Dark Dexter Imagines

This blog is dedicated to Dexter Imagines to unleash dark and naughty fantasies about the world's most lovable serial killer and all his friends. One-shots and requests are always open! WARNING blog contains NSFW material. Disclaimer: All characters belong to the Dexter show I do not own any of them and will not attempt plagiarism because that's just not cool.

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Can you write a one shot of Dexter having a teen daughter

I'll get to it as soon as I can

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Imagine getting in a food fight with Dexter and it ends with the two of you fucking

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Imagine blowing Dexter while he's at work

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Imagine Dexter finding out about your autism after you had a breakdown in front of him

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Im back!!!!!

To all my followers thank you so much for patiently waiting. I'll be updating more frequently now I'm hoping to update at least once a day 

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hey are you still doing imagines

I am and I will update the blog soon just got to get to feeling better soon. I have not forgotten you I promise

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do you still do one shots?

Not for now but if anyone wants to they can write them and send them in. As long as they are Dexter themed and don't have rape/non-con.

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How are you doing? You haven't posted in a while and wanted to make sure your doing ok. I know sometimes life happens and we get busy and that's 100% fine, just worrying about you.

I'm so sorry I haven't forgotten about you or anyone else I have just been going through personal issues but I am here and know that I will be updating again maybe tomorrow. Thank you so much for your concern

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Can I get a one shot of the imagine where Brian keeps the reader in his basement?

All oneshots request are closed unfortunately. However if I do find the time to write this one I certainly will post it but it will take more than a week unfortunately

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Pun Intended

Imagine being a little girl who needs a prosthetic leg and you have no family so Brian makes puns take you smile.

Author: DarkDexterImagines

Reader Gender: Female

Word count: 554

Warnings: angst, little teasing

A missing limb. No parents. Loneliness. You weren’t sure which was the worst. You lost your parents along with your leg in the accident. Everyone kept telling you that you were lucky to be alive. You found that hard to believe because aside from being lonely and a now orphan you had no leg. That wasn’t crying over spilled milk.

You leaned back in the wheelchair and stared at all the prosthetic limbs. Tears threatened to spill out from your eyes but you blinked them back and sniffled.

The door opened and in came a decent looking man with thick black hair. His eyes appeared dark but when the light hit them they were a beautiful shade of green. Like most doctors he had on a big white coat and a cute colorful tie that stood out against all the white.

“Y/N, I’m Brian Moser, the prosthetist. How are you doing today?” He asked, looking at you.

“I’m alive.” You replied in a flat voice.

Brian observed that you were upset. “I’m trying to think of an amputee joke but I’m stumped.”

A laugh spilled through your lips before you could control it and for the first time you smiled.

Brian picked up a prosthetic arm. “Stay where you are. I’m armed.” He joked.

Your small laugh turned into a giggle. He put the arm down and pointed at you. His look was all serious but you couldnt stop laughing. “I know that you can’t stand. Literally can’t stand.”

That was the one that threw you into a fit of laughter. You clapped your hands at his humour.

“Thank you, I’ll be here all week.”

The tears that were in your eyes ended up rolling down your cheeks. Brian walked up to you and kneeled infront of you.

“Hey, now don’t cry. I made those jokes so you wouldn’t cry.” He used the knuckles of his fingers to wipe away the tears.

“I’m sorry, Biney.” You were so upset you couldn’t even pronounce his name right.

“Biney?” He looked at you as if you reminded him of something.

“I’m sorry, I meant to say Brian but I’m so upset.” You apologized.

He smiled. “Don’t be. Biney actually sounds cute. I won’t mind if you keep calling me that while I try to limb up some more jokes.”

You cracked another smile. Brian picked up your file and quickly scanned it with his eyes. When he looked back at you he looked like he had something on his mind which kind of concerned her. But he never told you what he was thinking. Instead he just kept coming up with cheesy jokes to make you smile.

A few weeks after that appointment you had some good news. You were getting adopted! With much excitement you used your crutches to help you down the rugged hall and then stopped when you saw who was waiting for you.

“Biney?” You asked.

Brian sent you a gentle smile. “Ready to come to your new home?” He questioned.

You suddenly swallowed the lump in your throat. Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

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Knock Knock Baby 2

Second part to Knock knock baby

Summary: Dexter tells Rita about you and how he plans to raise the reader and Rita decides to help him legally adopt the reader but things take a turn in events

Author:Anon101

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 2,007

Warnings: Abandoned Reader, serious angst at the end, prepare for the feels!

A/N: Asking to remain anonymous. There are lyrics in this oneshot that go to the song Losing your memory by Ryan Star because it pretty much goes to the end of the one shot. Not to worry I plan on writing a third part too

Dexter woke up the next morning to a knocking at his door. You began to move and fidget which came with a quiet whine. He picked you up and slowly moved towards the door. He silently opened the door while easily shushing you. There was a beautiful blonde woman standing behind the door dressed in a blue hotel uniform.

“Dexter, what’s going on?” She asked as her eyes widened.

“Someone dropped her off last night and left her. I didn’t want her to go into the system so I kept her.” Dexter explained.

The woman stepped into the apartment. “Dexter you can’t just keep a baby that was left on your steps. That’s illegal. If you think you can take on all of us, the new baby, and this one then I will help you. But there are steps you have to take. If not then you can be charged with kidnapping.”

“I have the note the mother left with her.” Dexter commented.

Rita let out a sigh. “Okay let’s start with that keeping that as evidence. Next step would be a family court lawyer. Did she leave a birth certificate or anything that can be used to relocate her?”

Dexter shook his head. “Nothing. Just her in a car seat and a note.”

The rumbling in your stomach caused you to break out into a full hysterical cry. Dexter looked down at you then at Rita. She held her hands out and pressed you against her chest.

“I don’t suppose you have any formula?” Rita asked.

Dexter held his finger up and dug in his cubourts. “I bought a can like a week ago.” He pulled out a can and began opening it.

“Well she looks like a really young baby. Maybe about 3 weeks old. They eat a lot. Start with a 3 ounce bottle and see how it goes from there.” Rita commented as she looked down at you.

She sat on his couch and began undressing you. The cool rush made you kick your legs and cry even more. You weren’t sure what she was doing but you weren’t enjoying the cool rush on your body. She took off your wet diaper and replaced it with a dry one. Better. You stopped crying for a second once you realized how much better it felt to feel dry than wet. But your hunger pulled you from the serene moment and you went back to crying again.

“Okay, Y/N. It’s right here.” Dexter came running and picked you up.

You opened your toothless mouth and started thrashing your head from side to side to find your food source. The moment you got ahold of the bottle nipple you stopped crying and began sucking down the formula. The cramping in your stomach eased and you felt better.

“Y/N, huh? I like that name.” Rita commented as she looked down at you.

You looked at Rita then back at Dexter. The two of you made eye contact and you snuggled closer to him. As Dexter watched you suck down the bottle he gave off a small smile. While he was a sociopath who enjoyed killing people he also found that he enjoyed taking care of you. A human life that gave him the possibility of human emotions.

“You might have to take parenting classes. We will know once we contact a lawyer. But we may have to let them take her away temporarily.” Rita warned.

Dexter turned to her. “Rita, no! I don’t want her to go to in the system. I want her here with me.”

“I’m just trying to prepare you for what might come. Family court is a difficult process.”

Dexter looked down at you as you reached forward and grabbed the material of his shirt. “I just want her to be safe.”

Rita rested her hand on his shoulder. “We will. I will help. I still have a bassinet from years ago I can loan you. I can watch her while you’re at work but you’re taking the night shift.” She negotiated.

Dexter nodded his head. “Thank you, thank you.”

After contacting a lawyer a case began and there was a court date set for 3 weeks. Luckily the judge had agreed to allow the baby to stay with you while they searched for the baby’s mother. You were told that if they could not reach the child’s mother than it was luckily that you could adopt the baby. If the mother didn’t decide she wanted you. Which to Dexter was a real big IF so he decided you would be his first daughter.

While Rita began to hunt for houses Dexter continued to keep you at his apartment until the two settled on a house. He bought a bunch of cute outfits that everyone gave high appraises for. For the two of you life couldn’t seem to get any better.

***2 Weeks, 3 Days later***

After peaking at Y/N sleeping in her play pen, Dexter decided to change into PJ pants. He had just pulled down his plain white shirt

When he heard a knock at his door.

Call all your friends Tell them I’m never coming back ‘Cause this is the end Pretend that you want it, don’t react

Dexter opened his door to see two police officers along with a girl that looked like she was in high school. She had blonde hair and was dressed in a tank top and a pair of extremely tight jeans. Dexter looked at the three of the people and his gut dropped. He didn’t know what was going on but he didn’t like the idea of it.

“Can I help you?” Dexter asked.

The damage is done The police are coming too slow now I would have died I would have loved you all my life

“Mr. Morgan?” The police officer asked.

“Yes.” Dexter replied.

“I’m officer Shultz, this is my partner officer Kinny. We’re here for the baby girl.” The officer on the right spoke.

Dexter felt something inside him stir. “What? No, the judge ordered me placement. The next court date is in a couple of days.” He argued.

“Well the mother was just granted full custody and she wants the baby.”

You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now

Dexter turned to the young girl. “You didn’t want Y/N, when you dropped her off on my steps!” He growled between his teeth.

The girl looked at him and rocked on her toes. “Look, I made a mistake. I decided I want to try the whole being a mom thing.”

“So you just get to change your mind and take your baby back? Just like that?” Dexter asked.

The girl reached in her pocket and pulled out a paper. Dexter opened it and immediately began to read it.

Where have you gone? The beach is so cold in winter here And where have I gone? I wake in Montauk with you near

The paper was signed by a judge granted full custody to a Melody Baker. It stated that whoever was granted placement had to give the baby up or would arrested immediately. Dexter grit his teeth and allowed them in the apartment.

Remember the day 'Cause this is what dreams should always be I just want to stay I just want to keep this dream in me

“Where is she?” The mother asked, looking around.

“She’s sleeping. Does it have to be tonight?” He asked.

The mother sneered. “I want the baby back. Now.”

“Y/N. Her name is Y/N.” Dexter corrected.

It grew silent for a second as Dexter mentally looked over his options. If he fought he would get arrested and the mother would still get the baby. If he forfeit Y/N then he could look into the mother and try to find something on her. Maybe he could even contact his lawyer and see if there is something he could do. The mother had abandoned her baby! There had to be a way he could get her back.

“I’ll go get her. The car seat is by the couch.

You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory

Dexter walked in his dark room and watched as Y/N continued to sleep. It was silent and she was spread out on her back with her arms stretched out. He head was turned to the side and her eyes were closed, revealing her thick eyelashes. She was sleeping so soundly in her light pink pjs. It was an outfit  that he had picked out himself. A white shirt that had pink letters on it that said “Daddy’s Tired Girl” with some cute little pink flowers and a pair of pink pants that had matching flowers on it.

He didn’t want to give her up but he had to.

Wake up, it’s time, little girl, wake up All the best of what we’ve done is yet to come Wake up, it’s time, little girl, wake up Just remember who I am in the morning

He leaned down and picked her up softly and placed her on his chest. She started shuffling and began to cry as he approached the mother. He squeezed her one good time and something felt very wrong to him. He didn’t know what it was but he didn’t like the feeling. And he wondered 'is this what heartbreak feels like?’

Y/N tried to snuggle in his chest but the mother walked up and taken her right out of his arms.

You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory

Dexter stood still in his spot and watched as you peeked over her Melody’s shoulder and cried. You reached your arm out and screamed but she just kept on walking. You followed them to the door and kept his eyes on you, the whole time. It felt like there was a whole in his chest. He let out an angry sigh and  the railing outside as you got further and further away.

You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory

Melody set up the car seat and then you disappeared into the back of the car. Dexter remembered the license plate and felt his palms burning from how tight he was gripping the railing.

“Y/N.” He whispered as the vehicle pulled out of the parking lot with the cop car following it.

You looked all around the car with your tear-drenched eyes and couldn’t find the man you were looking for. You let out a loud wail and became so hysterical you began to shake.

“Why did we even have to pick her up?” A man’s voice came from the front.

“Because I was offered a lot of money from a wealthy couple if I let them adopt her. I would rather deal with a screaming baby for a day or two then be without 80 grand.” The woman’s voice replied.

You looked out the window and kicked your feet. You wanted the man that had been taking care of you and singing to you and feeding you and changing your diapers. You didn’t know where he was and that made you uncomfortable.