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shadowwolfsmut · 13 hours ago

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I CAN'T WAIT TO TASTE YOU.

after watching her for over a year, tanner can't control his urges anymore and he goes to claim what, he thinks, is rightfully his.

— tanner x reader, reader/character is implied to be female and in luna's place, not really smut but very suggestive it was supposed to be a smut though, kinda dark themed(!!) but it is consensual somehow TT, stalking references, i'll definitely write a part two with smut 👅, been writing this for four months;; kinda feel like i could've done better

if you like it pls reblog!! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

an: i wanted to try something new hehehe tell me if you like how it's written!! also dude... tanner voicelines are so cannibalistic and sexy,,, and i feel sooo bad i drank too much and i was sitting outside drinking beer with some random ahh guy at 3am and I'm pretty sure that something i took today got laced >_< this is my comfort fic yall.

tonight was oddly peaceful. the state of Montana, especially that one – someone would say cursed – town was the complete opposite of peace. with the sudden increase in crime; murder, kidnappings, disappearances mostly the city was covered with terror. the blueblood killer was definitely a real threat, a threat that is wandering free on the sickly covered in fog streets, while the poor citizens are left in the dark – and though he enjoys the exposition he has, for tanner it wasn't enough. it's never going to be enough.

he's cruel. psychotic, even. what sane person would happily murder so many of its own kind? none. and yet, there he was. enthusiastically setting feet rhythmically on the pavement, the heels of his elegant shoes making a barely audible 'click-clacks'. so much passion in each step; the same passion which drives him to inject toxins to humans and toying them with much visible sadism. tanner – the blueblood killer, had a very distinctive way of looking at the society. for him, it was nothing else than scum. trash, refuse; all the same. no human mattered to him. he treated mankind like a child would treat its toys; fun, but only for a moment. then the toy, or in tanner's case, a human can be tossed away into some corner, because it won't serve his purpose this well again. his definition of fun, however, was as cruel as he was. stalking, trespassing, closely observing his prey's emotional reactions and how the body and mind react separately depending on the circumstances and substances. his fun ends when the victim dies or acts repetitively – so he cherishes every moment of preying upon a human.

he found one exception, though – a young woman living not-so-far-away from his hideout; the captivating lady was a detective, with her home set close to the giant, maze-like forest, where the equally handsome doctor was spending his days, and if he wasn't out satiating his disgusting urges, nights. tanner has been watching her for over a year, falling prey to the female's plush lips, seemingly sweet demeanor and her abominable desires. in their own home, each human feels safe. the only place they can be themselves, do whatever they want to do. tanner pitied them - he always did. but for some reason, he still laughed at people who acted different indoors. he defied the whole purpose of safety, stripping the victim of it.

he’s stood in the shadows – where he preferred to be, for now. the thrill of being found was growing fonder and fonder on him, but now's not the right time, tanner would always repeatedly tell himself this like a mantra. like a plea to the sober-thinking part of him to let the other, more careless and darker part have some more fun. his thirst, though, for blood and flesh was just expanding more and more... insatiable, one would think. no matter how many victims would be reported, no matter how the blueblood killer's body count would go up, the urge was almost... attached to him.

through the tinted, mostly curtain-hidden windows, he could see her moving around. left and right she swayed, not getting enough sleep and forgetting basic self care because of her almost sick, he thought, altruistic urges. such a good, upstanding individual she was - someone to look up to, to worship... the woman deserved good, proper treatment only. especially from him - all the neglect is happening because his identity, still a secret, was wanted. tanner almost convinced himself that he feels pity and cries for her, being the source of her opposite of well-being, but in the end it's hard to judge and distinguish emotions while being hazed with mad, almost lusting feelings.

there was, however, no time to reflect the past actions, even if they're undoubtedly mingling with the present. he always did whatever his body and mind wanted, more or less heart. but he would be the last one to judge - there was no place for him and his 'sick' assessment. that being said, tanner finally realised he is in fact done waiting. their time together was pleasant and wholesome, but the urge will drive him to further madness if he won't do anyting about it soon. and since this isn't a mind matter, then it would be suitable to satisfy the flesh, disregarding the heart's wishes and indulge in the woman visible through the small gap in the curtains.

but his heart cannot be silenced this fast.

after searching for his trusted syringe and the mix of liquid midazolam and some other drug he put there previously, he cracked a small smile and sighed, being able to free himself after such a long time. his playtime with victims never lasted this long - this was but a miracle, something unexpected and ready to turn his peaceful, murderous life into something even more vile, dangerous and ruined. but the thought of disposing her like a loose trash didn't sit right with him; tanner was almost disgusted by the bare thought of causing her heart to stop permantly. he was having so much fun now, it'd be almost criminal... but, what is going to happen will eventually happen, so reveal himself to her, he shall.

the woman inside the cozy home was unaware of the terror right next her door, but even if she was - it didn't really matter. for her, the most important thing to do now was to catch that damned blueblood killer, to put end to the town's suffering... and her own grief. she's lost many of her friends and few family members to his wicked fantasies, and it only felt right to do something for the rapidly decreasing community. focused on her promethean task, she couldn't hear the light creak of her door and even lighter footsteps right behind her. only after tanner stood behind her, she could sense someone's presence. shiver ran down her spine, as she vividly remembered closing the door and definitely not inviting anyone, especially this late at night. fear paralyzed her, but then came the realisation.

it could be the blueblood killer. either she will get violently gutted, or she will make a life-changing discovery. and so, the captivating lady sighed, and prepared herself for the worst moments of her life. she turned around, surprising tanner. bold. she was definitely bold, unsure of the danger's scale, yet facing it bravely. his heart barely, but still, softened. endearing, so endearing... but it was too much for her. she closed her eyes right before facing him, squinting her eyes. his little plaything was even more captivating, he thought, smiling softly. though, she could never see it.

"who are you?" she asked, knowing well the answer is going to be fake or she will get no answer at all. or maybe some pistol on her forehead would be all she needed to know before her apparent, incoming demise? but she heard a small chuckle. "i'm the one you've been searching for. pardon me, miss, for keeping you up for so many nights. figured i'd better show myself in person."

his voice was oddly attractive. so pleasant to her ears, so pleasant she almost didn't get what he was saying - clearly, the murderer who got rid of solid few percents of the town's residents was before her, and he was aware of the search. well, it was obvious he will figure it out eventually, but the fact that he exactly knew that it was her... next thing she knew, his fingers were caressing her cheekbones, which made her open her eyes in a second. the sight made her lose her breath for a second.

the blueblood killer was undeniably handsome. sharp jaw, ideally shaped brows, perfect face ratio... not a single thing was wrong. he'd definitely pass as a model, or an angel, though the circumstances made her think of him as the devil. his appearance made it easy to sin. tempting. he was clearly her type, and deep inside of herself she was having a moral battle. she couldn't help the train of thoughts, all vile and lusting, all due to the bare sight of him. that didn't go unnoticed - tanner, as the aspiring master of knowing human reactions, realized she was captivated with him as much as she was with her. the syringe in his other hand, placed behind his back, almost fell to the floor. sweet, so sweet; it seems the paradise's gates won't be opened for him only.

"i've planned some fun activities for the two of us. don't worry, honey, you won't die. yet," the murderer smiled at the woman, terrified and enamored, still gazing at him. oh, how absurdly sweet she was... a perfect mix. with his large, gentle movements he still was caressing her cheek, but slowly moved down to her neck, tracing circles and various shapes. the lady was stunned - and tanner will also be as stunned as the detective, if he regains his mind clarity. but that did not matter; not for now, at least. she's here, next to him, looking at him with lust behind the pretty, sweet facade...

suddenly, the lady felt a sting on her neck. she hissed, and tanner shushed her, continuing to inject the tranquilizer liquid through the syringe. "this will only hurt for a while, i assure you. i wouldn't let you suffer for more, that is - unless you want me to," his poor, horrid jokes made her think about the event briefly, before losing consciousness. this is awful - she is awful, for even considering this monster as a human being, someone that could even potentially become her crush. but the shame can wait, she thought, as the man dressed in white lab coat and red tie came closer to her face and hovered above her, waving his hand as her eyes became droopy and eventually closed.

"good girl," tanner told her, though she couldn't hear those affectionate words. the effects were visible shortly - as if it were not for her perpetrator and his strong, muscular hands she would surely fall down, hitting herself and creating a possible injury. not today, tanner thought, not happening ever. why should she injure herself if the feared master of terror was always for her disposal? but even he wouldn't cut her too deep. the precious flesh of hers shall not be tainted with foolish, mortal-only limited bruises.

having his prized lady in his arms, he spared a few seconds more to admire her unconscious body. not like this was the first time he's seen it - this time was different, though, as he never actually held her like this. tanner closed his eyes swiftly, took a small, but deep breath and contemplated what to do next. it would be a shame to waste the precious liquid he just injected, though it was as precious as she was.

tanner knew her home well, sneaking inside when she wasn't home, and he was about to exploit this knowledge, just as he was about to exploit the sweet, sweet detective he oh-so-adored. holding her as softly as he could, but firm, he moved in the direction of her bedroom, clearly having some sort of a more detailed plan now. after entering, he put her still unconscious body on the big, fluffy bed and then went back to the living room to turn off the lights. should add some more vibes, tanner thought, grinning from ear to ear, as if it was his first time feeling happiness.

awakening from her slumber, she felt as if her wrists were restrained. and soon, she would learn her assumption was correct - although, it wasn't rope or anything extreme as she feared, no.. it was a fine, soft material, silk probably. sitting nice and tight on her skin. in her circumstances, getting tied up was the least she could worry about, and soon, she would find out; as the man's figure hovered over her body, multiple terrifying scenarios flashed her poor mind yet again. but was it surprising? no, it was expected even. her eyes became glassy, as if she'd cry in a second, at which tanner just... cooed. "oh, what's this now? i told you already, i won't let you suffer by my hand unless you want it," tanner replied, bringing his hand to her cheek and gently caressing her already tear-stained flawless skin.

the word gentle did not sit right with him, obviously. his actions were confusing to the extreme; but she wouldn't refuse anything the man would offer. not like she'd even be able to - but he made her think she has a choice and whatever happens next is up to her. what a cruel illusion - one of freedom and safety, that he won't take anything she doesn't want him to. in his mind, she was already his. equal to him, even, though he wouldn't like to see her running around with some sedatives, tranquilizing random people on the street like he does on some nights.

tanner did not retreat his hand, seeing his darling still conflicted but not showing any signs of reluctance. if anything, she was very compliant, and so he shall make sure she's rewarded for her obedience. "could you.. um.. untie me?" she asked, earning yet another one of tanner's smiles. what a silly girl, he thought, asking questions like this. but do whatever she wants him to do, he shall.

"no thrashing and squirming, okay? and i'll give you a piece of freedom," the man said, to which she nodded. she wouldn't want to cross him, never. bringing her arms closer, he slowly undid the bindings on her wrists, brushing his lips softly on the soft flesh of hers. it was somehow... intimate. the way he presented himself to her; she knew he's dangerous. one wrong move or word could probably get her killed, and yet - the way he is now with her speaks a whole different story. one couldn't just see him as a psychotic, sadistic murderer; not when his actions were those of a lover, not a killer. thinking about him in this way was surely a sin. the woman's train of thought, however, was rudely interrupted.

"stop thinking so much," he murmured against her ear. "no point in being so worried. i came here to do what i wanted for a long, long time, you know?" tanner started delicately biting the skin on her ear, chuckling a bit at his own words. "tonight, you shall become rightfully mine. i was thinking of claiming you in a different scenario but i just can't keep myself away from you, sweet girl." her breath hitched, in fear or excitement - she did not know. the anticipation, his face being so close to her own; she was surely about to go insane after tonight. and as tanner buried his face in her neck, she started trying to regain at least part of her mind's long gone clarity.

he's a murderer. a terrible person. he's creating hell on earth. she knows he is awful and she should scream in terror, but her fleshy, earthly desires are clouding her judgement a tad too much. up to this moment, she knew who he is - a killer. his sly antics tonight made her forget about his cruelty, but she shall see him as a criminal, a murderer yet again - he's going to kill her all the same, the difference will be the weapon of choice. he will stab her relentlessly all the same, but not with any blade or syringe. cursing her coveting mind, she brushed all concerns aside and let him have his way with her.

she's going to let him ruin her, deprave her - and she will enjoy every second of it.

#tanner scrutinized #Smut writing

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shadowwolfsmut · 2 days ago

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Freakmoney Part 2 DRAFT

Unofficial part 2 to the last one. Just a draft while I write one I’m actually happy with!! So if you read this and think “this shit sucks” I agree with you because tbh this is embarrassing to post bc I haven’t actually written smut in a very long time

my smut writing skills are pretty rusty so I apologize for any inaccuracies or anything of the sort!!!

This is absolutely DIABOLICAL so here’s warnings(?)

- Blowjobs

- Edging if you squint

- Overstimulation just a little

- Cheating

- Orgasm control (goes with edging ig-)

- Harvey has post nut clarity

- He has a small dick but it’s okay we make do with what he has

- Reader is kind of unhinged

- no intercourse unfortunately

- Harvey’s weak attempt at dominance

Again, gender neutral reader

Teasing before the good parts 🙏

⚠️NOT AN OFFICIAL PART TWO ❗️❗️❗️IM JUST GIVING SOMETHING TO MAKE UP FOR MY SLOW POSTS‼️‼️‼️THIS IS JUST A DRAFT ILL POST THE REAL PART TWO EVENTUALLY⚠️📢📢📢📢📢📢📢

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“Still going huh? That operation must be life changing…”

You guess you could say it is, but this is also pretty life changing, youve never had a chance to do this to someone, let alone a cute British guy that gives you money for it. You need to savor this because it may never happen again.

You continue to attack Harvey’s lips with your own, almost completely behind the counter, may as well be. You slide over and sit yourself on his lap, receiving a whimper-y moan from from him against your lips, you feel his hands snake around you, gripping your thighs as you put your hands on his chest, feeling up and down, earning more whines from Harvey, he must be very sensitive, but that’s a plus. You keep caressing him as his grip on your thighs gets tighter, slipping his tongue through your lips, you accept that and deepen the kiss, if that was even possible. You slowly grind against him, he moans into your mouth, but this time it wasn’t a small whine, it was a louder moan that sent shivers down your spine.

He momentarily lets go

“You— really think— you get all the control in this? I don’t think so—“ He pulls you so his chest is right up against yours, so close, impossibly close, even. This time, he’s the one attacking your neck, biting and sucking on your neck until theres those familiar purple bruises on your neck, you just take it, let him have his way with you. He hugs your waist like you’ll disappear if he let go. Passionately biting your neck and leaving marks like his life depended on it, thrusting up onto you just a bit, softly groaning into your neck, moving down to your collarbone, licking you up and down like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“I— need— more of you—“ he breathes out, you get the idea to go to your van, there’s plenty of space in there, almost perfect really.

You lead Harvey to the back of your van, letting him get in first and you follow, sliding the door shut. He sits on the ground and pulls you with him, forcing you onto his lap once more, continuing the pattern of light thrusting through clothes, quite desperately as he hugs onto you oh so tightly as he continues his attack on your collarbone and neck area. He’s so desperate and whiny, such a turn on, you must say. You let him do what he wants, gasping whenever he hits a sensitive spot or thrusts into a sensitive area, until he’s basically dry humping you like a dog in heat, he eventually pushes you on your back to continue the desperate humping onto you. You can’t get enough of him, you need more, you both do

“Harvey— I- need you so badly—“ you finally find the words escaping your throat despite your previous hesitation to speak

“And I need you— darling—“ the name sent shivers down your spine. The position switches once again so he’s sitting against the van wall and you’re face to face with his clothed crotch, you rest your face on his thigh, looking up at him. You see a small twitch under his pants, which makes you more excited, right before you attempt to take those pants off, he speaks up

“Just— know it’s not— big— like at all, I don’t want to disappoint you..—“

“I don’t fucking care I just need it” you completely disregard his words, size doesn’t matter, youll make do.

You start off with his pants, he has those silly white boxers with red hearts on them, it makes you giggle a bit, because it makes so much sense for him. He rolls his eyes at your laugh, but he doesn’t care for much longer when you start palming him through his underwear, making him forget about that immediately, he sucks in through his teeth at the contact. He’s right, he’s not big at all, but that doesn’t matter, it honestly never did. You continue to look at him and lazily palm him through the fabric while resting your face on his thigh, he starts to thrust up onto your hand, so needy, how could you possibly say no? You finally pull down those silly boxers, he turns away, overall flustered that someone is doing this to him, and even more flustered when your tongue touches the tip, flicking it with your tongue, while still looking at his face, so flustered yet he wants to be dominant, and he sure will try. He grips your hair and pushes your head down so you’re taking all of him in. That’s the nice part about him being small, it doesn’t take as much effort to take him all in and pleasure him. Of course you don’t mind, especially when he’s gripping your hair so hard, your nose is making contact with his pubic area. He’s moaning so loud now, compared to the quiet whines from earlier. It makes you want to work harder. You flatten your tongue on the underside and bob your head up and down, earning more frequent moans and whimpers.

“Ah—! Please— I’m gonna— Ngh-! If you keep doing that—!” And suddenly, you stop moving, like you’re doing it on purpose because he said that, which gets him agitated

“Oh—! Come on! Please I was so— Clos— oh— fuck—!” You slowly start back up, agonizingly slowly bobbing your head up and down once more, so slow, he can’t even cum if he tried! His moans start sounding more like grunts, frustrated grunts mixed with pleasured moans.

“Please… I’m —Ngh- begging you please go faster! I can’t take this!” His pleas become more frequent, which makes you want to hear him beg even more, you obviously tell him that! You take his erection out of your mouth momentarily

“Tell me how bad you want it, how badly you want to come” you speak

“Fuck— you— I’ll— I- I can’t do anything can I?” He whines again as you resume your slow pace. He knows he’ll have to humiliate himself if he wants to get what he wants.

“Ngh—! I want to come so badly please—! Your mouth is so warm and nice I can barely control myself please!! I need to come in your beautiful mouth!” You love when he’s so desperate and needy, knowing he can’t take control of the situation makes him more desperate.

You quicken the pace, swirling your tongue around the tip and on the slit, his grip goes back to being tight, almost pushing your head down, but you keep the pace going, it’s not nearly as fast as he needs

“Fuck—! I can’t—! Oh~!!! I—im sorry fuck!” He whines an apology as he does in fact, push your head down, then up again, he’s fucking your mouth so harshly as he whines out little apologies for having no self control. But you can’t be mad, he’s so cute, you grip his thigh to keep yourself stable as he so harshly fucks your mouth, sliding your tongue along the base, you feel that familiar twitching

“Oh fuck—! I’m- I’m gonna come—!” He yelps as he holds your head down, effectively cumming in your mouth. To his surprise you swallow it

“Oh dear- I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have done that you just felt so good I couldn’t control myself!” He stammers out before you go back down, making a gasp leave his throat

“Oh darling pleas- no more!! I can’t take i-it-aah-!” He can’t even finish his sentence as he uncontrollably moans, pitch getting higher. Either you’re really good at this or he’s just deprived. You keep using your tongue to trace around it and bobbing your head. Harvey covers his mouth as his facial expression goes all sorts of ways, but his eyes are rolled back so that must mean you’re doing a good job!

Before he even realizes it he’s cumming again on your face

“Oh! I’m so sorry dear I didn’t— what am I doing—!?” He stammers out, you sit back up, wiping off your face with your thumb

“I shouldn’t— but I need you so much— this is so wrong—“

You look up at him, confused

“My— oh my goodness— my wife! I have a wife- I shouldn’t be doing any of this but- I— don’t know… this is so wrong”

You come face to face with him, you lean in closer and put your head on his shoulder

“She doesn’t need to know” you whisper in his ear, he shivers a little bit

“I mean— things already haven’t been going great with her— but you- fuck you’re so good I can’t pass this up” he huffs out with a hint lf shame in his voice. You snake your arms around him into a hug

“She does not need to know, I can’t pass this up either, no way I’m letting this be a one time thing” you retort

“I— sigh I guess”

You finally gain the courage to leave, after helping Harvey situate himself and fix his clothes, but his hair isn’t even worth saving at this point, he’ll just tell Eun-Mi that someone tried to mug him. His clothes will cover the hickeys

#freakmoney #harvey harvington

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