You could write for Danny Jhonson with a fem reader where she has a partner and they act tenderly and that annoys Danny and he decides to go to his house at night and makes things clear to him 👉🏻👈🏻
Overprotective (Danny Johnson x Fem/AFAB Reader)
A/N: Thanks for the request ;)
TW: depictions/mentions of gore, murder, stalking, violence, etc.
I hope you enjoy!!
It was unusual for Danny to feel this way about his victims. More than unusual, really. This was the first time he had ever felt this way for someone he so desperately wanted to plunge his knife into. He watched from behind a hedge as you fumbled around in the kitchen, putting away utensils and wiping down the benches. His eyes settled on your collection of kitchen knives, a rack of five sharp blades made his heart flutter in anticipation.
Your boyfriend, Jake, walked in on you preparing dinner and Danny's eyes widened behind his mask. He watched as Jake snaked his hands around your waist and kissed your neck as you giggled, playfully swatting him away. Danny cocked his head; he wished it were him touching you like that. Danny had been stalking Jake for about the same amount of time he had been stalking you: a month. Danny knew a few things about Jake; he worked at a hobby store only a few blocks away and had been there for two years, he loved to play chess and was quite good at it too, Danny would admit. He knew that Jake owned a motorcycle but didn't use it much and that he prefered to use roll-on deodorant over spray-on. Danny wanted nothing more than to watch the light fade from Jake's eyes; just the thought of slaughtering your boyfriend made him thirsty.
All night Jake had been running sweet kisses down your neck and grabbing at you through your clothes. Danny felt an array of emotions wash over him; anger, jealousy, guilt, bloodlust. There was no doubt he thought it strange that he had such strong feelings for someone like you. After dinner was served, Jake's advances on you became more intimate and, what made it worse for Danny, was that you welcomed Jake's advances with similar energy. It's nothing new that Danny has feelings for you, but he is tired of pretending that Jake's existence doesn't irritate him.
With Jake around, he'll never be able to achieve your love, your caress, your touch. So, there's only one thing Danny can do: eliminate the problem.
Danny started to sweat in his attire, thoroughly visualising the way he would hack at your boyfriend with his hunting knife, before taking a polaroid selfie with Jake's fading body. All the while, you and Jake became more touchy and needy, each kiss becoming longer and deeper. Danny rolled his eyes from behind his mask as Jake took off his shirt and threw it down on the sofa. For a while, you and Jake revel in each other's company, kissing and groping, 'His House' playing on the TV screen in front of you. Interesting, Danny didn't pin you as the scary movie type, but then again, you were in the middle of a makeout session with your boyfriend instead of actually watching the movie. Danny shrugged and stared intently at you and your lover as you slowly sunk into the lounge; Danny knew where this was going.
Losing sight of you and Jake, he assumed that he'd be staying the night. Danny figured it best to wait until Jake was alone in the privacy of his own home to attack. He snuck away into his car, which was parked across the street from your house, before undressing and neatly folding his Ghostface attire in the backseat. When he arrived back at his lousy apartment complex, he dreamt of a world where Jake wasn't a problem anymore, where Danny replaces him entirely and is the one at the receiving end of your touch.
Danny sat up from his bed with a smug look on his face; today was the day, he just knew it. The sooner Jake is gone, the better, right? Danny wore the face of Jed, just like any other day. Playing Jed in the daytime and Danny in the nighttime was unfavourable, but Jed's personality was sure to avoid suspicion, after all, he was just the hot, dorky journalist next door, always more than eager to tell a good story in the papers.
Jed had gotten ready for work, slipping his satchel over his right shoulder, camera and notepad nestled inside. He locked the door to his apartment complex and made his way down the flight of stairs. Jed's day at work was interrupted by Danny's wavering murderous thoughts, and Jed's boss scolded him when he saw that he wasn't working. Danny needed to keep his persona of Jed uninterrupted by Danny's corrupted mind while at work, but thinking about having you all to himself after tonight was just playing on his mind too much.
Before he knew it, the evening had arrived, and Danny was keen to hurry home and dump his work stuff, transforming into the iconic Ghostface as he put on his attire. His car hummed on the corner of Jake's street as the sunset painted an array of reds and pinks across the darkening sky. The air was fresh and crisp and unlike the heat of today. The sun soon disappeared and was replaced by a blanket of stars, the moon shielded by thick clouds hovering overhead.
As Danny snuck his way into Jake's one-story home, he clicked his tongue in disappointment, secretly reprimanding Jake for having such poor home security. He snaked his way around the kitchen with a tight grip on his hunting knife, his heavy-duty boots thudding on the varnished wooden floorboards. He licked his lips in anticipation as Jake came into view; he was sitting on his couch, his back to Danny, legs kicked up and resting on the coffee table in front of him. The evening news program was playing on his television, and he stifled an exhausted yawn while covering his mouth.
Danny crept slowly and quietly toward the couch, raising his blade above his head, ready to strike Jake in the chest, when, all of a sudden, Jake let out a surprised, distraught scream as he caught Danny's reflection in the TV. Danny brought his knife down, but Jake moved to the side as he did so, missing him by just a few inches. His blade was stuck in the fabric of the lounge and, as he yanked on it, Jake took the opportunity to strike back, throwing a punch right in Danny's masked face. Danny tumbled to the floor, but not before freeing his knife from the confines of the soft couch. His mask was now lopsided as he hurried to fix it to conceal his identity from Jake, who was now nearing closer, puffing out his chest. Despite his attempts, it was obvious that Jake was terrified. Danny scrambled to his feet, and he dodged Jakes punches. Catching Jake off guard, he grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and slammed his head against the nearest wall, laughing as he did so. Jake groaned in pain as blood dribbled out of his nose and down the stubble on his chin, steadying himself by clutching at the walls.
Danny shot his hand out, pulling Jake closer by this throat, Jake clawing at Danny's hands. Danny tightened his grip on Jake, pinned him against the same wall he smashed his face into, before plunging his knife deep into the pit of Jake's stomach.
"If I can't have her, no one can," Danny breathed.
"W-what?" Jake was barely able to form coherent words.
"I mean I was going to kill you eventually," Danny sighed through his mask.
"W-why?"
"You ask one too many questions for my liking," Danny rolled his eyes under his mask.
"W-what the f-fuck do-do you w-want? Money? I-I've got m-money! I'll do anything, p-please," Jake pleaded.
Danny mocked him and grinned viciously, "I don't want your money, silly; I want your girlfriend,"
Jake breathed out a groan and, as Danny's grip on his neck loosened, Jake's body slunk down the wall, blood tainting the wallpaper.
"Aw, come on Jake, you're making a mess!" Danny motioned towards the wall, teasing Jake as he started to cough up blood, the light slowly fading from his eyes, just as Danny had envisioned.
Jake shook his head in disbelief, the metallic smell of blood filling his senses. The adrenaline in Danny's body pumped hard as he prepared to finish Jake off, once and for all. He knelt down so that he was eye-level with Jake, and took off Jake's shirt. Jake was physically unable to resist Danny's strength as the blood oozed out of his body at an alarming rate. Danny hummed to himself once Jake's bloody shirt was discarded on the floor beside the two men. He trailed his blade along Jake's collarbone and started to etch and carve away at Jake's skin on his left side as Jake let out his last bloodcurdling scream.
Pulling out his polaroid, Danny positioned himself next to Jake's lifeless body as he snapped a selfie. The mouth of the camera slowly spat out the image: a cute little love heart branded on the left of Jake's chest, and a man in a Ghostface mask, knife in hand, holding up the peace sign.
She is going to love this, he thought.
