Some ideas for OP Dexter (and Michelle)
(Opposite Au belongs to @zleepysnails )
(Also shoutout to @jacenotjason opposite Au ideas that inspired me to do it with my fav character)
Most of these ideas aren't very developed so I'm sorry if anything sounds weird.
• From the little I've been able to find for OP Dexter one thing that everyone seems to agree on is that Dexter works at an animal shelter/ as a vet, which seems appropriate to me so I'm going to go that route too.
• One thing I don't want to change about Dexter is his needs, its something too important for his character to get rid of it, so he still has them, only now instead of killing animals, uh...
He doesn't mind killing people.
• I imagine OP Dexter loves animals. They are cute, less annoying than humans, you can train them to obey you and it is perfectly legal to put them in cages when you don't need them.
• He's even more deranged than the original Dexter, but somehow hides it better.
• Dexter also gets trapped in a doll (in this case a Sad guy instead of a Happy fella), but instead of slowly descending into madness, he enjoys his new body TOO MUCH and all the chaos he will now be able to cause without consequences.
• On a sidenote, I would like his "death" as a doll to be being torn apart by dogs or something to do with animals instead of being burned.
• Since in the series he seems to have a good relationship with his mother, I think his OP version would have a horrible relationship with her, to the point of barely speaking with each other.
• Speaking of Michelle, I don't have much of her yet but I think she would be like a mix of (canon) Ignacio and Carmen (mean rich old lady lol)
Ok, this is all for now, now that I read it again it doesn't convince me so I will be happy to hear your ideas for OP Dexter and/or Michelle.
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incredible how Dexter went from being Cute, and in some instances Nice Enough Looking, to Red-Haired Homer Simpson and the narrative still wanted us to believe it wasn't incredibly unusual how the hot women seemed to swarm around him for no discernible reason
you look at Dexter with any of his girlfriends and suddenly it's like: ah yes, the Most Beautiful Woman Alive and the Rat Man
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Hi! I saw a lot of your Spooky Month opposites au and was wondering if you happened to have more character designs? I saw one of a veterinarian dexter once that I might have seen on either yours or @/jacenotjason's blogs, but I can't find it anymore
oh yes i do!! i made a design for most of the characters but i dont have the refs because i deleted them 💔💔 (jace has the images if you wanna see them!! but theyre old and ugly so im gonna redraw them anyway)
also an opposite dexter for ya!!
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First time: Jason Todd x reader
A/N: despite the title and the gif there's nothing explicit in this story. :D :D
***
Your first time with Jason left you in tears.
Not because it was bad or rough or hurtful.
Quite the opposite it was all a girl could ask for. He was so careful, holding you like you were a glass doll that could shatter upon being treated too harsh. Touching you just the right way, kissing you just the right way, moving just the right way, hitting the g-spot perfectly at every thrust, creating the most satisfying pace without missing a beat.
Checking on your face expression over and over to know whether to stop to avoid crossing boundaries or to continue because your eyes were closed and lips open, breathing out his name. He didn't need to constanly ask the questions what to do or if something was good, the man could defnintely read the room.
Not to mention the mind blowing orgasm that left you panting and crying out his name in endless strings of syllables, cause saying one word on one breath was pretty much impossible.
And while he was expecting some compliments or praise, instead he got a sobbing, shaking mess with tears running down his girl's cheeks like a waterfall.
"Baby... princess, talk to me, did I do something wrong?"
Was I too hard?
Was that too much?
Did I read the signs wrong?
Did I hurt her?
DID I HURT HER!?
His mind was spinning and he had no idea how to behave or react. Words failed him once more upon seeing you in this state, fragile, vulnerable, laying on the side, your back to him with your knees to your chest and arms wrapped around your shaking form.
"Y/N ..." he whispered, snuggling closer to your form, slowly, hesitantly wrapping arms around your waist from behind, ready to withdraw at the slightest gesture of discomfort. Mentally preparing himself to be pushed away, yelled at, even slapped or scratched.
Nothing like that happened.
The second his calloused hands met with your sensitive, sweaty skin, you turned around and burried your face in his chest, unknowingly taking all the weight from his shoulders. Snuggling so close as if you were trying to melt into him, to dissappear.
And it was pretty obvious you felt safe therefore he couldn't have hurt you.
So what happened?
He had to know. He had to ask.
"Princess-" he started, tightening the grip on you, planting soft kisses on top of your head and brushing your hair in the most tender way he could produce (which was THE MOST).
"I'm okay-" you sniffled, the words muffled a bit due to the stuffy from crying nose. "I'm okay..."
'Then why-"
"Cause I never thought I could be loved like that." you pulled back looking deep into his eyes. "with all my imperfections, with all my insecurities and doubts and-"
"What?" he scoffed and laughed all the tension leaving him immediately, creating space for his usual bickering and teasing attitude. "You crazy, woman?! You thought I would be measuring your thighs or something?" he pinched her leg playfully causing her to squirm.
"Hey!" you puffed and shoved his arm playfully "do not use my sensitivity against me!"
"I would never." Jason grabbed you again and started ticlking mercilessly until those tears from before were replaced by giggles and smiles.
"Jason!" you cried out trying to cover yourself from the unexpected assault, rolling in the bed. "stop! stop! you said you won't-!"
"I never said a word" he retorted continuing the attack.
"You said-!"
"Nah, I won't be saying much any time soon. You, however-" he pinned you to the bed hovering over you and meeting your eyes with a smirk on his face "you'll be saying my name a lot. As long as I get those crazy thoughts about insecurities out of your head, baby."
And seriously, how could you say no to those pretty eyes, dexterous lips and curious hands?
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