Summary: You are also a serial killer, for the same reason as Dexter. You only kill people who deserve to be killed. When Dexter gets bullied, you stick up for him, starting a friendship.
Warnings: SMUT, oral male receiving, p in v, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex)
"Look! It's Dreadful Dexter!" Someone says, pointing to Dexter and laughing.
You looked over. Dexter was sitting at a picnic table, picking at his lunch. You felt bad for him. He was always a target for being picked on. He was just so much different from everybody else.
"Hey, leave him alone, won't you?" You call towards the bully. He looks at you and chuckles.
"What're you going to do about it, Miss Prissy?" He asked, crossing his arms.
You could do lots of things. Usually involving a roll of duct tape and a chainsaw.
"If only you knew." You say. He laughs and walks away, picking up a basketball off of the court.
You approach Dexter.
"Hey, Dex." You say. He smiles shyly.
"Hi. And... thanks." He says, packing up his lunch.
"No problem. Want to walk to class together?" You ask. He nods. He was in your biology class, and he was really smart. Right now, you were doing dissections, which you and him seem to be the only ones who enjoy it.
The walk to class was pretty much silent. You looked at him. His long hair was brushing over his face, and he was biting his lips.
You had to admit, he was pretty cute.
"You want to hang out after school today?" You ask to break the silence.
He shakes his head. "Sorry, I have... something to do."
You nod.
"Tomorrow after school?" He says instead. You smile and nod. You got to class, and you find your desk, and he finds his.
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You were in the forest just outside Miami, looking for some new spots to take your victims. After an hour, you had found an old shack.
Perfect. You thought to yourself.
But when you entered the front, you heard voices coming from inside. You froze.
"What about her? Remember her?" A familiar voice said.
"No- no! I swear!" Another voice said, trembling. Then it started screaming.
You went further into the shack. Layers of plastic sheet covered the walls. And then you see him.
Dexter standing over the naked body of an older man, who was duct taped to a table. A saw was slicing through the mans arm.
Dexter jumps when he sees you.
"Y/N? I-i can explain!" He says, looking at you with fear in his eyes.
You just smile.
"Dex, you're doing it wrong." You say, taking the saw from him.
"You have to cut in a smooth motion, tip to blade. It helps make a cleaner cut and takes out less blood." You say, demonstrating.
Dexter looks at you.
"You're like me." He says, lips barely parting to say the words. You nod and blush, looking down.
He takes a step closer to you, and your bodies are touching. You look up into his bright blue eyes. But they aren't bright anymore.
Soon enough his lips are on yours. You freeze, not knowing what to do or how to do it. But soon enough, you're kissing back, your hands in his hair.
Dexter tilts his head, so you do the same, the opposite way. His hands trail down your sides and rest on your waist. He squeezes gently and you gasp. Dexter takes this opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. He spins you around and pushes you against the wooden wall behind him.
"Jump." He says, his voice deep. You obey, jumping. He catches you and wraps your legs around his waist, still pushing you up against the wall.
"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby." He says, his lips moving to your neck. He leaves a few love bites across your throat and jaw. You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he pauses to lift it over his head and off of his body.
His lips attack yours again, his tongue forcing its way past your lips. You trail your hands down his stomach. He doesn't have abs, but he's still in good shape.
Dexter's hands fumble with the strings of your sweatpants. He finally gets them off, and his hand rubs circles through the fabric of your underwear. You moan slightly and throw your head back.
"W-wait, Dex." You say, looking him in the eyes.
"You ok?" He asks, suddenly scared.
"Yeah, I just want to try something first." You say. He puts you down and you push him against the wall, kneeling in front of him. You tug his jeans down along with his boxers.
"God, baby." He says as you kiss his tip, throbbing red and leaking precum. His body jerks as you take all of him in your mouth.
"Mmm..." He moans, tangling his hands in your hair. He tugs slightly, and you hum, sending vibrations down his dick. He pushes your head into him, and he hits the back of your throat, making you gag and drool.
"S-so good, baby." He whimpers. You feel him twitching, and not long after, his warm cum shoots down your throat. You stand up, wiping the excess off of your chin and kissing him. He turns you around once more, and you jump automatically. You grind into him, and he groans, hastily pulling your panties off. You unzip your sweater and reach your hands back to unbuckle your bra, still not breaking the sloppy kiss.
You are both now fully naked.
"You ready?" Dexter asks you, making eye contact. You nod, and he pushes himself into your wet folds, letting out the loudest moan yet.
You gasp at the new feeling. Sure, you've had fingers in you before, but this was different. He was a tad bit bigger than your little fingers.
"S-so tight, baby." Dexter says, pushing in and out of you, slowly getting faster in pace.
"D-dexter! Faster, please!" You moan, nails digging into his skin. He obeys, fucking you at an inhumanly pace. His face is buried in your neck, gently kissing the skin.
His lips trail down to your breasts, leaving huge hickeys all over. He lifts one nipple into his mouth, roughly kneeding the other.
"I'm s-so close, Dex." You say, cock drunk.
"Me too." Dexter responds. His pounds started getting slower and sloppier, and soon you feel his seed shoot into you. He keeps going, waiting for you to orgasm. You clench down on him. He moans sinfully.
"Come on, baby, cum all over my cock." He whispers in your ear. You release, whimpering in his ear, toes curling.
Dexter pulls out of you and places you on the floor, handing you your clothes. You guys silently dress and he pulls you in for a hug.
"I love you. I never knew I was capable feelings until I met you." He says, kissing the top of your head.
"I love you too, Dex. Now, what are we going to do with this body?" You say, gesturing towards the bloody mess on the table.
Hey chat if you have any requests for me to write, like mini nsfw/sfw fics, my anons are open. I will do basically anything. Cuz I'm kinda into everything 😭. Obviously I'm in the House MD, Dexter, Fight Club, Bullet Train, Northern Exposure and Zombieland Fandoms. Pls give me shit to write I'm so bored.
Hot take Dexter coulda been so much more normal if it wasn't for Harry. Like Harry went, "hmm this child is horribly traumatized from his mothers murder and is now exhibiting anti-social tendencies, let me tell him he needs to kill people and that he will never be normal, ya that'll help"
bro coulda just sent that kid to therapy and idk not shown him how to kill people
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