[mild sexual themes and a masturbation scene are seen within this chapter, viewer discretion is advised.]

Tanner stumbled into his apartment building, the head of his dick trying to escape his black slacks. She was even more stunning to look at in person, and it turned Tanner on immensely.

With a quick shut and lock of his door, Tanner's smile widened -- first, he'd call Adam to update him on the situation, then he'd give himself some "me time". With that, he pulled the phone out of one of the pockets in the lab coat and began dialing Adam's number.

"Grayton, since your calling I'm expecting you have an update to tell me."

"I sure do sir! Everything is going great! she trusts me so well, so much in fact I got her number! by the way, you never mentioned how cute she looks in person... it's so much better than in pictures; her bust... its so large... A-And those lips... god how I wish we were alone and in her bedroom at that moment... I-"

Tanner let out a very erotic sounding noise, making Adam give a look of disgust. The other people in the room with Adam turned to look at him, sharing a similar expression.

"Grayton, that's nice and all but that isn't what we're here to talk about... Nor is it something I wanted to hear, you idiot. I wanted to know how the information gathering was going."

silence.

"GRAYTON!"

"OH! Sorry, I must have spaced out! It's going great! I assure you with enough time she'll be spilling the information out like the Niagara falls! well, not just information will be pouring out of her..."

"that's fucking disgusting... But if that's really what you want to do to get the information... then go right ahead."

"YES! I promise I won't let you down!"

right before he hung up, Adam sighed and said one last thing,

"Grayton..."

"yeah?"

"my one rule is don't fall in love with that little rat... If you do, you're going to forget what's important, and then we'll never move farther with the plan."

"Right, right... of course. I'll be sure not to. I'll be sure to keep in touch... goodbye now."

Tanner hung up and strode into his bedroom, his dick practically trying to bust itself out of his slacks. He could no longer contain the amount of excitement he felt, the lust he had filled his mind in waves like an ocean.

He reached under the underside of his bed for a stack of magazines, moving them around until he found his favorite one, "Sugar rabbits: Naughtiest of girls". The second he felt the old, tattered, worn-out magazine, Tanner joyfully ripped his hand out from under the bed. His dick getting even harder as he looked at the image of the woman covering her privates with her arms, a bathrobe being the only thing she was wearing.

Tanner Imagined the woman to be sweet and innocent Y/N looking into his eyes -- trying not to slip up and show him her private areas. Of course, Tanner's perverted mind wouldn't ease; the thought of Y/N soon dropping her guard and exposing herself to him was too enticing.

He sat down on his bed, unbuckled his slacks, his boxers slowly sliding off with them. He couldn't take it anymore.

Tanner began to stroke himself, the feeling of passion filling his brain and overcoming his senses. He could feel his cock twitching and throbbing in his hand as he panted and began to buck his hips into his hand. He imagined it to be Y/N sucking him off, her throat trying its hardest to take all of the large and very girthy reproductive organ.

With another firm grunt, Tanner began to rub the head of it in the process -- his free hand carding through his hair making it a mess. He wasn't too happy with that, but he was far too gone in ecstasy and pleasure to care at that moment.

"f-f-fucking goddamn it Y/N..." he huffed, "why do you have to make me so fucking horny?"

Tanner wasn't normally like this with other women he had killed; most of them were pretty unattractive or downright annoying to listen to. But Y/N... she was special; like a peacock in a group of crows she stood out, unlike the rest.

Tanner continued, practically fucking his hand at this point-- his dick rubbing along the palm of it. He let out more moans, the magazine dropped to the floor with a thud from the amount of movement going on in his bed.

Tanner shifted onto his side but continued to jerk it, his eyes screwed shut and his top row of teeth bit down on his bottom lip. His mind raced with endless thoughts of Y/N naked, defenseless, and crying out his name into the darkness of the bedroom. He wanted to feel her biting his shoulder and digging her nails into his back as he fucked her; her thoughts emptying into a jumbled mess of words that came off her tongue. Soon Tanner could hardly wait anymore as he thrusted into his hand 4 more times--

and then... it happened.

Tanner felt himself stop, swiftly moving over the head of his cock as he spewed semen onto it. The white, sticky, warm substance making a mess on his hands.

He looked down at it, a smile appearing on his face. Sure it was a hot mess -- but it was a mess he was willing to clean up.

As he got up from his now messy bed and walked into the bathroom he let his mind wander, but his thoughts continued to go back to Y/N.

It wasn't like the real thing, he knew that. He knew shoving himself into the real hole was going to be a different experience -- one that was far tighter and warmer, with far more swearing and joy. But he understood that'd have to be for later with Y/N...

He always got what he wanted in some way after all. Even if it wasn't the most ethical way.

When he was done cleaning his hand, he looked at the clock and jumped. "FUCK! I'M LATE! I CAN'T HAVE PRECIOUS Y/N WAITING -- WHAT KIND OF MAN AM I?!"

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Y/N set up some more music as she sat at her computer desk, ready to work. That morning she had received a call, one that she would never forget. It was from one of her close friends, Luna, who recently had someone she loved pass away. Originally when Luna asked to speak to her, Y/N had thought it was a moment of therapy Luna needed, a way to vent about the death of her cousin. But what she had gotten in reality, was a more -- frighting -- call.

Luna had begun rambling to Y/N about the man that had killed her cousin; the Blueblood killer and about how much she needed Y/N's help and she listened to all of it. As much as she hated to admit it- Luna was 100% right. This guy was a psychopath and he was someone that needed to be taken down as soon as possible. Which is why she was nowhere; solving cases and trying to find out information about the guy.

The music played softly in the background, it was a gentle tune-- one that helped ease Y/N's mind of everything, especially what happened yesterday.

"Let's see... untrue and needs to be shred... I need to file that... no, no... actually... wait... hm..."

This was a lot harder than Y/N originally thought.

None to less, Y/N eventually got it done for the most part. She wasn't quite sure what deciphering whether or not these cases were valid did for Luna's hunt she trusted Luna knew what she was doing.

thump.

Y/N turned suddenly in a panic, the noise putting her on edge. She hoped and prayed to some kind of god that it was just the house settling and that her stalker wasn't back.

Quickly, she grabbed her flashlight from the side of her desk and turned it on, her body becoming overheated and uncomfortable. As she took a step she heard several other footsteps running across the floor... this person had managed to get into her house...

While looking her stereo began to play something new, something that really didn't help the situation.

"I don't want to set the world on fire~"

Y/N tried not to focus on the song as it played in the background, her mind was too focused on the person she knew was in her house.

"I just want to start a flame in your heart..."

she shuffled around into the hallway, her heart racing as the generator to her house cut out, and the rooms became shrouded in darkness -- only lit by a small amount of moonlight.

"In my heart I have but one desire~ And that one is you, no other will do..."

Y/N shuttered about how true it probably was for her stalker as her eyes searched around the room. She took a deep breathe, assuming her mind was just going crazy when suddenly-

footsteps could be heard

" I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim. I just want to be the one you love~"

she turned around toward the noise only to see a figure standing at the other end of the hallway, she could just barely make it out as a semi-skinny male in a suit of some kind. "Hello... Y/N" he said, Y/n shook in fear. How did he know her name? and why did he sound so familiar?

"And with your admission that you'd feel the same... I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me, ~"

"Well, this is awkward," he said softly, just barely enough for Y/N to hear. Without another word, he began charging at her, cackling like a maniac. Y/N screaming and grabbed a lamp next to her doorway, "stay away from me you crazy fuck!"

"I don't want to set the world on fire... I just want to start a flame in your heart!"

right as he was about to tackle her she hit him as hard as she could with the lamp. Whoever it was fell to the ground, slightly disoriented from being hit across the face. Blood came from his nose and dripped onto the ground as he slowly got up.

Y/N looked around for a new weapon, as her lamp was now more dented than a car that was left in the middle of the road. "Oh, I see~ So, you're a bit of a fighter... How cute."

"I don't want to set the world on fire, honey, I love you too much. I just want to start a great big flame down in your heart....."

Y/N reached for another object but before she could lift it he jumped on top of her. This sent her into a full panic; her mind filled her with adrenaline, the fear of not dying making her stronger than normal.

"I SAID-" Y/N hissed, punching him in the throat, "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" as he recoiled, she managed to break one of her legs free and kick him in the face making him grunt in agony.

"....I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim I just want to be the one you love."

Y/N took the time she had to grab a knife, the moonlight just barely making enough light for her to see what she was grabbing. When she came back into the room, the man had disappeared.

"Having fun?" he said into her ear making her hastily turn around, she now only see half of his face but it was still hard to make out any detail. Not taking any chances, though, she slashed the knife at him- it cut open his cheek and blood began to pour out of it.

"And with your admission that you'd feel the same..."

she punched him in the face again making him nearly fall unconscious, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE OR IM CALLING THE FUCKING POLICE!" but he showed no signs of stopping -- his hands reached for her and she jabbed at his side, he let out one last yell of pain before rushing out of the house through the same window he came from.

"....I don't want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart....~"

As another song came on, Y/N called the police, the knife dripping with blood, and her body now in greater pain than it was before it all happened.

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Tanner limped his bleeding body along Y/N's lawn, trying not to leave any more evidence he was there.

once he got to a tree far from her house, he collapsed, breathing heavily and holding onto his wound.

"Y/N... You're quite the fighter. You made a mess of my suit, a mess of me, and you ruined my hair... how rude... But also how adorable. I can't wait to taste you~"

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A/ FUCKING N

Jesus, that was a lot again... anyways- I'm sorry if this chapter kinda sucked- I'm not good at writing masturbation or fighting scenes but I wanted to break out of my comfort zone with this chapter! anyways I loved writing the fighting scene, to be honest... I can't wait to continue writing this... but first maybe a small break my hands are killing me-

-Mew "Griff" Mcfuckwad.

PS... here's a picture of a poodle moth I love them and I want to bless you with an image of one of these CUTE ASS BEINGS. She can have all my lamps and clothes.