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[mattsturniolosmuse]

You're Like Me

Young Dexter Morgan x Reader

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.

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Hannibal finds that deep online, there is a group of people who either want to eat or want to be eaten. he is skeptical, but after scouting the chat-rooms, he decides to check it out. Not knowing that it was in actuality a foreplay forum; he messages and gets to know a man under the username of "ravenstagsweep." After they get to know each other for a few weeks, the other man takes a step, and offers to be Hannibal's 'meal.' Both interested and perturbed, Hannibal does not reply until the next day; offering to meet at a public place first.

Both in agreement, they decide to meet at the cafe in town. It was a quiet cafe, and they could meet without causing a fuss in the public. When Hannibal arrived, he sat at the seat closest to the front door, keeping his eyes open for his soon-to-be cannibal partner. After waiting for ten minutes, a man with dark hair and glasses sits in front of him. "You're thedarkpassenger right? Username's a little quirky don't you think?"

Hannibal eyed the man in front of him and smiled. "Yes, that would be me. Can I assume that you're ravenstagsweep?"

"Yep, but now that that's out of the way, my real name is Will. This is probably gonna be a one-night swing, so let's not worry over the details too much."

Confused, but not overly concerned, he stood up and paid his bill for the tea he ordered. "My name is Hannibal, care to take this elsewhere, we have matters to discuss."

Intrigued by the finely dressed man, Will stood up, gathering his phone and coat. They both made their way outside. After walking for a short period of time, they walked up to a sizable house, "Why is it always you rich guys?"

Hannibal looked over his shoulder to the man behind him, "I beg your pardon?"

Will moved his left hand up, others scratching the back of his neck, "I mean no offense, but it's always the rich guys with the weird fetishes."

Hannibal turned his face up toward the man's comment, but said nothing. "Please, come in." Will walked past Hannibal, looking at the decor, and whistled. "You've got quite a house here, what's your job? Oh yeah, we weren't gonna get all private, I forgot."

"I don't mind at all, I'm a licensed psychiatrist, working in town."

Will hummed in response, "So, where's your room? We can get started now if you'd like." "In the basement, we can go there now," Hannibal replied as he began his descent down the stairs.The basement was dark and full of different equipment, sizable counters, and a metal stand in the center of the room. "Wow, you're really into it. These props look pretty real." Hannibal gave him a smile, picking up a scalpel, "These are not props, my dear Will."

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[mattsturniolosmuse]

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[animapersa1-blog]

After hearing many mentions of Dexter, I had to write this...

I can easily relate to Dexter Morgan because in many ways we are alike. Something from our childhoods has made us into what we are today, both born into blood… he from the death of his mother when he was 3, myself from the death of a little girl when I was not much older. We both hide behind a mask, trying to conceal who we truly are to those around us, and we are for the most part, successful. We are both emotionally divorced from the rest of humanity, questioning our own and our connection to it. We are empty inside, and any emotional responses are a means to blend in and to perfect our disguise.  Solitude by preference and unfeeling, we do have at least one person that if we could feel something, it would be for them. We both live by a set of morale codes, but similar to a childlike curiosity, we explore the beliefs of others, curious to see if there is more to it. In the end we usually find reasons to strike down any arguments raised, finding no credibility. And finally, we both have our inner voices… but that is also where we are different and the similarities end.   

Dexter has homicidal urges which are directed by what he calls his “Dark Passenger”. When it can no longer be ignored he allows it to drive in order to pacify these cravings, spilling the blood of those who deserve to be released by his blade once judgement is passed. Life taken, his passenger is then sedated and he can easily retreat back into the façade he has created, until the next time it arises and the process is then repeated. He finds it much easier to give in than to resist, which he has learned from trial and failure. He has decided to embrace his dark passenger.

I do not have homicidal tendencies, but I do have an urge to which is directed by what I refer to as my “Dark Passenger”. When the urges are strong I, differing from Dexter, do not allow it to drive, quite the opposite actually. I attempt to fight it with everything that is in me. I do not want to give into my impulses, but its perseverance is unrelenting and with its strength and manipulation it has been able to paralyze me into submission.  My passenger has almost succeeded in its goal to terminate, several times, but my saving grace has been by mere accidental interference. It never fully recedes, but it can be calmed until the next time it is unwantedly roused. Sometimes it is just easier to give in rather than fight its persistence, which I have learned from trial and failure. But as long as there is still breath in me, I will continue to rebel.

So in conclusion we all have our dark passengers, taking on many different forms and levels of severity. Sometimes it’s embraced, sometimes fought, and even sometimes it is a love / hate relationship. There are some of us that try to ignore it, and that can go either way. It just goes to show that we can be shaped by our experiences, and what we chose to do with that ultimately is left for us to decide. And yes, I chose a fictional character in my favourite show to do a comparison, but being the way that I am, that is all I had to work with.