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Dexter - 1x01 - Dexter
been a while so uh here’s a quick lil something of res dex <3
That Night..
TWs: cr!mescene, implied penetrat!on
word count: 1178 (sorry it's long)
Thinking about bsf!Dexter showing up later as usual to the crime scene, a double homicide to be exact. You’re already inside the cramped, rubbish littered bedroom when he comes parading through. However, it’s not the hundreds of crawling maggots or swarming flies that brings him to a halt.
It’s you.
Thinking about bsf!Dexter pausing for just a moment, adjusting the lifesaving blue mask before continuing over to where you stand, arms folded protectively across your stomach. Green eyes survey the scene, peeping out from behind those ridiculously big safety googles, although still they snapped to you. It was only a brief glance but long enough to catch the guarded stance, slight unease beginning to stew in his stomach.
“Looks like a double homicide,” The silence is shattered, Dexter speaking up. “I’d say they’ve been dead for at least a week.”
“First of all you show up late and second,” with an eye roll you push past him, weaving through a maze of boxes to a small puddle of dried blood, “you tell me something I already know.”
Thinking about bsf!Dexter tenting a bewildered brow at your shoulder rudely crashing into his, although he shrugs it off because the job at hand is much more important than undisclosed, pent up feelings and weeks worth of voice messages he’d just so happened to forget had ever been left. Although, regardless of his cluelessness, the tension smothering the air was heavy enough to alert him that there were certainly more than a few missed calls bothering you.
Thinking about bsf!Dexter crouching down beside you, white hazmat suit offering a crinkle as he takes a quick swab of red, cotton bud dancing in crimson. You’re inches apart, bodies so close you can practically feel the heat radiating off him even through the protective measures and if it wasn’t for them you’d be able to feel his hot breath fanning across the back of your neck.
Thinking about bsf!Dexter sliding the sample into a little test tube, his hand brushing yours upon turning to reach for a clear, plastic specimen bag. Gloves brush, a mere rub but nonetheless electricity passes between you both. You were meant to be mad at him, yet casting a look over your shoulder, heads nearly collided, him seeming to have came impossibly closer.
Thinking about bsf!Dexter holding your gaze, stare intense and searching your eyes for a hint of what’s wrong. His knees are giving out but still he refuses to get up, remaining hunched next to you.
“Everything alright?” His elbow nudges yours.
Subtly you move your arm away, getting to your feet and turning to a partial footprint, “Finally decided you want to talk?” It was blunt.
Thinking about bsf!Dexter furrowing his brows, forehead riddled in bewilderment at your unexpected coldness, (like the shoulder shove wasn’t a warning.) Tilting his head, neck craning to look at you, lips parted in utter confusion, “Talk about what?”
“That night…”
Thinking about bsf!Dexter slamming your body down, mattress recoiling as your back hits it. His shirt is ripped off, pulled aggressively over his head before he puts a knee on the bed, body towering over yours. Once consent is exchanged clothes come off in frenzied segments, his mouth everywhere, tongue travelling down your neck, to your nipples, to your cunt.
Thinking about bsf!Dexter fumbling to undo his belt. You offer assistance, freeing his pants and then his cock and within minutes he’s inside, stroking your walls with ease. He fucks you hard and fast, only slowing once you clench, thrusts deepening until your shaking and he’s spilling inside with a gasp.
“Oh,” he pauses, words falling short.
“We hook up and then you don’t even call. Dexter, you’re my best friend and I thought-“ You cut yourself off, swallowing the excess of saliva that had suddenly pooled. Shaking your head, you shrug it off, “I just thought that maybe,” another bout of saliva gathers and you clear your throat, “that maybe-"
Thinking about bsf!Dexter watching as suddenly you whip around, feet making a straight path for the front door. You rush out, mask being ripped off and tossed to the grass. Eyes instantly snap in your direction, Deb shooting a concerned look but it quickly turns to an irritated one once the contents of your stomach reappear.
The smirk on Masuka’s face spreads before he can stop it, “That’s the fourth time this week. Sure you don’t want me to take your place entirely?”
Thinking about bsf!Dexter hurrying out after you, instincts telling him to rub your back, get some water but he’s interrupted, Deb having other plans. “Masuka, just get in there and do your job.” She sighs, gesturing for an explanation. “Dexter, can we talk?”
Thinking about bsf!Dexter abandoning his idea of comfort, trudging over to his sister with a grimace. He braces himself for the scolding, eyes leaving your hunched state when they’re forced to meet his sister’s.
“Tell Y/N to get a grip on her stomach. She can‘t keep pulling this shit every time there’s a dead body.”
“I think she just ate something bad.”
“And it’s lasting the whole week?” Exasperation was staring him right in the eye. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on between you two but can you just get her to see a doctor or something- I don’t know, you’re her friend Dexter.”
Thinking about bsf!Dexter letting out a huff of frustrated air through his nose, boots plodding over to you. His hand slips into yours naturally, leaving you no time to protest as you are led away by him. He doesn’t stop until you’re pulled aside behind the dumpster.
“You know,” You struggle to speak through the lurking retch pestering your throat, “the smell here doesn’t make it any better.”
“Listen, just pull your weight more. Deb needs everybody on the same level.”
Thinking about bsf!Dexter waiting for any sign you agree, however instead of a nod, your face wrinkles in instant annoyance. “Is this because we’re going through a dry patch? Are you trying to get back at me?”
“What? Deb sai-“
You give him no time to argue, cutting him off sharply, “I tried calling you, I’ve been trying to tell you something important for weeks but anytime you pick up, there’s always an excuse, Dexter.”
Thinking about bsf!Dexter standing there, face a blank canvas whilst you continue to rant and you’re unzipping the hazmat suit for air, face a hot mess. There’s a thick lump clogging your throat and your cheeks flame further in embarrassment, orbs ducking as they teeter on the brink of tears. You don’t know why the first sob breaks, maybe because you’re terrified of losing this bond with him, but it does and your cries can’t be held back.
Thinking about bsf!Dexter freezing up, staring at the ground and then at you, frown pulled in uncertainty. “Why are you crying?” He asks with a shrug, “I sent you an email.”
“Dexter,” you sniffle, “I’m pregnant..”
~
A/N: cliffhanger, sorry this was bit shit, i got so irritated when i was writing this and the graphic is pmo </3
Декстер: Воскрешение (Dexter: Resurrection, 2025)
Поставил точку в просмотре Декстера. Хотя, может быть, запятую. Учитывая, что обещают новый сезон Воскрешения. И что я, спустя столько лет, все же вернулся к Дестеру, вероятно я продолжу жевать эту жвачку со вкусом полиэтиленовой пленки.
Мне понравилось Воскрешение. Также, как Новая кровь, Первородный грех и оригинальный сериал. В общем и целом я был близок к тому, чтобы начать читать первоисточник в виде книг. Но все же нашел в себе силы притормозить. Потому что с одной стороны мне нравится сериал. С другой - мне не нравится наблюдать за миром, который я вижу в этом сериале.
В процессе просмотра не мог отделаться от мыслей насколько разрушительно присутствие Декстера в жизни Гаррисона. Понятно, что жизнь не совсем черно-белая. И во многом Декстер именно про это. Но, возможно, это как раз одна из тех вещей, от которых я устал. Бесконечные оттенки серого и бесконечные попытки в этой серости разглядеть что-то хорошее или, по-настоящему, плохое. И когда взгляд цепляется за хорошее, то это не приносит радости, а лишь порождает ряд вопросов о причинах хороших поступков. И о том, что эти причины не всегда также хороши, как сами поступки.
При всей моей любви к Дестеру, он каждый раз оставляет у меня какой-то неприятный осадок после просмотра. Словно мной, как зрителем, в очередной раз манипулировали и заставили сопереживать серийному убийце. Буду ждать новый сезон, чтобы снова ворчать и жаловаться :)
I have said it before and I will say it a million times more.
There is not NEARLY enough talk about how badly Harry groomed and abused Dexter.
