Slasher x Reader Drabbles & Imagines ||Requests Open||

🔪~'My Angel'~🔪

Danny, Jed Olson |Ghostface| x Reader

Requested by ohsillyantichrist on Tumblr

I am lacking with ideas for Brahms & Billy x Reader smut rn so take this angst!

"That all you got?" Danny sneered his eyes dark as he glared up at you from where he was awkwardly positioned on the ground. Blood pooled in his mouth– he was pretty sure you had broken one of his teeth when you had punched him earlier. Red blossomed across the side of his face where you had stuck him, a stark contrast to his usual porcelain skin.

You looked down at him, regret and pain written all over your face, yet you didn't cry– you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of your tears.

It was Danny's fault the both of you were in this situation, he had been pushing your buttons ever since the two of you had graced each others presence that day. Jeer after jeer he shot your way, a relentless melody of verbal abuse, every insult slowly getting more and more personal till pure venom dripped from his mouth searing your mind and spurring you to hit the man in a bout of fury.

He didn't mean a single word he had said, but he wanted you to believe he had. He wanted you to look down at him and truly see the monster he was. For once he wanted you to use the brain he knew you had in that pretty little head of yours and hurt him before running.

He wanted you to look at him the way everyone else that had once been in life had– like useless trash.

"Is that all you fucking got?!" he yelled, the veins in his neck protruding as he shook with anger– no he was shaking as sobs racked through his body. Thick hot tears streaming down his face.

You needed to hate him. He deserved to be hated, you were too good for him.

He deserved it.

"Oh, Danny," you had said as you fell to your knees beside him. He fought you as your arms pulled him close to you "No!" he shouted out his attempts to shove you away weak. "Hate me," he pleaded. "I'm a monster– hate me god damn it!"

His words fell on deft ears it seemed as you only held onto him tighter shushing him.

"Why won't you leave me?"

His face was turned from yours words bitter as his tears dripped from his chin. His hands gripped the front of your shirt tightly despite his previous pleas for you to get away from him it seemed he couldn't hold you tight enough.

"Because despite all the bad you have done. You're still my Danny– my Angel." Danny's fingers gripped the fabric of your top so harshly you were sure it would rip yet it held up as you allowed your lover to sob into your chest. "You're so fucking stupid," he choked out his voice barely a whisper.

"I know," your hands stayed around the man long after his cries had subsided leaving him uncharacteristically weak and shaken.

It seemed the man was falling apart at the seams, but no matter what, you wouldn't let him unravel, and if he did you would be there to pick him back up and tell him it was okay.