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i found your account some time ago & i’m so glad i did! it’s so nice to see a black writer for slashers ☹️ you’re such an inspiration for me to keep writing what i want 🫶🏾
Thank you for this lovely message, dear! Please keep writing no matter what anyone says or even if it seems like no one is paying attention!
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I highly recommend getting commissions from her. They are a great price, done fast, and well done. It will help get her a new pen and other supplies for drawing
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hiiiii this is not a request but i wanted to say your fics are absolutely amazing and extremely well-written, reading all your work really feels like a breath of fresh air compared to all the other fics i’ve seen out there. yours feel so personable and entertaining and i really enjoy the personalities of each y/n character the more i read, i can’t even put into words how nice it is to read about a y/n character who isn’t a blithering damsel in distress like i see SO many other fics write them as, your y/ns feel like real ass people who can get shit done, and that is INFINITELY better than a lot of these other fics i’ve seen.
your gifsets and reaction images are also incredibly funny, it has me revisiting every fic over and over even if they’re characters i don’t really know about, lol
it’s always refreshing to see more black writers out in medias and even if you don’t write again, just know your work reaches the hearts and lives of many.
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I try my hardest to make black y/n''s and OC's not only unique but diverse in their personalities.
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You're Taken Care Of: Soft Black Woman Era Series
Standing in front of your house, Chromeskull caresses your sides as your arms wrap around him. You'd just made your relationship official, with him asking through the most romantic display of tulips ever displayed. Although he could have asked you through his talking keyboard, the emotion would have been lost behind the automated voice.
"How much left do you have to pay on your house?" he suddenly asked, his strong hands returning to your side to pull you close.
You weren't sure of the exact amount..although you did pay it last month. Trying to see the number pop in your head, you start to answer, "It should be around $78,-"
"$78,906. It's been taken care of. Do you own the property?"
Flabbergasted, you answered. "Uh...no, I was going to ask the owner if-"
Again he interrupts with yet another blessing in your life. "It's yours now. Tell me all the debt you have and transfer it to me. I'll take care of it, Princess."
Years- past present and future- worth of tension dissolved through the puff of air you exhaled.
You never have to pay for anything ever again.
Chrome wanted you to be soft, to live. Not to just survive.
He adored you. Wanted you as his wife. But he can't do that too quickly.
He figured this would be the perfect move to show he was husband material. Maybe you'd want to marry him quicker than usual
A man could dream. And Chromeskull only wanted to dream of you. Pampered, pretty, and in his house.
To never have to pay for anything, unless you really wanted to or you were by yourself, was extremely relaxing
Finally, the life you deserved
You'll never need for anything. Your money is yours. His money is your money.
Patrick Bateman
"What are you doing?" Patrick whispers as you dig into your purse. A perplexed expression adorned your features as your hands slow to a halt. "I'm about to go pay for this dress..?"
"Why?" Patrick asks, his face upturning into faint...disgust?
"I mean, I want the dress and it needs to be-" you started. And yet, you weren't upset when he interrupted with a sentence you always wished to hear.
"You're taken care of. Put the purse away, " he softly commands. You gawk at his statement and quickly shut your purse. Patrick marches you up to the register and pays for your pink Marni jacquard dress.
You'd never have to dig into your purse for your card(s) with him. He's quite disgusted with the idea of you paying.
The yuppie was inundated with wealth, and as 'The Man', he had to take care of his lady. It wouldn't be dignified to do so, especially in front of the
other yuppies
Your outfits, skincare, and other appearance-related materials were taken care of.
He's sent you to various specialists for tailored products for you. If you ran low, another bottle would appear the next day
Although he controlled what you wore to special events, you got what you asked for—well, as long as it was stylish.
Does his skincare side by side. If he's feeling romantic, he will do your skin routine for you. His soft hands glide against your smooth skin, gently rubbing in the product as he adores you
Hannibal Lector
"To us, my dear", the clink from the glasses reverberated as you both took a sip of his very fancy champagne. It was a 'gift' from a past friend of Hannibal's. A vintage, 1961 Moët & Chandon Dom Pérignon I Charles and Diana. An excellent choice to pair with tonights menu.
'Duck' Leg, Orange, Scallion, Burnt Carrot Zucchini, Romesco, Hazelnut, Truffle 'Veal' Agnolotti, Honey Nut Squash, Foie Gras, Black Truffle Toasted Rice Millefeuille, Koshihikari Rice Cream, Hazelnut Cream
"To us..." you state softly as you look at your loving husband. There was no special occasion to celebrate. The level of meal preparation was standard for Dr. Lector. Hannibal wasted no chance of celebrating your presence. You're his queen.
To pamper you was a treat.
When you were pampered, you were amazingly fluorescent. Your smile had his heart pounding. He thinks the Louvre is missing a painting when he observes you lounging in the garden.
Hannibal relaxes at the sight of you relaxing
He will do anything for his loving wife. Anything.
You had what you wanted. Hannibal gladly gives you his card when he's off somewhere else. You'll wake up to find it on the nightstand with a glass of water.
ooga-booga
Robbers Getting Clobbered
Summary: Like the title says, robbers get they ass clobbered for breaking into your house. SlasherxBlack!Reader, as always. A request from an Ao3 user.
It was a Monday night, and you had a really rough day at work. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. Today needed an extra thorough self-care session.
After a heavenly shower and skin routine session, you sunk into bed. While watching your favorite film, you steadily ate a bag of delicious peach rings. Stu and Billy were in the basement doing...whatever. You don't remember. They told you that they would be there most of the night.
That was very much fine by you, more quiet time!
30 minutes into the film, you heard a bump. Thinking it was one of the boys, you continued watching.
1 minute later, you hear a few more du-du-du's in quick succession. You pause your movie and sit up to listen. A small *click* was not lost on your ears. You knew that sound. A door was unlocked, and it was much too close to be the basement.
Someone else was in the house. Ruining your self-care time.
Incensed, you jumped up and snagged the beloved metal bat that rested underneath your bed. It was the perfect time to use it. You dash to open your door. A resounding whoosh led to the image of- oh well looka there!
The victim assailant dead center in the hallway, crouched like a deer in headlights.
"So you just gon-"
*TING *
"AH! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!" The robber yelled.
"IF- *ting* YOU WERE- *ting* SORRY- *ting* YOU WOULDN'T- *ting* BREAK INTO PEOPLE'S HOUSES!"
Stu and Billy heard the commotion and booked it up the stairs
They make it to see the most intense scene of you battering the poor robber
They were both stunned for different reasons. Stu couldn't believe how violent you were being. And how good you looked doing it. Sheesh!
Billy was in awe. The blood that littered the ground after each hit added to his growing admiration for you.
The situation gave them the famous urge to finish the "job" for you.
They sprung into action, grabbing your bat and yelling at you to stop.
"We'll take it from here, baby. Damn you did a number on 'em." Stu said, laughing in amusement.
They take the bat and the unconscious victim to "finish" the situation in the basement.
After some time, they return to clean all the blood.
They are sooo impressed and hot under the collar. You looked so fucking hot hitting them like that, shit. That would be burned in their memories forever.
"Baby, we'll pamper you the rest of the night. We're so proud of you. You deserve it." Billy said.
Michael was, yet again, out doing whatever he does best: stabbing bitches. It was a cool Saturday night, and you couldn't sleep. No matter how hard you tried, you kept tossing and turning in the bed. So now, you were laid out on the couch. It was 1 am, and you were spacing out at whatever was on the TV screen.
Honestly, you wished you were out doing something. Like being goofy at your friend's place or getting some drinks at the bar. Just something to occupy your mind. But...you couldn't be bothered to go out. That required energy you didn't have. But you wanted something to entertain you.
UGH. You were BORED out of your mind.
Please, you just needed something to do. Something interesting. Something entertaining! Even if it was awful- you didn't care. Your bones were desperate for anything and everything to-
As if the universe read your mind, the sound of glass breaking alerted you. Now you knew it wasn't Michael. He only did that if he really wanted something or someone to stab. And he was already out there stabbing.
This was a break-in.
You stood up in absolute glee. This was perfect.
Now, the normal, average person would be terrified of this occurring. They'd scramble to call the police and hide until they get there. You weren't the standard person, though. As chaotic as you were, you were waiting to beat someone up. Just go to town on their ass.
As the robber struggled to get to the door knob, you looked around for a weapon. You quickly spot a thick, black leather belt Michael wore with casual clothing. A nefarious grin stretched across your face as you grabbed the glorious belt.
The moment the robber opened the front door, you stood by the living room doorway. There was a short hallway between the living room and the front door. And your PS5 sat entincingly under the 50-inch flat screen TV that you knew the robber could see. The moment you saw a that poor figure step through the threshold, you whacked the shit out of them. There was a tiny noise of surprise before you went to town on their ass. And like your killer boyfriend, you were absolutely silent as you worked that ass into the floor.
There's a moment where you lose your momentum. One of your slippers was coming off.
"Damn, my shoe slippin," you stated casually before continuing.
Michael just so happened to be walking back to the house when he spotted the unknown figure walking into the house
He magically transports to the house in no time to enter in a fantastic scene.
He almost hollered in laughter when he heard your casual statement. Damn, you were cold.
You would look more intimidating if you weren't so cute in your pajamas. But, he's sure you were striking fear into that robbers' heart.
He couldn't get over how damn good you looked. You were definitely after his own cold ass heart.
As much as he'd love to continue watching this person's torture, he was tired and ready to sleep.
He steps forward to push you away and then starts to stab the man
He looks to you to clean up the blood as he discards the corpse. But before he leaves, Michael gives you a double thumbs up in approval
Danny Johnson (Ghostface)
The bright sun that once stood over the city now sat at the horizon. A cool, light breeze blew through the surprisingly quiet neighborhood. No children ran around, no shouting, and no random suspicious people hobbling around. It was the perfect time to go on your walk with Danny. Forget long walks on the beach; this was romantic enough. The comfortable silence between you two caterted to an unspoken intimacy. It was a rare moment for him to be so calm.
10 minutes into the walk, your phone chirps with an alert. You casually checked your phone and saw a very concerning message: '⚠️CRITICAL There is a person at your driveway.' Your casual pace comes to a halt as you open the app. Danny stops as well, looking at you with a concerned expression.
"Y/N, what's up?"
You tell him to hold on while you watch the video before you. It was someone with their hoodie covering the top half of their face. They kept observing the surrounding scene while jiggling with your front door knob. Someone was trying to break in.
Oh
Oh okay.
Lucky for you and the local morgue, you had the strap ready for action. A smooth 9 mm sat in your holster hidden within your jacket. You grabbed the gun and cock it so it'd be ready to blast upon arrival.
"Someone's breaking in our house," you quickly state while turning back. You start to jog back, with Danny in tow, yelling at you to wait up and that he'd handle it.
Nah, no time to wait now, and you were going to handle it yourself.
As you got closer to your house, you could see the figure peering into the window while still trying to get into the house. The dumbass.
"Ay bruh, who is you?!" The phrase flew out your mouth as you started to skip toward the figure.
They spun around, grabbing at whatever was in their pocket. Not taking any chances, you shoot twice dead at their chest.
"Holy shit!!!!" Danny was flabbergasted by your actions
His mouth was so wide open you could see his tonsils. "Y/N!!!!"
Fuck, he couldn't think of what to say. His whole world was blown away. Just like that robber who was very dead on the ground
He didn't even know you knew how to shoot a damn gun! Much less willing to use it on someone.
He's glad that it was an obvious self-defense situation. Easy for the police to investigate and get the fuck out of their business.
Pissed that he can't act on his killing urges for a while though. The pigs will still take their sweet time to investigate. Damn
Overall: He was impressed, although a little scared of you now.
He had to admit, it was very sexy seeing you stand on business. "That's my Y/N."
Slice of Life with Leo: Manhunt 2 Edition
Summary: Finally doing a request from some time ago with Leo/Black!Male reader. Just two guys running some errands. Well, errands specific to those who are being hunted.
Errands that include:
Money Sifting
"How much cash you counted?" Leo asks as he sifts through the pile of debit and credit cards beside him. His voice, as always, was gruff with a hint of suave. Just how you like it.
"About...$512 so far. Got a few more bills to go." You replied, slightly tired from last night's killing spree.
The battered old bed frame creaked as Leo laid back onto the shriveled mattress. A low, "Nice," floated from his mouth as he relaxed. You peer up to his carefree form and raise one eyebrow.
"And how many cards do you have?"
"30."
A low whistle left your lips as you counted the rest of your money. "That's a lot of bank accounts to run up." Excited about the substantial financial gain, you stood up and bounced onto the bed beside your dangerous lover.
You both developed a necessary 'hobby' that turned into some quiet bonding time as you two progressed on Leo's journey. Of course, you two bonded over killing your enemies. Taking turns hyping one another as each waste of life is destroyed is always entertaining.
But it was nice to silently pickpocket the blood-drenched corpses after a massacre. It'd be a stupid disappointment to let all that money go to waste. It wasn't like they were going to use the money.
"Yeah, but we gotta do it the smart way. We can't have the Project-"
"-Finding a way to track us. Which would get us killed. Yeah yeah, Leo. I know." You rolled your eyes. Being cautious was more than necessary in their situation. But, damn. How many times does he have to say the same thing?
"...you better be glad you got a nice ass. I would have killed you for that." Leo retorted.
"Would have done nothing. Now come on. I'm hungry."
Killing
"On your fucking left!"
Automatically, the jagged glass shard in your right hand ran towards the watchdog that got way too close to you. The shard tip carved a slit into the mans neck. Too focused on wiping the life out of your victim, you didn't notice Leo's hand clamp over the man's mouth to keep him from shouting.
Using your strength, you grab your victim's arm and pull his body further into the shadows. Thankfully, Leo follows your lead. Your large hands pushed the weapon and dug to sever the anterior jugular vein. The watchdog, deserving of his fate, loses his life force as it spills out of his wound.
"Cover his mouth while I get his legs," Leo whispers. You follow his instructions as you quickly replace Leo's hand over the victim's mouth. Leo grabs his legs to prevent him from kicking around. A few seconds later, the man passes in your arms.
You hide him in the corner of the shadowed wall behind you. Leo grabs you and yanks you close to him. His breath caresses your ear as he faintly barks his advice.
"Cover his mouth next fucking time. He could have shouted and alerted someone else." He hissed. He takes a deep breath as you wait for him to continue.
It was a few moments before Leo's grip loosened. His voice became softer. "Great reaction time, though. The fucker tapped out pretty fast," Leo complimented. He pressed a quick kiss against your ear before he pushed you away.
Grabbing Food
Intermittent smacks from hungry lips filled the air of the occupied, musty hotel room. Leo's tongue caressed yours, saliva exchanged in tandem. He grips your muscular legs as you glide down his hard torso with surprisingly soft hands. His hands shift upward to hold both sides of the yellow du-rag resting upon your head. Between kisses, you command, "Don't mess up my twist."
Leo ignores the command as he deepens the make-out session. Your hand that caressed his chest started to go down to his pants, unbuttoning them before-
A loud growl broke the growing tension in the air.
With as much tact as a hyena, Leo said, "Damn I'm fuckin starvin!"
Side-eying him, you're pissed at the interruption. Leo's stupid stomach is giving you blue balls for no reason. You didn't care that he was hungry.
Feeling petty, you smirk. You just knew exactly what to say to piss him off. In retaliation, you joke, "You starving for this bussy?"
Leo stares blankly before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at your head. "I never want to hear you say that again," he states flatly as you guffaw.
"Seriously, y/n we need to get some food." He whines.
"Alright, alright, we'll get food. But we're continuing this later." The pillow that hit your head was thrown off to the side. Readjusting yourself as you stand up, you grab your temporary wallet and your hoodie that you stole from someone's closet. Leo was doing the same.
You both walk out, creating distance to minimize suspicion. You spotted a Bendy's across the way. You nod your head towards the building. Leo took in the surroundings, pleased that no hunters were around. It was safe.
It's only a few minutes later that you both get your meals and head back to the hotel room. At the first bite of his burger, Leo sighs. "Man, that hits the spot."
While chewing your burger, you simply replied, "It really do."
Scouting Houses
"...what about that house?" You asked, pointing to a red brick house near the end of the street. It was the typical American-style home, one that was obviously built in a few weeks. It didn't stand out from the others, a picture-perfect copy of the houses next door. Except, there were no cars in the driveway, and the lights were off. The perfect home to break into.
Leo observed the house before nodding. "We can check that one. There's another one that'd be good, too, a few doors down." He stated, pointing to a brown industrial-style house. The design was sleek and almost too practical. It was a military man's dream house come true. And like the one you chose, it had no car or lights on.
But....
"You don't think that stands out too much? That's the only one in that style." That house was unique. Well, at least compared to the others surrounding it. Not a place to choose to break into, especially when trying to be cautious.
However, when it comes to houses, Leo tends to choose the ones he likes visually over the logistics of their...special situation.
"It's a fucking house, y/n. It looks fucking practical. I'm sure everything in there is something useful instead of these sugar cookie full-of-shit cutter houses." Leo retorts.
Slightly offended, you say, "Well damn. I didn't know you liked it that much. You act like it's your house."
"Obviously damn not. Like I said, there could be useful shit in there. But we'll check out your ugly house first." Leo starts to walk off as you sit there bewildered.
Man, it was like he was picking out a house for them to live in.
Hi my love!!!🖤
Hiiii 😘😘😘
Tony Todd, you're a legend. Playing candyman cemented your fantastic place in horror. Rest easy.
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