#tanner grayton x reader

[tabbycatto]

Hello! I'm so happy that there are people who write for Tanner from Scrutinized!

Can I request imagine with Tanner, if so there is a summary:

Tanner as always sneaks into female reader's home, while she is gone. But then she suddenly come back with her friends, so Tanner hides in her closet. And they have fun and decide to play 7 minutes in heaven.

Don't worry about mistakes at least in this work because I'm not a native speaker too.

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN - ONE SHOT

warnings: Tanner being a fucking creep, description of death, stalking, noncon touching, shit writing, not proofread!

no use of Y/N

words: 727 (somehow)

(sorry it took 2 fucking years to reply omg)

stalker! Tanner x fem! reader

It’s been two months old routine for Tanner now. Watching, lurking, waiting. He learned the entirety of your schedule, when you go to work, when you sleep, when you wake up. When you’re not in the house, he just loves to go trough your things, today was no different. You went out with your friends on this warm summer evening for drinks. Tanner knew this, he also knew that you are usually gone for at least one hour, which was enough for him to shamelessly go trough your dirty laundry, occasionally shoving a piece of pretty panties in his pocket to smell later. He was proud of his little collection of your things especially your undies. It always left you wondering, searching the whole house for a clean pair, oblivious to this madman’s relentless digits stealing them.

He was in his element, when his ears perked up on the noise and laughter from the main door. He sneaked to take a look at the commotion and there were you with your friend group having the time of your lifes. You all stumbled into your home laughing and chatting with no worry in the world. Tanner had no time to run out of the house and he could not risk being seen. He creeped back into your bedroom and slipped into your spaceful closet. Anticipation gnawing at his ribs.

Some time passed by, there was still loud chitchat, but the bedroom door creaked open. Tanner looked trough the little cranny from the closet. This loverboy almost drooled at the sight of you, he was like a dog in heat. His fingers twitching in desperate need to touch you, caress you, take you, anything. You walked in with a few of your friends, talking. „Come on, guys! We’re not in school anymore! Who even plays 7 minutes in heaven.“ You were protesting. „Yeah, but this will be fun!“ One friend countered, wiggling her brows at you and pushing you further into the room along with your another guy friend, who kept furiously blushing. Tanner’s jaw went tight, his throat bubbling with jealousy, fingers now shaking with rage. „Okay, fine! Just let me go take a piss.“ You pushed trough them into the bathroom. Your friends left the room with laughter, leaving the guy friend alone in the bedroom, waiting for your return. He was nervously pacing around.

Tanner went red with anger. „SHE’S MINE!“ His mind is screaming. He reaches into his pocket, taking out a syringe with lethal poison. He’s slowly stepping out of the closet, inching closer and closer towards that friend of yours. The guy turned around just in time for Tanner to roughly stick the needle into his neck, sending the poison down his jugular. Your friend didn’t even have the time to yell out as he crumbled to the floor in convulsions. Tanner dragged him by his armpits into the closet. After that he dusted off his white coat, adjusting his red tie and hid behind the door waiting for you.

You sigh as you place your hand over the door handle and after a short while you open them. You look around, brows furrowed in confusion, when you can’t see your friend anywhere. You walk into the room, calling his name. The door behind you closes with a loud thud, which startles you. You swiftly turn around and are met with a huge grin of a strange man with an even stranger attire. Before you have a time to scream for help, he’s already clasping a hand over your mouth, his face uncomfortably close to yours. „Shh shh, little one, we don’t want company, now do we?“ He says in a sing song voice, guiding you to your bed, his other hand is on your lower back. You start to struggle in his grip, but he’s too strong. You desperately claw at his chest, kick his shins, bite at his palm, but nothing seems to work. He keeps the sinister smirk on his face. „Now now, sweetheart, stop this struggle before I’ll have to use force.“ His smile never fades, quite the opposite, it widens. You stare at him with fear, your eyes watering. „There, sweetheart...“ he caresses the side of your face, his other hand squeezing at your breast. „i think it’s my turn to play 7 minutes in heaven with you.“

[gloryy-vs]

Hehehehe so about scrutinized maybe a lovesick tanner or kidnapper I don’t mind and another one is yandere kidnapper wanting to keep them for himself but they have a lover or crush on someone please and thank youuu❤️❤️😘🫶🫶

heueheueh. this will be a multi chapter! ||

Love Sick

tanner x (fem implied) reader , stockholm syndrome , kidnapping , jealousy , stalking , creepy behavior from tanner ||

your computer screen began to slowly burn your retinas, the blue light had formed a headache long ago. going through countless reports, sorting out the bullshit karen complaints and filing the ones that screamed ‘suspect’. all while being oblivious to the well suited creep making rounds around your home.

you couldn’t be to blame, each time you checked your home security cameras, not a single thing seemed out of place. it was like whatever wanted in was serious, and took a good look at all the blind spots around your home to avoid getting caught. you checked the clock, realizing you’ve been up almost 24 hours. pushing yourself from the desk, you stretched your arms up to break the tension.

“rather call it a night now. don’t feel like adding insomnia to the list of medical concerns.” glancing to your phone, you had three missed texts from your current fling, a fine man with a good job who had taken you on a few dates. checking through them, you resorted to responding later. it’s not like they’d be up at 4am anyways.

clearing up your work area and double checking to make sure your windows were locked downstairs, you sauntered up to your room, holding onto the railing to aid your fatigued eyes that could barely stay open now that they had no reason to. you skipped the shower, as all you did was sit at home all day in the same clothes with minimal movement. slipping into bed, you got real comfy.

“oh fuck..” you mumbled, looking up the window above you. you forgot to check it. but in theory it shouldn’t be unlocked. you never open it. shrugging the anxiousness away, you turn on your back, letting your eyes shut to fall into a much needed sleep.

that’s when he creeped in, white suit and blood red tie. fidgeting with window locks was nothing new, sneaking into women’s homes was routine, and watching you, well that was an everyday thing. every date you’ve been on, every grocery trip you made, all the reports you’d file. tanner was there, watching everything. seeing how ambitious you were to catch criminals, low scale ones compared to him, but bastards nonetheless.

creeping towards your sleeping figured, admiring the way your chest would rise and feel with each breath. his calloused hand slipped into the picked of his doctors coat, revealing his syringe. tanners eyes never left you, wanting to make sure he could strike unbeknownst to you. repositioning the needle in his hand, he crawled on the bed on top of you, his left arm pressing into the mattress by the side of your head.

feeling the weight shift and mattress dip, your eyes fluttered open, only to be met with his face mere inches from yours. gasping, you gripped onto the sheets in fear. within seconds he sunk the needle into your neck, injecting you with a small dose of midazolam. “let’s talk.” was the last thing you heard before your vision blurred, and thoughts became clouded. and the very last thing you could feel was being hoisted up and thrown over the culprits shoulder.

[slut4megantheestallion]

where are the scrutinized ( tanner grayton) fanfics at? Like he deserves more fanfics on here, I miss that smiling, cheery, cannibalistic, stalker, murderous bastard

[dihydromorphinone]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 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.

[bunnywithablog]

Miscellaneous Characters/Discontinued

rules | main masterlist

please keep in mind i am NOT taking requests for any of these characters!! brainstorms, thought-dumps or thirsts are acceptable!

BNHA/MHA

⚡Denki Kaminari⚡

s/o with a kitsune quirk hc's - f!reader

☀️Eijiro Kirishima☀️

Slashers

🎄Billy Lenz(1974)🎄

🛸Predator/Yautja🛸

💉Tanner Grayton💉

Others

Seven Deadly Sins

👑king x mute!f!reader - angsty love confession drabble

👤gowther x human!reader - reaction to s/o suddenly running scenario

🔨diane x human!reader - reaction to s/o suddenly running scenario

Until Dawn

🪓mike munroe x m!reader - makeout scenario

[fandomwritingbit-main]

Tanner kidnapping a reader (Scrutinized Game)

WARNING: about kidnapping, lots of swearing and reference to a gun and syringe. (Mdni)

Notes: Tanner from the game scrutinized kidnapping the reader ig lol. I'm not gonna apologise for changing Tanner's personality a bit, whilst I love how weird and nerdy he is in the game's true ending, nothing like you'd imagine a fecking kidnapper, I wanted to make him a bit more ... idk banter-y and he is definitely english-ified cos its the only way that ik how to write lol.

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Rolling your eyes, you open the Suspicious Person Report, annoyed because anyone would  be surprised how many of these reports were faked. It seems that some people like to file random things just for the banter. It makes you angry. Sitting here, back stiff, eyes aching, on your third cup of coffee in as many hours; with arseholes wasting your time with false reports. The one you were skimming through now, involved a young woman who's neighbours had overheard screaming and other worrying noises coming from her house. Seems interesting at a first glance but a quick look at her social medias through SocialSpy, told you that once again, nothing was wrong. She was a goddamn streamer who'd just had a horror marathon - of-pissing-course. A joke really that some stepford wife lady would file this. Come on, it doesn't take Sherlock to tell if screaming is on a TV or not.

You close all your investigative tabs and drag the SPR to the shredder, happy that another report was sorted, but exasperated that there were upwards of ten to go. Alas, not a lot you can do. But before you can open the next report, you remind yourself to check the security cameras. A lot of rumours had been circling that criminals were stepping up their game in targeting people like you, a extra precautions were warranted.

When your SecCam app connected, you saw nothing as expected. Flicking through haphazardly, you see something move. The grainy quality of the camera made it hard to see what it was, but there was something. You zoom in and the view of your front garden becomes more and more pixilated. Whatever had moved and caught your eye - was gone and your brain decided to blame it on the neighbours cat. You ignore it and return to the SPR.

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Just as you are looking through a later report your connection dies. Damn it. God damn it. You say to yourself as you strain to get up from your desk. Back aching. Once again, just a as you were mid-processing a case, seconds away from finalisation, the wifi disconnected. This was ludicrous.

Nervously you turn around, an odd feeling of being exposed crossed you. And a small part of your brain imagined what would happen is someone was there. Those new BOLOs had you rattled. Mercifully there was nothing, just your empty living room, illuminated by a dimming light bulb and the hypnotising light of your desktop. This was an inconvenience, an inconvenience that could cause you to miss a case. Absolutely ridiculous.

You huff your way down the hall, periodically looking behind you to settle your frantic nerves. You wore a pistol on your hip that was heavy and cold to the touch. It was dangerous and personally you didn't agree with the gun control laws in your country, however when in your line of work, it helped to have some protection. Working for the law and convicting the evil bastards of the world, made you a massive target for the ones in hiding. That is why being exposed in the hallway worried you so much. And to top it off, as you walked past the bathroom you were sure you heard someone whisper something.

It sent shivers down your spine and implored you to gingerly pry open the bathroom door... it was empty. The small room completely as you left it, untouched, the window still bolted. Hearing things, you conclude and scurry out of the room, closing the door behind you. Was it possible to be so tired that you could imagine an intruder? Perhaps...

Swiftly reaching your target - the cupboard in your room - you reset the wifi dongle, wait for it to sort itself out, then turn it back on. All done, now back to work.

As you open the door to the room and step out, a noise made you freeze. Looking up you see a man wearing a white lab coat peeking at you around the corner. Your heart stopped, as dread clawed up your spine. Unable to move, you could only watch as the perpetrator put a finger to his lips mischievously and ducked back, disappearing from your view.

It was utterly silent and you had no idea what to do. You could move now, your brain regaining control, but devastatingly you had no other choice than to confront your new house guest.

Each step towards the living room was torturous, the sound bouncing through the apartment - allowing the assailant to know of your every move. But unbeknownst to him, you were strapped.

You round the corner, the gun now clutched tightly in your palm. He was nowhere to be seen...

Fuck.

It took you a moment to realise that the cupboard next to the corner was closed. Unlike before. You had him. There was no where else he could be, except there. Hiding in the cupboard, waiting for you to open it - no doubt he would then pounce, attacking you in whatever way he had planned. You felt comfort in the knowledge of where he was, but now you had no choice but to "introduce yourself".

Breathing to steady your nerves, you point the gun at the door. And speak.

"Listen here you prick, I have a gun. Open the door slowly and I might not use it." You tried to speak in an authoritarian manner, but the fear in your voice could be heard. Inside the cupboard you could hear the man laughing. As he chuckled, the door knob began turning.

Seconds later the man emerged, arms raised slightly, as a form of surrender. You notice a syringe of unknown liquid held between two of his fingers.

"Well... this is awkward." The assailant said, finding some humour, even though you had him at gun point.

"No shit. Drop the syringe." You had more weight to your voice now you had him in your sights and the element of surprise was gone.

"I'd rather not. This stuff is expensive." He spoke with a level of intelligence and perhaps even mockery, it annoyed you, but you had to keep calm.

"Put it on the table then... just get rid of it." He laughed at you again.

"I'd rather put it in your neck, but... sure." The man walked slowly towards the side table and placed his syringe down. He then turned sharply to look at you.

The swiftness of the movement made you jump, but you managed to stifle it and keep your pistol aimed at him. He gave you a look that you interpreted as, 'what now?' You'd already decided however and were hesitant to commit. Alas you followed your training, and swung the gun at the man's head in a futile attempt to knock him unconscious.

Much to your anguish, the perpetrator grabbed your arm just as it was about to collide with his skull.

"Nearly dear..." he tutted. You wrench your arm free, and point the gun back at him. Your breath is shaking and your chest raises up and down sporadically. The reality that he very easily could have disarmed you, didn't go amiss. He was around six foot and probably weighed a lot more than you, and yet he didn't try to take the gun away from you. It was unnerving.

"Go sit. Over there." You rasp, almost becoming unhinged.

"You know, I'm beginning to think that you are all talk, dear. Is the gun even loaded?"

In spite of yourself (and your situation) you sniggered,

"Yeah, and if you want to find out for sure, I can show you." You gesture harshly with the gun as you speak, shaking it at the assailant.

He mouthed "oooooooh" in a school yard way, blatantly making fun of you.

The intruder paced his way to the chair in the corner and took a seat, placing one foot on the others knee and looking surprisingly relaxed. It was clear to you that there is something wrong with this guy, what sick person finds humour and even pleasure from being held at gun point.

"Are you going to tie me up?... its not my thing... but I'll try it." Much to your dismay you couldn't stop a smirk grazing your lips, what an audacious prick, a lascivious, salacious bastard. The smile was in sheer disbelief and a small part of you had some admiration for his unbothered attitude, and the offender found this monstrously funny. You hung your head in shame attempting to conceal the snickering. Feeling almost embarrassed, like giggling in front of a strict teacher. However you kept your head on straight and got to work fulfilling this creep's kink.

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"Nice and tight." You muttered, as you triple checked the security of the rope. You were curious about this man, what his motives are, why he hadn't tried to escape, who he was; so you grabbed another chair and set it in front of the criminal.

He was handsome, for a potential kidnapper. He had a perfect jawline that appeared to be sculpted by the Gods. Additionally he had immaculate dark hair, not a single strand out of place. And his eyes, god, his eyes. They were dark hazel, entrapped by long eyelashes and it was clear that they housed a very intelligent and well-educated soul. Why the hell, would someone like him do this? He could be a model, for God's sake. You clear your head and remember the situation, now is not the time to admire someone.

"Who are you?" You spoke sternly, awaiting an answer, suddenly tired of everything.

"Why, isn't this an interesting method." He mused, was he attempting to rile you up? If so, it was working. For goodness sake it was 4:43 in the morning, you didn't have time for this.

"Come on, what is your name? I need something to put on the report." this was true.

"Tanner, sweetheart. And you're y/fn. You're 27 and a private investigator... I know all about you." He tilted his head to one side, looking you up and down whilst he stretched the word all. It was clear that this Tanner guy had done his research.

"Why are you here? What do you want from me?" You were impatient now. It felt like you were getting no answers. And this bastards cheery disposition and mocking tone was royally pissing you off. But despite all his unbothered front, sat now opposite him you noticed the bouncing of his leg: he was nervous. That made you smile, his stage personality clearly wasn't as thorough as he'd have liked. Tanner shook his head in response to your questioning.

"Come on, leave something to the imagination." He smiled as he spoke, acting as if this were a normal conversation.

You stood up, rubbing your eyes. You need a break. It was as if the nights events were all coming down on you at once. Looking back at your prisoner, you decided to go and file the report now... and question this prick later.

"Where are you going? Bored already? They weren't kidding when they said you never stopped." He was trying to engage you, egg you on, and although you were interested, you knew that you needed 10 minutes to get your head together. You make the decision and walk off, sitting in your room, leaving the door open.

Turning on your work phone, you opened your emails and began formulating a report. You fill in what little information you know,

Name : Tanner (allegedly)

Age : 25-35

Education: n/a - Obviously highly educated (manner of speech ect)

Height : around 6ft

Weight : n/a

Eyes : brown/hazel

Hair : br...

However it wasn't long before exhaustion took hold and keeping your eyes open became impossible. You fall asleep lying back on your bed, your phone still on and abandoned beside you.

~

A while later, you jolt awake... or attempt to, as something held you down firm. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and take in what you were seeing.

"Good morning..." the voice was Tanner's and reality hit you like a tonne of bricks. He was straddling you, his legs gripping your hips tightly. While one of his hands lightly caressed your face. His finger moved from you cheekbone to your lips and made the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention.

"Sleep well?" He added, no meaness in his voice, only mockery. It was then that you caught sight of the syringe clasped in his hand. The same one from earlier. How stupid of you to not remove it. He noticed your horrified expression and put two and two together.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt." He cooed.

He moved his position to hold your hands together in one of his and moved the syringe closer to you. The point was pressed against the side of your neck, then slowly traced further down, causing you to shiver. Your heart skipped a beat when he leaned in closer, so close that you could feel the sensation of his breath on your skin.

"Not up to playing? That's okay... soon we'll have all the time in the world..." you gasped at the statement, understanding what was about to transpire. Your eyes opened even wider as you thrashed underneath him. All your attention was fixated on the syringe and its inevitable insertion.

"God," he muttered, almost whispering in your ear. "tonight is going to be great."

And with that, the syringe was pressed into your throat, you couldn't feel anything, or see anything for that matter. All that remained was the thought that this monster was kidnapping you.

Then everything went black.

~

if you made it this far, imma shoot my shot: have a looksie at fandomwritingbit (my side blog for exactly this sort of thing) I’m always after writing some Tanner stuff sfw and not, so give us a shout. 

[icestrawberryfreeze]

Day 5

You sat with your fingers tented, eyes closed as Luna told you that your newest doctor was - in fact - the man creeping in people's yards. It's been a good two months since Tanner [That was his name. He made sure Luna knew that.] woke her up in the middle of her sleep, drugged her, dragged her to some basement, then willingly hand her the documents that would lead her to the Blue Blood Killer. The detective said it so calmly like he wasn't harassing her for months before then.

"You sound like good ole pals," you hissed. You couldn't help but think back to this morning. A doctor wanting to see you right on time was something she never saw before. Yet, the second your name was sent back was when a nurse grabbed you to bring you to a room. Seeing the smiling face of your doctor - who you now know as Tanner Grayton - didn't make you feel any better. His height was already scary enough and he seemed to make sure to use that to his advantage during your "official" meeting.

You tilted your head. With the way Luna has been describing him, he seems to be more in the scientific field with his syringes filled with experimental concoctions. Why was he acting as a doctor? He's also a wanted murderer. How does no one at the hospital know this? Or do they and are covering for him?

Luna shook her head, grabbing the folder from the filing cabinet. "Pals? Not at all. He annoyed me to no end when I was doing these cases. On top of that, that damn kidnapper would show up at the worst times." She tilted her head. "I never got the answer to if they were ever working together. Either way," she slammed the cabinet closed and plopped herself onto the couch. "I believe he's only curious to see me being friendly with someone. I've been by myself since..."

She put the pen she picked up in her mouth, the older woman slipping down further into the couch as she lost herself in the files.

Sighing, you turned on her computer and began to make your nightly quotas. The first hour were nothing but envious, jealous people making false claims and some reports were just jumping at their own shadows.

Huffing, you opened up the camera to see no other than the smiling man himself jump up into the cameras doing jazz hands at you. You bit your tongue at the scare, whipping your head to the older woman.

"Did he do this jazz hand shit with you?!" you whispered yelled at her.

She barely glanced up. "Yeah. He likes to play around with...you..." Now you had her attention. Luna quickly jumped over the couch with flashlight in hand and ran down the hallway, opening every door and going into the back two rooms fully.

Turning back to the computer, you switched the cameras to see him run off the property and into some bushes. You couldn't contain the snicker as you watched him scurry away.

He runs like a crab.

Luna came back into the living room, head swinging back and forth once more before coming to the window next to you. You heard her whisper why was he back again but you had a strong feeling that he made you his new obsession.

And you voiced that to Luna.

She glanced at you, the woman now biting on her nails. "I'm afraid you're right," she agreed with a sigh. "Why? I can't really be sure. It's not like you're after the Blue Blood Killer. You're just helping with the crime watch. There's no need to be after you."

Luna walked away, tapping her chin. "Unless he's gotten bored with...whatever he does and sees you as his newest target."

You scrunched up your nose. "He's a wanted murderer, Luna. What's stopping him from coming back to kidnap me in my sleep like he did with you?" Rubbing your temples, you thought of him having all your medical records. He could literally do anything to make your death seem like a disease. You looked up and pouted at your best friend. "I blame you."

Luna's lip quirked. "I blame myself for bringing you in this." She bent down and massaged your shoulders. " But I doubt he'll kill you."

You scoffed. "Press X to doubt?"

She rolled her eyes at you. "I have a very strong feeling. Otherwise, with the length we have been talking, we would've already been drugged."

Blinking at each other, you looked back to the camera that was showing the front yard. Tanner stood with hands behind his back, his body facing the window-

You pulled back the curtains to Tanner's ever-growing smile. He waved at the both of you cheerfully before relaxing into a slight slump. Luna looked at you and you looked at Luna. The man was still as a statue except for his eyes. They flickered from you to around the surrounding area then back to you again. Put that sequence on repeat for the next five minutes or so.

"So, I might not die tonight." You let the curtains fall back into place and turned to Luna with a smirk. "But other nights are full of surprises."

What is up with this woman pulling your ear? You both got back into the comfortable rhythm as before, one of you rotating on checking the house and checking on Tanner who stayed in the same exact spot.

Taking a small break, you stared at him. He was looking away from you, his head turned towards the street. " Doesn't he remind you of Connor?"

His head snapped back around to you.

"Who's Connor?" Luna yelled from down the hall. You held his stare as you answered her. He's an android sent by Cyberlife to help figure out why some androids were becoming deviant. There was a few seconds of silence.

You sighed. "He's from a video game, Luna."

She let out a quiet 'Oh' before sitting back on the couch. You got back to work and finished the quotas, and then some, within two hours. Checking out the window one last time, the doctor was nowhere in sight.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

VOTE! (NOT FOR A FIC BUT A CHARACTER/CELEBRITY)

So, I'm gonna cancel the yandere series, I really like this one (The Pharaoh x male reader). And because I have never seen one that involves Pharaoh x male reader.

Same rules:

PICK ONE CHARACTER! (Don't say [Character 1] or [Character 2] you must pick or I'll choose for you

You MUST put it in the comments. If you can't type in the comments or you want to stay anonymous, send me an ask with your vote and I'll add it in the comments.

Edward Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Jasper Hale

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Caius

Aro

Marcus

Demetri

Sam Uley

Garett

Tony Stark

Peter Parker (Bumping up his age)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Clint Barton

Pietro Maximoff

Scott Lang

Bruce Banner

Dr. Strange

Loki

Venom

Deadpool

Helmut Zemo

Falcon

Izuku Midoriya

Dabi

Katsuki Bakugou

Mirio Togata

Tenya Lida

All Might

Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Hawks

Eijiro Kirishima

Shoto Todoriki

Chris Hemsworth

Chris Evans

Robert Downey Jr.

Shawn Mendes

Tom Holland

Jeremy Renner

Sebastian Stan

Henry Cavill

Zac Efron

Colby Brock

Brennen Taylor

Sebastian Stan

Jensen Ackles

Jared Padalecki

Anthony Mackey

Aaron Taylor Johnson

Misha Collins

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Matt Cohen

Bryan Dechart

Joe Manganiello

Pedro Pascal

Kim Nam-Joon/RM

Kim Seok-JIn

Min Yoongi

Jung Ho-Seok

Park Ji-Min

Kim Tae-Hyung

Jeon Jung-Kook.

James McAvoy

Ryan Reynolds

Robert Pattinson

Hugh Jackman

Johnny Depp

Scott Eastwood

Jared Leto

Ben Affleck

Ewan McGregor

Channing Tatum

Luke Evans

Tom Hiddleston

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

John Winchester

Lucifer

Crowley

Jack Kline

Young John (Michael)

Dean (Michael)

Adam (Micheal)

Archie Andrews

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Kevin Keller

Hiram Lodge

Malachai

F. P. Jones

Fangs Fogarty

Eren Jaeger

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smith

Jean Kirstein

Reiner Braun

Kenny Ackerman

Bertolt Hoover

Clark Kent/Superman

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Arthur Curry/Aquaman

Billy Batson/Shazam (Bumping up his age)

Hal Jordan/Green Lantern

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Barry Allen/The Flash

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow

Captain Cold

Captain Atom

Chris Redfield

Leon S. Kennedy

Albert Wesker

Carlos Oliveira

Ethan Winters

Karl Heisenberg

Piers Nivans

Mr. X

Cole Young

Johnny Cage

Scorpion

Kui Liang

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Tyler Lockwood

Matt Donovan

Tobio Kageyama

Kei Tuskishima

Toru Oikawa

Tetsuro Kuroo

Asahi Azumane

Daichi Sawamura

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kotaro Bokuto

Satoru Gojo

Kento Nanami

Aoi Todo

Toji Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Brahms Heelshire

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Stu Matcher

Billy Loomis

Hannibal Lector

Will Graham

Norman Bates

Pyramid head

Sweeney Todd.

Bobby Drake

Scott Summers

Logan Howlett

Erik Lehnsherr

Young Professor X

Scott Mccall

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

Geralt of Rivia

Ian

Mickey

Collin Shea

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Ari Levinson

Tanner Grayton

RK800 (CONNOR)

RK900 (NINES?)

Gavin Reed

[gloryy-vs]

hey cuties! anyone remember the game Scrutinized? Had a main antagonist named Tanner everyone was obsessed with for a hot minute and i found an only playlist i used to blast while writing fanfics on wattpad for him..

long story short send me prompts to write with Tanner

serial killer x reader :))

[dihydromorphinone]

I like ur scrutinized fic. Just a quick question: Is tanner the blueblood killer or the BBK unnamed, and Tanner is tanner, I prefer tanner being himself in the gam3 instead of the blueblood killer, but I can't wait for the next chapter.

very glad you liked it! i won't make you wait long for another chapter tomorrow is my day off so i will have a lot of time to write. well, if you're asking me about the au the fic is happening, they're the same person. in game, well, it makes me confused because the ending is a bit confusing TT it would be more logical for him to be the blueblood killer but the ending made me question a thing or two so...

[tabbycatto]

Hello, babes. It's been a long time and i apologize, but I can't promise I won't dip out again. Right now, i will try to write again on the asks in my inbox. I won't be active much though!

I updated the masterlist :) probably will keep updating

NO incest!!!

i'm open to yandere/stalker/dark themes and mature themes

ASSASSIN'S CREED: SYNDICATE

Evie Frye

Jacob Frye

DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Dante

Nero

V

DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

The Outsider

Daud

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

OUTLAST

Eddie Gluskin

Waylon Park

Miles Upshur

Blake Langermann

RESIDENT EVIL

Leon S. Kennedy

Claire Redfield

Albert Wesker

Karl Heisenberg

Dimitrescu daughters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ethan Winters

SCRUTINIZED/WELCOME TO THE GAME

Tanner Grayton

Breather

THE EVIL WITHIN

Ruvik

Joseph Oda

Sebastian Castellanos

[tabbycatto]

Hello! I have a writing request for Tanner x sleepy! reader if you can! Thank you so much

Hello! Sure i can, my dear! And thank you so much for the request! I was  REALLY happy when i saw it. (◕‿◕✿) Enjoy!

Dedicated only to: @invaderpheob

A/N: I made it little creepy, because well Tanner IS creepy and all, but i might made it little yandere? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The request didn’t tell for Tanner and reader to be in relationship so i kinda had free hand over that. Which is never good. Hope you’re not dissapointed! 

(；一_一)

WARNINGS: Tanner being creepy and possessive/obssessive af, some bad language, terrible author and grammar

WORDS: 799

 ONLY MINE

(TANNER X SLEEPY! READER)

Tanner could feel a smile creeping up his face. He couldn’t wait to see his love again tonight! Tanner was too busy two other nights with his “work“. But now he has whole night just for you! His love! Eager as a child he silently sneakes towards your window. Not even locked! A silent snicker escapes him. You’re so so stupid, so defenseless and soooo lucky you got him.  He can’t even imagine what could have happened to you if he wasn’t fast enough. You poor thing

There was pitch dark in your kitchen and not a single sound interrupted the quiet autumn night. Tanner lowly whispered to himself with a teeth baring smile. „Whereee are youuu?“ he just couldn’t wait to see you, but he couldn’t risk you seeing him neither. Slowly tip-toeing his way around your home, he listened intently if you’re not walking anywhere. Everything was quiet. Too quiet for his liking. You were always awake at this hour. Were you out? No. You didn’t go out often and definitely not on Tuesday. Where are you?!

Finally getting to your bedroom, he pressed his ear on the door first. Nothing. No noises. Only a weak light pouring itself underneath your bedroom door. Tanner cracked the door open juuust a bit and looked over the room. Then he fully stepped in once he laid eyes upon your slouched form in the armchair. You were sleeping, almost inaudibly snoring with an open book in your lap. You are so cute! So peacefull and vulnerable to him. It melted his killer heart.

Tanner grinned widely at that scene. Walking up to you, he brushed your cheek lovingly. You subconsciously  leaned in with a sleepy hum. Mine, mine. He carefully set his face near your neck to breathe in your scent, his palm still pressed against your cheek. Ahhh so sweet as always! He wanted to take you far away. He wanted to have you only for himself. And he will. Soon.

He gently lifts you in his arms, carefully not to wake you. You stir for a second and whimper some sentences from the back of your throat. Tanner stops and observes you for few moments. You sigh and bury your head in the crook of his neck, but don’t wake up. He lets out a puff of relieve and carries you to your bed. Slowly setting you down on the covers, he steps on the other side of your bed and lays beside you. Biggest smile appering on his face as he plays with your hair. All mine, just mine. You two just lay there for some time.

The smile on Tanner’s lips freezes when you roll on your side away from him and incoherently mumble something under your breath.. But you still don’t wake up. He hovers over you. Watching you intently. He pushes you down on your back like you were before. You whine in protest earning even wider smile from him. So vulnerable. He shouldn’t be waking you. But oh he wants to. But he can’t let you see him. You would know and then go to someone for help. And you are only his. Mine, mine. Just mine. Ah! The things he wanted to do to you.

He leans in and grazes his teeth over your exposed collarbone. Your eyelids flutter weakly and nothing. Then he harshly bites down on your shoulder. You jerk awake with a gasp as Tanner traps you in place. You frantically look around with sleepy gaze. Still confused with everything you try to blink away sleep glued to your eyes. Your sight then focuses on a face before you. You yank your arms away startled with the intruder. But you can’t do much since he holds your wrists almost painfully.

„Get the fuck out of m-!“ you start to yell with voice laced with sleepiness. But he roughly covers your mouth with his palm. Kicking around and trying to wriggle out of his grasp you choke on insults at his person escaping your lips. „-on of a bit-“ you hiss as you bite on his hand over your mouth. „Ah! Feisty one, aren’t you?“ Tanner chuckles darkly, wide smile still evident on his lips. „Nothing shall pain you if you’ll stop struggle, naughty.“ He puts his forehead on yours and stares into your orbs still heavy with sleep. He never stops smiling. You stop fighting knowing you have no chance like that and listen if he has anything else to say. „See? That wasn’t so hard.“ He giggles like he can’t control it. Cause he can’t. „What do yo- want?“ you question him with distaste. „Oh don’t be like that!“ he pouts a little. „I want YOU of course!“ he grins down at you. „Because you’re mine… only mine.“

 THANK YOU FOR READING! ♥ EVERYONE FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUESTS! ♥ IF YOU SEE ANY SPELLING ERRORS DON’T HESITATE TO WARN ME. 

[tabbycatto]

Heyo it’s me again^^ could you do a request of Tanner x Depressed! Sick! Reader?

Welcome back, dear! Nice to see you back. (◕‿◕✿)

WARNINGS: depression? (not sure if i portrayed it good enough), angst, fluffy FLUFF, Tanner’s a sweetheart here hehe

WORDS: 1257 (what a thicc bad boi)

Well i did something?¿ I don’t even think it’s good. ⚆ _ ⚆ I wasn’t sure how to write someone with depression so i had to use little of google magic. (i don’t think it helped) 

Tanner x depressed! sick! Reader

THEN WE’LL BE SICK TOGETHER

The living room is a MESS. There are handkerchiefs all over the couch, some already have fallen on the floor. Pile of books and magazines are slouched against your coffee table. Pure mess. It’s a disaster much like you are. Buried in a heap of blankets with puffy eyes and swollen nose, were you, rubbing at your cheeks covered in dried tears. It was always like that. You got too much time to think and little wheels started rolling like crazy in your head. You have so much time now that you’re laying with flu and yet you have so much work to do, but unable to do any of it.

Nothing worked to stop your mind from rushing from  one bad scenario to another. And being restricted on bed rest didn’t help at all. You tried to occupy yourself with books you always enjoy, but even to that you didn’t find the taste to. You tried to watch fairy-tales, mindlessly scroll trough your phone, listen to music. Nothing. You enjoyed these things, but now it didn’t work. It’s an endless carousel ride and you don’t know how to get out.

This past week was stressful for you. Your boss was an asshole to you and gave you a tower of assignments to do in a little time. Your friend dissapeared for a while without a word, it worried you deeply. And on top of everything your mother came knocking on your door after years of not talking, demanding some money from you. You were drowning in a middle of sea created from stress and anxiety and you couldn’t find a shore or at least a lifebuoy.

Because of all of that you didn’t have much time for Tanner, your boyfriend. Oh god Tanner…the sweetest man you know. You wanted to talk to him, tell him what’s going on with you, see him, hug him. But at the same time you don’t wanna burden him with your problems. That resulted in tons of unreaded messages and missed calls from him. You feel like you don’t deserve this kind, caring man. You’re not enough for him. Another intrusive thoughts bubble in your mind. More tears slip down your cheeks and you bury your face in the pillow trying to stop more from falling.

✿✿✿

Sitting there for what feels like an eternity, you hear your ring bell. You sigh, not wanting to answer instead cuddling closer to the covers hoping it will protect you from whoever is outside. After a short while there comes a soft knock on the door and a gentle call of your name. You jerk your head up. Oh no…Tanner. You’re not ready to face him. Oh god, oh god he will leave you. You hide your red face in the palms of your hands. What will i tell him? What will i tell him? You silently cry into your palms. You’re so stupid, oh so so stupid, Y/N.

You sit there curled up in yourself, trying to calm your heavy breathing. Then you feel fingers subtly grabbing your shoulder. Not even looking up, you hide your head deeper into the covers. You already know who it is. „Y/N..Y/N, please talk to me…“ Tanner calls out to you. His hand still on your shoulder. No answer from you. You feel the couch dip beside you as he sits on the edge next to you rubbing little circles onto the skin of your shoulder. You choke on your cries desperately trying to hide it from Tanner. But he notices and slowly hugs you. „Shhh shh, it’s fine now…i’m here, beautiful.“ He whispers softly into your ear making you lean into his warm chest.  After a while you wrap your arms around his waist and hide your face in his neck. Tanner carefully combs his fingers through your hair, resting his cheek on top of your head. The two of you just sit there in silence, your labored breathing eventually calms down and no more tears escapes your tired eyes.

 „Do you want to talk about it?“ he questions you, carassing the back of your head. You missed him so much. From the signature scent of his cologne to his loving voice, his breath fanning over your face... „ It was just a hard week.“ you croak out slightly surprised how hoarse your voice is. „I’m so sorry, Tanner…please forgive me i’m really sorry-“ you whine out your voice failling you, water starts pooling in your eyes again. „Shhh, beautiful. There’s nothing to be sorry for, alright? I’m not angry at all.“ He says lovingly as you’re unable to look him in the face. Grabbing your chin gently, Tanner scrutinizes you and you meet his eyes. They’re full of worry for you and you feel a pang of guilt in your chest.

„There is… I’m so problematic for you and difficult to be loved…“ you shakily exhale, „and i made you worry.“ you close your eyes, refusing to see his expression. „Y/N, being sad doesn’t make you unlovable.“ he puts his forehead on yours. „And i’m worried, only because i love and care about you. Please, don’t beat yourself up for nothing.“ you crack your eyes open to peek at him. He’s watching you with lovestruck look and you melt at the sight. „Understood?“ he raises his eyebrows in question, receiving silent „Yeah…“ and nod from you.

Then you pull away from Tanner and sneeze into the crook of your elbow. „Oh? Someone’s ill, i see?“ he remarks more to himself than you. „Wait here, beautiful, i’ll make you some tea and soup.“ he gently pushes you on your back onto the pillows, snuggling you into the covers. He leans in to kiss you. „You can’t kiss me now,“ you stop him with your fingers across his mouth, „i’m sick.“ Tanner just grins at you. „Then we’ll be sick together.“ he gives you a wet peck on your red lips and caresses your cheek. Giving him a small smile you pull him closer for another kiss.

✿✿✿

„Here it is, beautiful.“ Tanner puts a cup of streaming hot tea and chicken soup on the  coffee table. „Thank you.“ offering him a small smile you sit up. „How are you feeling?“ Tanner strokes your hair. „Better.“ You respond covering your smaller hand over his as you look up at him. He just hums in acknowledgement and sits next to you. Kind smile still playing on his lips. He pressess some patterns in the lower of your back while you eat your first meal of the day. „Someone was hungry, huh?“ he asks when you finish and you only nod. „You should get some sleep now.“ he presses back of his hand against your forehead then stands up. You catch his wrist before he has a chance to leave. „Stay with me? Please?“ you plead. „Of course.“ He says with smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

He lays down and you place your head on his chest not so tearful like before. You look up at Tanner seeing that he is high in the clouds with his mind as he strokes your head. Propping yourself on your arms you kiss his nose. „Ah! What did i do to deserve it?“ he smirks at you. „I’m really glad you’re here.“ you kiss him again on lips this time. When you pull away he still hunts for your lips to kiss making you laugh softly. „Hey!“ he pouts at you and squeezes your cheeks to pull you back to him.

THANK YOU FOR READING! ♥ EVERYONE FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUESTS! ♥ IF YOU SEE ANY SPELLING ERRORS DON’T HESITATE TO WARN ME.

[icestrawberryfreeze]

Day 3

The night before, Luna kept to her promise. She took some time after her day job to show you how the watch program worked.

"It's definitely going to be better with two people now," she said with small smile. She quickly showed you why she was happy about that. She opened up two pdfs with pictures of men to be on the lookout for. You could not help but blink at the second picture rapidly.

Those were some familiar looking elf ears on that man. Luna noticed your look and asked what was wrong.

What's the best way to say you suspect the doctor you had a checkup with might be the yard creeper? "I definitely seen this man before." You aggressively pushed your finger into the screen on the man's face.

With just a push of her finger, Luna pulled up a folder on her computer filled with people saying that they seen the man in the neighborhood nightly.

"Nightly?" You scoffed.

Nightly. For the past four months.

You pursed your lips while sliding from your chair. "Yeah, see. Luna. I'm...I gots to go back to anywhere not here."

You were promptly pulled back to the computer where she let you try out a couple of reports. Those couple of reports became a dozen. Then it turned into not having anymore for the night. Luna was impressed at the speed you worked.

She received a text message after you sent in the last one to the police station. She showed the screen to you and in a short, clean sentence it said: "Great job. Not one mistake in sight tonight."

You were - again - promptly hit over the head with Luna's slipper after making a jab at her inability to have a flawless night and was sent to your bed with a pat on your back.

What were you to her? A child?

Now it was the morning after and you just left an interview for a photography job. It's for a nice cosplay agency that just opened up and they needed those in the know of the business. Stepping down the steps of the building, you turned over your acceptance letter to view the company logo.

At least you have a day job now. And in such a short amount of time. Placing the letter in your tote bag, you pulled out your phone to see when the next bus would be coming. The call for the interview was random. It happened right after Luna backed out of the driveway early this morning.

And you didn't have your new license yet - only a temporary paper one - to rent a car.

You started your stroll to the bus stop, eyes glancing up from your phone every so often to watch the sidewalk. Getting to the stoplight right before your designated area, the feeling of being watched fell on top of you. Quite heavily.

Like a puppet being pulled on a string, your head swung to the left to see Dr. Grayton facing his whole body at you slightly hunched over. His hands were swinging in front of him, his fingers twitching at even paces.

You didn't dare look away to see maybe, just fucking maybe, he was staring at somebody behind you. Instead, you waved your free hand at him. It was like a switch just flipped. In a single blink, he was standing up tall, hands behind his back, and his smile was less - er, demonic. He gave you a small head nod but never made a move towards you. He just stared.

Even when you finally had the right of way to cross the street, his eyes just followed your every movement.

Okay. So, you might need to tell Luna about that creepy doctor visit you had.

Your phone buzzed in your head, the contact listed as 'Hospital' appeared on the screen. "Hello?" You sat down on the bench, careful to keep an eye on the statue still man who's smile seemed to be growing bigger.

Your insurance came back approved. "Way faster than we usually get the A-OK from them," mumbled the nurse on the line. "Either way, we would like for you to come in two days from now to meet with your primary doctor."

With slight reluctance, you agreed to the visit. You taken your eyes off the smiling man at this second and you immediately looked back over to fine him gone. A quick neck crack to look around showed him nowhere near.

You had a gut feeling that Dr. Grayton made you his newest patient.

Ending the call, the bus pulled up just at the right moment. Dropping down into a back seat, you glanced out the nearest window.

"Oh, for fucks sake!" you hissed. The bus pulled off before you could get a good look, but you were pretty sure that damn doctor pulled up next to the bus in a van.

[arenpath]

Not me being this anon and finding this fanfic bcs I decided to check Tenner's tag hhhhh

Thank you

Hello! I'm so happy that there are people who write for Tanner from Scrutinized!

Can I request imagine with Tanner, if so there is a summary:

Tanner as always sneaks into female reader's home, while she is gone. But then she suddenly come back with her friends, so Tanner hides in her closet. And they have fun and decide to play 7 minutes in heaven.

Don't worry about mistakes at least in this work because I'm not a native speaker too.

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN - ONE SHOT

warnings: Tanner being a fucking creep, description of death, stalking, noncon touching, shit writing, not proofread!

no use of Y/N

words: 727 (somehow)

(sorry it took 2 fucking years to reply omg)

stalker! Tanner x fem! reader

It’s been two months old routine for Tanner now. Watching, lurking, waiting. He learned the entirety of your schedule, when you go to work, when you sleep, when you wake up. When you’re not in the house, he just loves to go trough your things, today was no different. You went out with your friends on this warm summer evening for drinks. Tanner knew this, he also knew that you are usually gone for at least one hour, which was enough for him to shamelessly go trough your dirty laundry, occasionally shoving a piece of pretty panties in his pocket to smell later. He was proud of his little collection of your things especially your undies. It always left you wondering, searching the whole house for a clean pair, oblivious to this madman’s relentless digits stealing them.

He was in his element, when his ears perked up on the noise and laughter from the main door. He sneaked to take a look at the commotion and there were you with your friend group having the time of your lifes. You all stumbled into your home laughing and chatting with no worry in the world. Tanner had no time to run out of the house and he could not risk being seen. He creeped back into your bedroom and slipped into your spaceful closet. Anticipation gnawing at his ribs.

Some time passed by, there was still loud chitchat, but the bedroom door creaked open. Tanner looked trough the little cranny from the closet. This loverboy almost drooled at the sight of you, he was like a dog in heat. His fingers twitching in desperate need to touch you, caress you, take you, anything. You walked in with a few of your friends, talking. „Come on, guys! We’re not in school anymore! Who even plays 7 minutes in heaven.“ You were protesting. „Yeah, but this will be fun!“ One friend countered, wiggling her brows at you and pushing you further into the room along with your another guy friend, who kept furiously blushing. Tanner’s jaw went tight, his throat bubbling with jealousy, fingers now shaking with rage. „Okay, fine! Just let me go take a piss.“ You pushed trough them into the bathroom. Your friends left the room with laughter, leaving the guy friend alone in the bedroom, waiting for your return. He was nervously pacing around.

Tanner went red with anger. „SHE’S MINE!“ His mind is screaming. He reaches into his pocket, taking out a syringe with lethal poison. He’s slowly stepping out of the closet, inching closer and closer towards that friend of yours. The guy turned around just in time for Tanner to roughly stick the needle into his neck, sending the poison down his jugular. Your friend didn’t even have the time to yell out as he crumbled to the floor in convulsions. Tanner dragged him by his armpits into the closet. After that he dusted off his white coat, adjusting his red tie and hid behind the door waiting for you.

You sigh as you place your hand over the door handle and after a short while you open them. You look around, brows furrowed in confusion, when you can’t see your friend anywhere. You walk into the room, calling his name. The door behind you closes with a loud thud, which startles you. You swiftly turn around and are met with a huge grin of a strange man with an even stranger attire. Before you have a time to scream for help, he’s already clasping a hand over your mouth, his face uncomfortably close to yours. „Shh shh, little one, we don’t want company, now do we?“ He says in a sing song voice, guiding you to your bed, his other hand is on your lower back. You start to struggle in his grip, but he’s too strong. You desperately claw at his chest, kick his shins, bite at his palm, but nothing seems to work. He keeps the sinister smirk on his face. „Now now, sweetheart, stop this struggle before I’ll have to use force.“ His smile never fades, quite the opposite, it widens. You stare at him with fear, your eyes watering. „There, sweetheart...“ he caresses the side of your face, his other hand squeezing at your breast. „i think it’s my turn to play 7 minutes in heaven with you.“