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two month anniversary of this post

*knock on wood*

guys, the writer's block isn't bad for once and i have a bunch of free time

i'm actually working on part two of 'Hunger' !!

you might actually get this fic finally after 3 months🫣

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*knock on wood*

guys, the writer's block isn't bad for once and i have a bunch of free time

i'm actually working on part two of 'Hunger' !!

you might actually get this fic finally after 3 months🫣

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sorry :(

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just came up on the scene that is my pfp and i'm going feral

i love dexter sm omg

(also, so sorry i haven't uploaded the second part to that fic. life has been so, so hectic lately! it will be soon!!)

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Hunger (pt. 1)

Dexter x Reader (afab reader, but no pronouns are used. originally a self-insert, so they're technically transmasc lol)

Set halfway in s1e1 (reader takes Rita's place)

Warnings: all warnings involved in Dexter (murder, blood, crime scenes). eventual smut and Dexter's obvious kink with the ice-truck killer's technique. (most will be involved in part 2)

You enjoy sitting here, in the car, listening to your boyfriend talk. Some might find a conversation about crime and murder off-putting, but the way Dexter speaks makes it quite enticing. He seems confused and mystified, with a hint of excitement. You ask if he thinks they can catch the killer.

"I doubt it." Dexter has the shadow of a smirk on his face, "The killer is an artist." He seems so full of admiration. You want to understand why.

"What do you mean, Dex?" He looks at you, trying to find the right way to articulate his point.

"His technique," Dexter takes his hand and begins to make a saw motion against your thigh. "..is incredible." The end of his sentence comes out breathy as he moves his hand up, gripping your inner thigh. This catches you completely by surprise. You lock eyes and can see he is enraptured in his own fantasy. It takes a moment, but he pulls his hand away, as if he's been stung. You're frozen, mind reeling with so many different thoughts. It takes another second before you can get any words out.

"Dex, wait.." You aren't sure how to admit how you feel right now. You expected to be uncomfortable, to want to say no, anything except for what you actually feel. For some reason, a tingly feeling courses through your body. The way Dexter had been speaking, the look in his eyes, how he grabbed you. All of these things combine to ignite this feeling. You want him.

You take Dexter's hand into both of your own. You can tell he is trying to puzzle out exactly what you're thinking. You need to say something. "Dex.. I'm not.. I didn't.." You shake your head to clear your mind. "Let me start over. You caught me by surprise, but I'm actually not uninterested. Really.. I kind of liked it."

You pause for a moment, but jump to say more before Dexter even gets a chance. "Would you.. want to come inside with me?" You look at him, hopeful for the possibilities ahead of you. Luckily, he nods and gives you a resounding yes. You both rush out of the car and you take his hand to lead him into your house.

You rush inside and, as soon as you've both slipped your shoes off, you drag him to the couch. You're quick to pull him in for a kiss, hands wandering from his shoulders to his waist. In a swift movement, you make the sudden decision to pull yourself into his lap. Dexter lets out a soft gasp at the brush of friction and you smile into the kiss. His hands wander down your waist and land at the end of your skirt, just brushing your thighs. You want more, but the couch isn't exactly the place for this. It seems that he reads your mind.

"Why don't we go to your bedroom?"