hundredth” date which was common so you thought nothing of it.

He repeatedly told you, not to think to much of it. And kept asking you would you love his despite what he did or his faults, in which of course you said yes. Who could not? What could this possibly pretty boy do? The only bad thing you saw him do is run over a squirrel and he comforted you as you started crying over it. So what bad could he do?

He stayed by your side more than ever today, and he kept asking you those same questions. “Would you love me if I did something bad?” They started off silly but started to go deeper it started off like “would you love me if I ate your ice cream?” And went to “would you love me if I killed someone? And of course naive you said yes because he had to be joking, and just wanting some reassurance, but don’t we all? You thought.

Billy would always bring you little gifts, and reassure you protection, fighting for you over little things and hurting people physically if they dared to hurt you. And you found it sweet, your sweet little boy who had a tough heart for defending you. A girls dream. And you were the one living it.

Billy told you to dress casual, and which you did, long sleeved shirt, because it was cold, and a pear of his sweatpants and his hoodie he gave you. It still smelled like him.

He told you to meet him at this place, and he’d have Stu walk you because of course he didn’t want his angel walking alone, and you were so giddy, spraying thousands of perfume but careful not ridding the smell of him because you loved it. Brushing your teeth, and doing some skin care and a bit of makeup. Wanting to look perfect for your pretty boy.

In the midst of finishing up you heard a horn, and you grabbing your purse and jogged out the door into the car with Stu in it, you shared some laughs and jokes. Though Stu, looked more stern than usual. Which was odd for Stu of course. You asked him why, and he said he wasn’t sure about something. And you said whatever it was it would turn out okay. Which he smiled but still keeping the sternness clear in the posture of his eyebrows.

He walked you to this blanket on the floor, on top of grass in the middle of a flower field. It was pretty, especially with the stars, he knew you liked flowers so that’s probably why he picked it you thought. And letting out a giggle watching Stu leave waving him goodbye. And hearing the car screech as he pulled off. You waited for a minute before feeling hands on your shoulders.

You screeched and laughed at you saw Billy’s face, he smiled but you couldn’t help but notice he had a slight cut on his upper lip as if he had been fighting. But you didn’t want to pester him about it and ruin the moment.

“So?”

You asked wondering what you were doing in the middle of a field.

He softly shushed you, telling you to be patient. He pulled out a picnic basket, you giggled of course because look at how cute this was? Everyone’s dream, God you were so lucky. Under the stars on a picnic date. With your caring lover. Your soft, strong, beautiful, handsome, precious boy. God you were so in love.

You were so excited watching him pull out a PBJ sandwich, he knew you hated mayo and loved peanut butter, and that was obviously your favorite sandwich. You ate whilst looking at the stars he repeatedly ignored your questions with a tsk and scoff. Brushing you off as you both continued to eat and drink little apple juice boxes. This was cute and sweet, as all you were thinking. You were already planning the future.

Kids, Married, Happy.

All you ever wanted a dream come true, and who would’ve thought, you. And average girl, in a small town who could’ve been mercilessly slaughtered by a town stalker and serial killer. But somehow luckily found love, with the sweetest boy in town. His parent’s must’ve loved him. And taught him right. You thought.

Once you finally got done eating, he cleaned up, and coughed as if clearing his throat. He grabbed both of your hands, and drew circles on them with his thumb.

“You will love me, no matter what i do, just how i love you, right?”

He asked, and you just found it so sweet, tears almost fell, because you never thought you’d have love like this.

“Yes Billy, of course, who wouldn’t love a sweet boy like you.”

Your heart was full of butterflies, he’s presence made you shake. But it was so full of love, almost suffocating. Utmost.

“You promise?”

“I promise, Billy.”

He inhaled, and opened his mouth ready to speak.

“I am Ghost-Face,”

“What?”

You were confused, what was he saying? You let out an anxious laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood by being confused.

“The serial killer, who’s been terrorizing the town.”

You let out another anxious chuckle your hands were shaking in his grasp as you realize what you got yourself the fuck into.

“Billy no- please tell me this is a joke. If it is, it isn’t funny.”

“It isn’t, imagine, how much we could have, I’ll always protect you, like I promised, like I’m doing now. I love you, and I’ll continue to love you whilst I slaughter that bitch Sidney.”

His voice deepened and he reached into the basket, grabbing a voice changer and the mask, putting it on pulling out a blade from his pocket with blood coated on it.

“No-no- Billy, you can’t do this to people.”

Your love had completely vanished, even just a few moments ago you thought he was the one, but who is possibly capable of loving a heartless murderer with no sense of morality what so ever, he could hurt me.

“I know, it’s bad, but you love me, so that doesn’t exactly matter anymore.”

He chuckled thinking it was all some silly game.

“No. I don’t,”

He paused, his chuckle vanished. His lips stayed in a straight line, he had a dark look in his eyes, hands clenched around the blade. Twitching, and eyes wild and beastly.

“What?”

He asked, his voice, sounded deep and weird, like the Devil, like the raw wound and monster he was.

“I don’t love you, you fucking monster.”

You grew angry, he killed your fucking friends. He killed those silly little boys asking you out whilst they were drunk. He killed innocents that were just backgrounds in the story.

Enraged, he looked up at you. His head was shaking and his face was red. Eyes sheltering the tears that threatened to fall.

“Your a murderer, how could you possibly-expect someone to love you. God, oh my God! Sidney was right about you. Your the fucking Devil.”

A single tear drop fell from his eye. He stood still. Hands straining from how tight he held the knife, you obviously took notice and slowly backed away.

“This isn’t funny, is this some type of joke Stu put you up too?”

He asked, completely oblivious to the truth, or at least not wanting to face it, you didn’t give him an answer, you didn’t say yes, you didn’t say no, you didn’t say anything. You spun on your heel and you fucking ran.

You ran fast, faster than any time you ever ran before.

In your peripheral vision you say Billy, standing still in the same place hands by his side. Which innocuously cause you to run slowly but steadily away. Until he bolted at you, knife in hand and yelling in rage.

Calling you a liar, a whore, worthless, nothing and his lovely.

Though Billy was taller and stronger, you were more stealth. Making it easier for you to dodge the trees and branches that blocked your direction of running. Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him fall from a beach and it diving straight through his legs. Wanting to go back and help, and him calling your name in agony, begging for your help. You resisted, you ran full speed and out of air towards the nearest police station.

Banging on the doors with blood on your hands from the cuts you got from the thorns. Immediately they took you in, and you told them everything, leaving out stuff that could lead Billy in more trouble than he is already in. Crying, and shivering. Nibbling on your bottom lip, wondering how could you fall into his manipulative tricks.

Your legs in your hands, as your sat in the chair, anxiously looking behind your back in fear that he’d catch you and take you with him. You knew you should’ve listened to the things that people had said about them, you couldn’t help but wonder if Stu knew.

You were alone, dropping nearly all of your friends that dared to shame the supposed love of your life.

You started remember the time he climbed through the window and snuck in, giving you the kiss that finally bonded you two. And the way he smelled near you, neatly tucking you to sleep before he left, to go home before your parents came inside to wake you up for school.

You whined and you cried as nearby officers comforted you. And a couple came back telling you, there was no sight of him.

Your eyes widened in surprise wondering if he’d come back to get revenge and slaughter you.

Though unbeknownst to you, he was running to Stu’s house with a gash in his leg. Tears running down his face and a ring in his pocket. Screaming and crying in heartbreak. Not a care in the fucking world about him bleeding from his leg, he knew it was too good to be true. He always knew he was too horrid to love.

Too rough, too mean, too cruel, too much. He was always too much but somehow never enough.

Sidney had fucked his life up, he didn’t love her he loved you, his precious pretty girl. The only half of him that wasn’t rotten or bleeding.

The only person Stu agreed on letting live. The only person he fucking loved. But you left so you couldn’t have loved him that much right?

No, that can’t possibly be true, you were right. You would never Love a fucking killer, who would? Maybe you thought he would lose control maybe you thought he would hurt you. What sane person would fall in love with him, no wonder you left. You deserved too, you needed too leave. He didn’t deserve someone like you, he deserved someone just as rotten as him, someone as horrid, someone who didn’t love him at all.

In the midst of his thoughts he saw Stu smoking on the edge of his front porch immediately he ran too Billy, helping him up, and carrying him in the house before any sirens came.

Stu didn’t dare ponder about the tears on his face, because he already knew. He just bandaged him up and packed there stuff so they could get ready to go in hiding.

The only words Stu muttered to him was-

“This is why you don’t think you’re in love.”

In which Billy sat there letting him bandage him, eyes at the floor swelling. And the remembrance of you wearing his hoodie with a smile on your pretty face. Just too look at him in complete fear and disdain when he told you how much of a monster he really was.

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horror102 · 10 months

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Un-perfect?

(Patrick Bateman X Fem! Reader)

TW!! Angst, crying, manipulation, abandonment, murder, kissing.

You look down at your watch, you picked out a necklace for you and Patrick’s hundredth date he assured you, you both should go on.

He ushered you to go and pick out a necklace for he didn’t want to pick the wrong one.

And unexpectedly you found the one you wanted in an instant, it was being showcased and you purchased it, early than Patrick expected.

You walked up to the register, your black heels tapped the marble tills as you strutted toward the counter.

Pulling cash out, and asking how much would it cost, a feisty bill of 230. You paid it off and hurriedly ushered over a taxi.

Awkwardly saying hello and then telling the man your destination, surprisingly he drove fast, after he saw the money in your purse.

You thanked him whilst digging your key out the purse and stepping on the sidewalk.

You pressed your key code and walked up the steps, taking a left to the elevator. As you got in you dialed your floor number. Key in hand.

As it opened, you heels tapped the carpet, sounding more muffled than before. You took a two-step jog towards your door. Pulling your dress down and putting the necklace on.

Sliding the key into the key hole, you turned it with a *click!* stepping instead on the porcelain floor.

“Patrick?”

You coughed, only to hear shuffling. And music, you giggled to yourself wondering what he had in store.

You took of your heels, and walked onto the carpet side, your feet being rested and comforted by the new position and footing. You tip-toed towards the shuffling trying to be sneaky.

Opening the door with a slight creak.

You snatch the door open a wide smile on your face as you yelled “Patrick!” In happiness.

You saw him crouched down in a suit, plastic around his body. His head snapped towards you by the sound of your yelping voice. He stood hurriedly, almost in a panic. Trying to cover water he was hiding with his posture.

“Patrick?”

Your voice coed into his ears, you tilted your head over and he watched as your jaw dropped from what you had seen.

You took two steps back, eyes still wide from shock.

“Dear, honey-”

He spoke, a welcoming head stretched forward.

You let out a petrifying scream, he immediately rushed forward and grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest. A hand over your mouth but slightly tilted so you could breath from your nose.

He whispered

“Calm down,”

Repeatedly whilst giving harsh pressuring kisses on your forehead. His other hand over your chest, monitoring your heartbeat.

He waited until your heartbeat cooled down before he let you go carefully whilst locking the door.

“Listen to me.”

He commanded. Kicking whoever’s body over flat. You gulped in response nodding your head repeatedly.

“You trust me right, you know I would never hurt you?”

You nodded again, lips cracked and dry. From paranoia. You backed yourself into a corner. Eyes full of water threatening to fall. And when they did Patrick let out a sigh.

“Listen, don’t cry. I did this for us. You know I would never do this to hurt you, right?”

You gathered the courage to speak, anger filled in your veins.

“For us, that’s ridiculous! You did this for yourself, you did this for your own nasty desire Patrick. Your cold blooded, your a murderer!”

He, let out another sigh pressing his finger to his lips in a hushing motion, he kicked the body again in annoyance accidentally giving you a glance of the persons face.

“You killed- My only friend Patrick. My God!”

You yelled running towards the body, knees to your chest and hands on theirs.

They were obviously dead though still you put your head on their lifeless chest empathizing.

“See? Look at that. Your all over him my love, how could I resist?! This isn’t my fault, it’s yours.”

You looked up at him in disbelief of him blaming you. And you were overly fed up, you had kept his little secret of killing his coworker.

“My fault, God your heartless Patrick. Your so un-perfect than what you pretend to be.”

He paused. Frozen in his footsteps.

“Un-perfect?”

You hurriedly nodded once again, placing your head on the lifeless corpse chest, muffled cries leaving your lips.

He gripped your by your neck and threw you back, grabbing the body and pushing you out the way. Locking the door and taking the key leaving you there alone.

You shook in the corner of your room. Wondering how much did he lie about? Did he lie about his love? His obsession with you? Did he lie about his vowels at your wedding?

Stuck in shock, and absurd disgrace.

You heard the clicking of the door and your head snapped in it’s direction. He came inside not locking the door behind himself.

Getting on one knee before placing a hand on your face and giving your forehead a little kiss.

“I love you. You know that right?”

Lies, lies, lies, you thought you fist clenched and jaw tightened, you quickly turned your lips away when he went in for a kiss.

“I don’t love you.”

He froze as you let out those words letting out a chuckle.

“Don’t lie to yourself, we love eachother.”

You were done, you were sick and tired of this facade he was strung to put up.

“I don’t love you anymore, I’m tired of these fucking lies Patrick. Go ahead, do it, go ahead and kill me like you did the others. Be the fucking killer you are.”

His jaw clenched in anger, he tightened his grip on your hand. Giving it a soft kiss before saying that he’d be right back unknowingly dropping the key out his pocket. He left the room, and immediately you took notice of the key.

You heard the bathroom door close and you rushed out. Locking the bathroom door, and running outside of the apartment hallways. You heard Patrick thrust and bang at the bathroom door before finally breaking it down.

Yelling and roaring your name, though you were already on the bottom floor barefooted, bout time you heard his thumping footsteps. You made it outside and you ran to a far away pay phone calling the police to the apartment.

You ran to some nearby woman, and told them about your situation. They also called the cops and the police picked you up and let you stay the night at the department.

You were utterly shocked when they came back and said they saw no one there, and Patrick Bateman was no where to be found.

Patrick had ran away somewhere, he already planned to start a new life. But whilst he was running from the apartment you struck his mind.

“My wife.”

He mumbled to himself choking on his tears, as he ran at full speed growing lightheaded.

He nibbled on his bottom lip holding back his cries, sure he might’ve lied to you about where he went and what he did. But never, was he love for you wasn’t true. The flashbacks of his vowels flashed his mind.

“Through life and death, I’ll always love you. Between truths and lies. You’ll always have the deepest puncture in my heart.”

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horror102 · 10 months

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Masterlist

Cold blooded- Black Adam x Reader

God bless America- Homelander x reader

Dead man walking- Rick grimes x reader

You think I'm psycho- Loki x reader

Sweet blood- Leatherface x reader

In the arms of an angel- Michael Myers x reader

Come back to me- Arthur Morgan x reader

Pumpkin pie- Michael Myers x reader

Two faced- Two face x reader

Christmas puppy love- Joe Goldberg x reader

Manipulator- Bruce Wayne x reader

Shazam!- Black Adam x reader

Fate- Doctor Fate x reader

Silence kills- Kane x reader

One shot one kill- Simon Riley x reader

Behind the mask- Sniper mask x reader

Trucker- Bo Sinclair x reader

Confused love- Jacob Goodnight x reader

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horror102 · 11 months

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Hiii! I'm sorry I've been gone for a while! But we are backkkkkk!

#slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #slasher fucker #slashers #black reader #slasher imagines #bo sinclair x reader #jacob goodnight #anime fanfic

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horror102 · 1 year

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My head is empty. Any help??? I have a downlow of the fanfics I do. And my head is as empty as a bowl….

#slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #slasher fucker #slashers #black reader #slasher imagines #bo sinclair x reader #jacob goodnight #anime fanfic

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horror102 · 1 year

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hi love, i saw your post abt tumblr friends, so here i am :)

i’m into tvd, marvel, santa clarita diet, and horror :)

I love TVD I’m a little part of Marvel, and I LOVEE HORROR. Dm me on tumblr?

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horror102 · 1 year

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I miss him so much! <3

How he would call me “my love.” And tell me everything’s going to be okay.

But then he randomly blocked me because he got a girlfriend 😭 but like can you atleast say goodbye?

This other guy just keeps tryna fuck, like Lemme talk to you first???

VENT POST! Sorry 😭

#cw vent #vent #vent post #vent blog

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horror102 · 1 year

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Tumblr friends???

I need some friends yall cmonnn

13+ PLEASE BE OVER THE AGE OF 13!

And no older than your twenties

I’m not young, but I’m not old. The age of tumblr is 17+ but like cmon who really listens to that 💀

ANYWAY! Please do not harass any of my young followers and let them read any Fluff content they want!

DO NOT READ ANYTHING LABLED!

Any Info about me will be told privately! I want to get to know my followers and have more commissions!

IF ANYTHING INAPPROPRIATE IS IN MY DMS YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! Unless it’s a story NSFW request, HAVE FUN!

I want to start a fandom! Or a discord! And discord is 13+ and any fandom will be allowed! Especially if I’m apart of it!

Undertale fandom,

WWE fandom,

Horror fandom,

supernatural fandom,

Dc fandom,

Marvel fandom,

Game fandom,

Movie fandom,

Peoples oc’s X a certain character.

Just anything! Anime fandom,

Cartoon fandom,

Greek gods,

ANYTHING! <3 red dead redemption,

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Code blue. Crybaby.

Prompt: When we were young, Patrick Bateman X GN! Reader.

You’ve changed, oh how you’ve changed. But just this once, let the memories never fade away.

Headcanons!

Patrick Bateman.

Your family had always been lower class, Patrick’s Parents having money always paid your rent during your struggle.

You were embarrassed that his family were richer than yours.

You hated that Patrick brought you gifts.

You hated that you were two young foolish teenagers, Patrick known for being rebellious and you for being the angel child.

Patrick had always been mean to you, but god was he the first person to defend you to anything.

When you too were alone he’d talk about the stars, your favorite colors. Try to pry you into telling him the most expensive thing you want for you birthday so he could buy it.

He would smile at you, defend you everytime you got into a fight at school or argument. How the person would somehow get Doxxed after dealing with you.

He’d listen to your music and listen to you horribly sing with a sickening pleasurable smile on his face.

He’d laugh at you with his friends, but if any of them were to make a joke about you he’d beat them to a pulp.

You were never sure if you two were friends or enemies.

Until one night, Patrick stated that he needed help, Patrick never needs help. So immediately you snuck out and went to save him.

Just to see him peacefully sitting on his jacket on the perfectly cut grass with a huge blanket covering the ground.

“Sit.” He told you, you sat. You questioned him about the whole thing and he simply dismissed you.

Asking you what you thought about love, what you thought about hate. What would you do with powerful success, your thought on vengeful murder.

Every-time he looked at you, and every-time you’d respond he’d tell you, your different. He’d say, sweet things and then randomly shut down.

He’d tell you about your eyes, and lean closer toward you with his hand cradling yours.

He’d place a kiss on your lips under the night stars, he’d separate the kiss with a confused look on his face. A soft smile in the cracks of his face.

You’d walk home in silence, immediately when you departed you. He’d call you, asking you “how was the kiss?” He’d tease you “I mean it must’ve felt pretty great if you want to see me again.”

After that, he announced it publicly that you two were dating, the whole school and teachers knew, people would intentionally flirt with Patrick just to see if his attention would change, but his eyes stayed on you.

Bullying came, people made you feel like a disgrace dating Patrick, made you feel broken and poor inside.

He tried his best to stop it, bribing, fighting, cursing, but more and more came.

Eventually you had to switch schools, Patrick in a different one from you but staying loyal.

You couldn’t handle it all, you couldn’t handle the backlash, you couldn’t handle the fame. So you ended it.

Calls on calls on calls you ignored.

You grew up, you departed. You eventually forgot about the kiss, and Patrick remembered everything about it. Was the kiss not good enough for you to stay? Did he not buy you enough gifts? Did he not compliment you enough?

That’s it. He’d strive to be perfect. He’d show you that you should come back. And he’d give you double as much.

But eventually he saw you were never coming back, he knew that he’d never kiss you again. That he’d never hear you whisper his name. He’d never hear you scold him.

He grew, and grew. But every now and then you’d cross his mind. And he’d place a soft hand on his lips. Trying to remember your touch, And what your voice sounded like.

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