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NEW CHAPTER SOON (tonight tonight!)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊: 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; Standing in the church’s shadows, feels an undeniable presence and a pull toward something darker. With a single step, he leaves his past behind, bracing for what lies ahead.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (855 words) Psychological manipulation, Coercive behavior, intense psychological tension.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs | ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

Dexter was rarely one for superstition. Churches, abandoned or otherwise, didn’t faze him. But tonight, standing before the crumbling, gothic structure on the outskirts of Miami, he couldn’t ignore the feeling creeping up his spine. The air was heavy with age and silence, and the once-magnificent arches now loomed like a dark sentinels above him, casting deep, endless shadows.

A note, written by you in scrawling ink as black as midnight, was tucked into the windshield wiper of his car. One word: Sanctuary. It had felt like a dare. And now here he was, searching for the answers you had promised him. Stepping inside, he was met with an overwhelming stillness. The remnants of pews were scattered in disarray, wooden fragments catching the dim moonlight through stained glass. The place smelled of damp stone and forgotten memories.

“Dexter,” your voice drifted to him from somewhere deep within the shadows, barely a whisper yet unmistakable to his ears.

He followed the sound, his footsteps echoing against the worn floors, each step resonating with a sense of anticipation he couldn’t shake. He saw you, standing near what once night have been the altar, framed by the dim light filtering through the windows. You looked beautiful here, almost like an apparition, perfectly at home in this place of darkness and decay.

“So you came,” you murmured, your voice carrying a subtle reverent tone.

“Your invitation was… hard to ignore,” Dexter replied, his voice steady, though his mind raced. “What is this place?”

“A sanctuary,” you said softly, your eyes drifting across the decaying church you called home. “A place for those who don’t quite belong anywhere else.“ You held his gaze, your expression unreadable. “People like us.”

Your eyes locking intimately with his, your words wrapping around him like an unseen thread pulling him closer. He had never longed for a place to fit in–until now, he hadn’t thought he needed one. But there you were, holding the answers he hadn’t even known he was seeking.

He didn’t ask any questions this time. Maybe because the answers didn’t matter–or because he already knew.

You stepped forward, your presence steady, unbothered by the silence stretching between you. “You didn’t come here because you couldn’t stay where you were.”

Your words hit like a fault line splitting open. No comfort, no soft edges. Just cold truth, raw and unavoidable.

“You left pieces of yourself behind,” you continued, voice quiet, like you were speaking directly to the parts he had thought he had buried. “Not because you wanted to, but because you needed to, because they didn’t fit anymore. The people, the places– they were anchors disguised as roots. And you can’t grow when you’re chained to the ground.”

His jaw tightened, a flicker of defiance—or maybe grief—passing through him. But he didn’t look away.

You stepped closer, your fingers brushing his arm, light as breath but sharp enough to draw something out of him he wasn’t ready to name. “It’s not the leaving that haunts you. It’s the echo of what stayed behind .”

The emotions washed over him like ash—weightless, but impossible to shake off. For the first time, he didn’t feel the urge to hide, to deflect, or pretend.

“And what do you want from me?” he asked, his voice rough, brittle at the edges.

Your smile was small, but your eyes held something darker. “To show you that what you leave behind doesn’t define you. To teach you how to love without the ghost of it trailing after you. We could change everything together—not by holding on, but by burning it down.”

Something inside him switched, dark and electric, like a door unlocking in a room he’d shut long ago.

“But,” you added, your voice a piercing blade, “there is a price. If you step further into this world, there’s no turning back.”

Dexter breathed in your warning, but the thrill of the unknown drowned out any fear. You were offering him a key to something he had never allowed himself to consider, a purpose that went beyond his code, a path to explore without limits.

“I am not one to turn back,” he replied, voice firm, matching your intensity.

“Good,” you whispered, your gaze deepening. “Because the real initiation begins now.”

You turned, moving towards the shadows that stretched beyond the altar. Dexter followed you, his heartbeat thudding in his chest, feeling as though he were crossing an invisible threshold. As you stepped deeper into the abandoned sanctuary, he felt the air grow colder, thick with secrets and intentions he couldn’t yet grasp.

And for the first time in years, Dexter Morgan felt a thrill like a blade to the ribs—faith, not in salvation, but in a darkness so absolute it felt holy. In the shadows of the church he was no longer alone. A presence lingered in the stillness, just out of sight, but distinct. His body seemed to recognise it before his mind did.

The heaviness of everything he was leaving behind —the life, the lies, the mask—felt distant now, like a fading echo.

A slow breath. Then another step. Deeper into the darkness.

do not repost/duplicate on other sites. © polydeuces 2024/25.

taglist; @delsbtch @crustaceanwitch @stre3tleopard | taglist open for updates on this story—just let me know if you’d like your name added !

important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not of my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show and the writers involved. thank you.

[polydeuces]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊: 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; Standing in the church’s shadows, feels an undeniable presence and a pull toward something darker. With a single step, he leaves his past behind, bracing for what lies ahead.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (855 words) Psychological manipulation, Coercive behavior, intense psychological tension.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs | ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

Dexter was rarely one for superstition. Churches, abandoned or otherwise, didn’t faze him. But tonight, standing before the crumbling, gothic structure on the outskirts of Miami, he couldn’t ignore the feeling creeping up his spine. The air was heavy with age and silence, and the once-magnificent arches now loomed like a dark sentinels above him, casting deep, endless shadows.

A note, written by you in scrawling ink as black as midnight, was tucked into the windshield wiper of his car. One word: Sanctuary. It had felt like a dare. And now here he was, searching for the answers you had promised him. Stepping inside, he was met with an overwhelming stillness. The remnants of pews were scattered in disarray, wooden fragments catching the dim moonlight through stained glass. The place smelled of damp stone and forgotten memories.

“Dexter,” your voice drifted to him from somewhere deep within the shadows, barely a whisper yet unmistakable to his ears.

He followed the sound, his footsteps echoing against the worn floors, each step resonating with a sense of anticipation he couldn’t shake. He saw you, standing near what once night have been the altar, framed by the dim light filtering through the windows. You looked beautiful here, almost like an apparition, perfectly at home in this place of darkness and decay.

“So you came,” you murmured, your voice carrying a subtle reverent tone.

“Your invitation was… hard to ignore,” Dexter replied, his voice steady, though his mind raced. “What is this place?”

“A sanctuary,” you said softly, your eyes drifting across the decaying church you called home. “A place for those who don’t quite belong anywhere else.“ You held his gaze, your expression unreadable. “People like us.”

Your eyes locking intimately with his, your words wrapping around him like an unseen thread pulling him closer. He had never longed for a place to fit in–until now, he hadn’t thought he needed one. But there you were, holding the answers he hadn’t even known he was seeking.

He didn’t ask any questions this time. Maybe because the answers didn’t matter–or because he already knew.

You stepped forward, your presence steady, unbothered by the silence stretching between you. “You didn’t come here because you couldn’t stay where you were.”

Your words hit like a fault line splitting open. No comfort, no soft edges. Just cold truth, raw and unavoidable.

“You left pieces of yourself behind,” you continued, voice quiet, like you were speaking directly to the parts he had thought he had buried. “Not because you wanted to, but because you needed to, because they didn’t fit anymore. The people, the places– they were anchors disguised as roots. And you can’t grow when you’re chained to the ground.”

His jaw tightened, a flicker of defiance—or maybe grief—passing through him. But he didn’t look away.

You stepped closer, your fingers brushing his arm, light as breath but sharp enough to draw something out of him he wasn’t ready to name. “It’s not the leaving that haunts you. It’s the echo of what stayed behind .”

The emotions washed over him like ash—weightless, but impossible to shake off. For the first time, he didn’t feel the urge to hide, to deflect, or pretend.

“And what do you want from me?” he asked, his voice rough, brittle at the edges.

Your smile was small, but your eyes held something darker. “To show you that what you leave behind doesn’t define you. To teach you how to love without the ghost of it trailing after you. We could change everything together—not by holding on, but by burning it down.”

Something inside him switched, dark and electric, like a door unlocking in a room he’d shut long ago.

“But,” you added, your voice a piercing blade, “there is a price. If you step further into this world, there’s no turning back.”

Dexter breathed in your warning, but the thrill of the unknown drowned out any fear. You were offering him a key to something he had never allowed himself to consider, a purpose that went beyond his code, a path to explore without limits.

“I am not one to turn back,” he replied, voice firm, matching your intensity.

“Good,” you whispered, your gaze deepening. “Because the real initiation begins now.”

You turned, moving towards the shadows that stretched beyond the altar. Dexter followed you, his heartbeat thudding in his chest, feeling as though he were crossing an invisible threshold. As you stepped deeper into the abandoned sanctuary, he felt the air grow colder, thick with secrets and intentions he couldn’t yet grasp.

And for the first time in years, Dexter Morgan felt a thrill like a blade to the ribs—faith, not in salvation, but in a darkness so absolute it felt holy. In the shadows of the church he was no longer alone. A presence lingered in the stillness, just out of sight, but distinct. His body seemed to recognise it before his mind did.

The heaviness of everything he was leaving behind —the life, the lies, the mask—felt distant now, like a fading echo.

A slow breath. Then another step. Deeper into the darkness.

do not repost/duplicate on other sites. © polydeuces 2024/25.

taglist; @delsbtch @crustaceanwitch @stre3tleopard | taglist open for updates on this story—just let me know if you’d like your name added !

important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not of my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show and the writers involved. thank you.

[polydeuces]

happy new year!

are we ready for a new chapter of ybimv ??

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔: 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖘𝖘

𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; As the city’s shadows seems to conspire around him, you reappear, offering answers and something far more dangerous: understanding. Faced with your presence, Dexter begins to question if he can keep pretending.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (921 words) Themes of psychological manipulation, morally gray dynamics, and tension. Includes mentions of stalking and emotional vulnerability.

𝔞 / 𝔫 ; thank you so much for the immense support and encouragement on this story. it means the world to me, keep up the comments and notes !! you keep me inspired. seriously.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs | ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

The days following his encounter with you were a haze for Dexter. He replayed your conversation over and over, your twisted words echoing in his mind, daring him to go further, to step deeper into a world he didn’t yet understand. You had promised answers, hinted at something he both craved and feared. He wasn’t used to this—the pull of another person, the feeling that someone could see right through him.

Late one night, he found himself back in the same place he had first met you. His instincts told him this was a mistake, brag he was letting himself be led into a trap. And yet, the part of him that longed for understanding kept him rooted to the path, moving forward through Miami’s shadowed streets.

The city seemed quieter than usual, almost holding its breath. Every sound felt amplified: his footsteps against the pavement, the faint hum of streetlights, the distant siren waiting as a he passed through silent alleyways. Then, almost as if by fate, he saw you again, leaning against the side of a crumbling brick building, arms crossed, waiting for him.

“Back so soon?” you asked, lips curling into that enigmatic smile.

“I am here for answers,” Dexter replied, feeling a chill run down his spine. “Who are you, really?” And what do you know about me?”

You turned to face him, your gaze steady, piercing. “My name is not important. And as for what I know.. I am a collector of secrets, Dexter.”

Your words cut through the night, mysterious yet tantalizing, he found himself unwillingly drawn closer. “Why would you seek me out?”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him. “Because you and I are alike. We both see the world for what it is—a place that needs us, people who can do what others refuse to do. I knew the moment I saw you that we were connected.”

A feeling of wariness consumed Dexter, “Connected how?” he asked. There was something dangerous about her, something he couldn’t ignore.

“I have dedicated my entire life to uncovering the potential in people. There are those who hide in the shadows and those who embrace them.” you continue. “You, Dexter, were born to embrace them,” your voice barely a whisper, as if letting him in of a secret.

He narrowed his eyes, figuring the pull of your words. “You think I’d join some cult of yours?”

You smiled with an all knowing expression. “I’m not asking you to join, I’m simply offering you a glimpse into something larger. A place where you are understood, where your urges are celebrated.”

For the first time, Dexter felt himself falter. What you said stirred something inside him—a curiosity mixed with the undeniable desire to finally be seen. His life has been an endless game of hiding in plain sight, of pretending to fit in a world where he didn’t belong. Now, here you were offering him something different, something that hinted at freedom.

“Why do you want me?” Dexter’s voice was quiet, almost vulnerable.

“That I have told this once before, I know who you really are, Dexter.” you say, soft yet sharp enough to draw blood. You reach out, your fingers barely brushing his shoulder, a tough as light as a whisper, both cold and electric, sparking something he can’t name. “And because I can show you what you’re truly capable of. The others, they have found freedom. They’re waiting waiting for you”

His breath shudders, his composure cracking. He’s a man who’s spent his life pretending, wearing masks that no longer fit. You see it, the flicker in his eyes, the pull of curiosity warring with the instinct to turn and walk away. He doesn’t know yet if he’s afraid of you, if he’s afraid of how much he wants to listen.

You step back, slowly, deliberately. The sound of your boots on the pavement fills the air, each step like a ticking clock counting down to the moment he’ll have to choose. His silence tells you everything. He won’t follow you—not now. That’s fine. They never do, at first.

“You’ll know where to find me when you’re ready,” you say, stopping just at the edge of the shadows. You glance back at him, holding his gaze for a beat longer than necessary. His face is a mask, but you see through it. You see the hunger there, buried deep but unmistakable. “But don’t take too long. The darkness doesn’t wait forever.”

With that, you step into the night, letting it shallow you whole. The shadows close around you like a shroud, but you don’t need to look back to know he’s still standing there, staring after you. You can feel it, the weight of his gaze, the tension in his body as he wrestles with himself. You can what’s coming. The seed has been planted, and it’s only a matter of time before it grows into something he can’t control.

You’ve seen men like Dexter before. They all think they’re unique, that their darkness is different, special. And maybe it is. But it always leads them to the same place. Sooner or later, he’ll come. And when he does. he’ll wonder if he ever really had a choice at all.

As you disappear into the shadows, Dexter is left alone, staring into the darkness with a feeling he hadn’t experienced in years: anticipation.

do not repost/duplicate on other sites. © polydeuces 2024.

taglist; @delsbtch @crustaceanwitch @stre3tleopard | taglist open for updates on this story—just let me know if you���d like your name added !

important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not of my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show and the writers involved. thank you.

[polydeuces]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔: 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖘𝖘

𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; As the city’s shadows seems to conspire around him, you reappear, offering answers and something far more dangerous: understanding. Faced with your presence, Dexter begins to question if he can keep pretending.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (921 words) Themes of psychological manipulation, morally gray dynamics, and tension. Includes mentions of stalking and emotional vulnerability.

𝔞 / 𝔫 ; thank you so much for the immense support and encouragement on this story. it means the world to me, keep up the comments and notes !! you keep me inspired. seriously.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs | ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

The days following his encounter with you were a haze for Dexter. He replayed your conversation over and over, your twisted words echoing in his mind, daring him to go further, to step deeper into a world he didn’t yet understand. You had promised answers, hinted at something he both craved and feared. He wasn’t used to this—the pull of another person, the feeling that someone could see right through him.

Late one night, he found himself back in the same place he had first met you. His instincts told him this was a mistake, brag he was letting himself be led into a trap. And yet, the part of him that longed for understanding kept him rooted to the path, moving forward through Miami’s shadowed streets.

The city seemed quieter than usual, almost holding its breath. Every sound felt amplified: his footsteps against the pavement, the faint hum of streetlights, the distant siren waiting as a he passed through silent alleyways. Then, almost as if by fate, he saw you again, leaning against the side of a crumbling brick building, arms crossed, waiting for him.

“Back so soon?” you asked, lips curling into that enigmatic smile.

“I am here for answers,” Dexter replied, feeling a chill run down his spine. “Who are you, really?” And what do you know about me?”

You turned to face him, your gaze steady, piercing. “My name is not important. And as for what I know.. I am a collector of secrets, Dexter.”

Your words cut through the night, mysterious yet tantalizing, he found himself unwillingly drawn closer. “Why would you seek me out?”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him. “Because you and I are alike. We both see the world for what it is—a place that needs us, people who can do what others refuse to do. I knew the moment I saw you that we were connected.”

A feeling of wariness consumed Dexter, “Connected how?” he asked. There was something dangerous about her, something he couldn’t ignore.

“I have dedicated my entire life to uncovering the potential in people. There are those who hide in the shadows and those who embrace them.” you continue. “You, Dexter, were born to embrace them,” your voice barely a whisper, as if letting him in of a secret.

He narrowed his eyes, figuring the pull of your words. “You think I’d join some cult of yours?”

You smiled with an all knowing expression. “I’m not asking you to join, I’m simply offering you a glimpse into something larger. A place where you are understood, where your urges are celebrated.”

For the first time, Dexter felt himself falter. What you said stirred something inside him—a curiosity mixed with the undeniable desire to finally be seen. His life has been an endless game of hiding in plain sight, of pretending to fit in a world where he didn’t belong. Now, here you were offering him something different, something that hinted at freedom.

“Why do you want me?” Dexter’s voice was quiet, almost vulnerable.

“That I have told this once before, I know who you really are, Dexter.” you say, soft yet sharp enough to draw blood. You reach out, your fingers barely brushing his shoulder, a tough as light as a whisper, both cold and electric, sparking something he can’t name. “And because I can show you what you’re truly capable of. The others, they have found freedom. They’re waiting waiting for you”

His breath shudders, his composure cracking. He’s a man who’s spent his life pretending, wearing masks that no longer fit. You see it, the flicker in his eyes, the pull of curiosity warring with the instinct to turn and walk away. He doesn’t know yet if he’s afraid of you, if he’s afraid of how much he wants to listen.

You step back, slowly, deliberately. The sound of your boots on the pavement fills the air, each step like a ticking clock counting down to the moment he’ll have to choose. His silence tells you everything. He won’t follow you—not now. That’s fine. They never do, at first.

“You’ll know where to find me when you’re ready,” you say, stopping just at the edge of the shadows. You glance back at him, holding his gaze for a beat longer than necessary. His face is a mask, but you see through it. You see the hunger there, buried deep but unmistakable. “But don’t take too long. The darkness doesn’t wait forever.”

With that, you step into the night, letting it shallow you whole. The shadows close around you like a shroud, but you don’t need to look back to know he’s still standing there, staring after you. You can feel it, the weight of his gaze, the tension in his body as he wrestles with himself. You can what’s coming. The seed has been planted, and it’s only a matter of time before it grows into something he can’t control.

You’ve seen men like Dexter before. They all think they’re unique, that their darkness is different, special. And maybe it is. But it always leads them to the same place. Sooner or later, he’ll come. And when he does. he’ll wonder if he ever really had a choice at all.

As you disappear into the shadows, Dexter is left alone, staring into the darkness with a feeling he hadn’t experienced in years: anticipation.

do not repost/duplicate on other sites. © polydeuces 2024.

taglist; @delsbtch @crustaceanwitch @stre3tleopard | taglist open for updates on this story—just let me know if you’d like your name added !

important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not of my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show and the writers involved. thank you.

[polydeuces]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; After weeks of silent observation, you finally step into Dexter Morgan’s world, confronting him in a dim alley with the knowledge of his darkest secrets. Drawn to your cryptic words and unnerving calm, Dexter is left with the choice; uncover the first traces of a deeper and more dangerous connection or lead the life he has been for years.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (833 words) Themes of stalking, manipulation, morally gray dynamics, psychological tension, and mentions of violence.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

He felt restless, a sense of anticipation swirling beneath him. It was then that he spotted you— standing at the edge of the alley, how had he not seen you before? He’s usually very aware of his surroundings. Your silhouette was sharp against the dim glow of a street lamp. There was something undeniably captivating about you, an energy that pulled him in like gravity. He hesitated took a step closer.

“Dexter Morgan,” you said, your voice low and velvety, as if you had been waiting for him. The sound sent a shiver down his spine.

“How do you know my name?” he asked, the question spilling from his lips before he could stop it.

Your lips curled into a knowing smile. “I know far more than just your name.”

He felt his heartbeat quicken, the sudden rush of adrenaline igniting his instincts. Who was this woman? Why did she feel so.. familiar? “What is it you want?” he asked, his tone laced with caution.

“I know the real you and I want to help you understand,” You replied, stepping into the light. The glow illuminating your features— striking eyes, an intensity that felt almost magnetic. “You have urges, Dexter. Dark ones. I know what it feels like to wrestle with them.”

He felt is composure slip. No one spoke of his urges, not in the way you did. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Don’t I?” you countered, taking a step closer to him. “You hunt those who deserve it. You’ve chosen a path, and it is a path that many have traveled before you.”

“Who are you?” he demanded, trying to regain control of the conversation.

“Someone who has been exactly where you are,” you replied. He felt as though your gaze would pierce straight through him. “And someone who can lead you to others like you, if you’re willing to follow.”

Dexter hesitated, a flicker of intrigue battling against the instinctual wariness that had kept him alive all these years. You were unlike anyone he had encountered. She was unlike anyone he had encountered, sure Lila and Lumen had their own allure to them. But you were a riddle wrapped in shadows, and the thought of uncovering more about you, about this connection, was too tempting too resist.

“What do you mean, ‘others like me’? he pressed, squinting his eyes slightly.

“There’s a community,” you revealed, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.“They embrace the darkness, turn it into something powerful. You can help them use that power to perfect their craft, and they can show you how to embrace your true self without guilt.”

His breath caught in his throat as you spoke. Your words echoing in his mind as he tried to decode it all, there was a strange allure in your tone. “What’s in it for you?”

Your expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features. “Understanding and liberation,” you said simply. “You have the potential to more than just a monster, Dexter. You could become a force, a leader of your own.”

The weight of her words pressed down on him, igniting a fire of both fear and fascination. He had prided himself of his code and only ever working alone, never sharing his work with others, not completely. Yet he felt the pull of your promise tugging at him, until his cautionary voice screamed at him that this was a dangerous game.

“Why should I trust you?” he challenged? thought his resolve was already weakening.

“Because I am just like you,” you replied, stepping ever closer, the air thickening with tension. “And because I know you’re not as alone as you might feel you are.”

The darkness inside Dexter whispered that he could have finally someone who understood the weight of his secret life, but he was torn between skepticism and a deep need to belong. He inhaled deeply, his thoughts whirling with potential.

“Where do I find you?” he asked, the words escaping him almost against his will.

“You’re smart, Dexter, keep an eye out for the unfamiliar hiding within the familiar.” You said, your voice a sultry promise. “I will be waiting for you. Just as I have been.”

With that, you turned and vanished into the depths of the night, leaving him standing alone, grappling with the unsettling knowledge that he had encountered someone—an enigma who reminded him of himself. That scared him more than anything before. As he took a step back into the fray of the city, a new darkness unfurled within him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going on a journey that would change everything.

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taglist; @delsbtch @crustaceanwitch @stre3tleopard | taglist open for updates on this story—just let me know if you’d like your name added !

important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not of my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show and the writers involved. thank you.

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heyy i was just wondering how your dexter fic is going it is so good i can’t wait!!

hiii !! chapter one should be out in a few hours, if not tonight !! <3

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how do we like it?

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; You linger in Dexter Morgan’s shadows, close enough to feel the darkness he hides so well. You know his secrets, his rituals, the thrill he keeps hidden from the world. Silently, you wait for that perfect moment to step into his path—so he can finally see that he’s been hunted all along.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (688words) mentions of cults, stalking, potential violence, intrusive thoughts, and elements of psychological tension.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

He was supposed to be the predator.

You’d watched him for a year now, the man who walked through the world with an all too familiar blend of invisibility and quiet command. Dexter Morgan, a blood–spatter analyst by day and something far more dangerous by night. But those were his surface-level disguises. You’d begun to peel back the layers, unraveling the nuances of a man who navigated life in the shadows, just as you have for so many years now.

It started innocently enough—fleeting moments when you’d caught sight of him on the crowded Miami streets, merging into the sea of faces like he belonged there. But you knew better. You knew what it was to wear masks, to walk amoung people undetected, unseen and unnoticed. There was something about him, the way he looked at the world, made him all the more intriguing.

So you watched. Carefully, hidden, with a patience you’d honed over years of practice, you observed him as he slipped out of his office at night, slightly tense in his gaze, focused, distant, as if he were listening to something only he could hear. Often times, you’d follow him to the places he frequented; his home, abandoned warehouses, places where the thin line between light and darkness blurred. You learned his routines, the way he’d pull his signature black gloves onto his hands, the way his eyes would sweep across the streets with a meticulous attention to detail before stepping into his own hidden rituals.

It fascinated you.. his dance, this performance between worlds. His life was a careful balance of precision and secrecy. And then there were his victims. You’d seen him work, watched from the edges as he sized up those he deemed worthy enough. You hadn’t intervened— after all, it wasn’t about them. It was about him. You needed to understand his purpose, what drove him and what rulebook or code tethered him to this life.

You began to study his life beyond the night as well, picking up pieces of Dexter Morgan, the man, the father, the blood-spatter analyst, the widower, the mask. You’d slip into his world unnoticed, lingering at places he went during the day; you listened to his colleagues, his sister and the casual comments that painted a picture of someone, friendly, yet distant, the “nice guy” who kept to himself.

You learned his patterns, his preferences, even the small, old habits he indulged in when he thought no one was watching. You uncovered the Dexter he showed to the world, the façade that kept his true nature hidden.

But you could see it—the subtle tension in his jaw, the guarded look in his eyes that surfaced when someone got too close, the small tells of a hidden life. The knowledge inside you—the kind of intimacy that was both exhilarating and forbidden—you knew him in a way no one else did, knew him not by the lies he told, but by the silence he kept.

So, you kept waiting, biding your time. You wanted him to know that he been seen, that he wasn’t as invisible as he thought. You wanted him to understand that he was no longer the only one who lived by a code of shadows. You watched him for countless nights—slipping in and out of his world like a phantom, leaving a sense of unease that you knew would begin to gnaw at him.

Until finally, one night, you decided it was time.

do not repost/duplicate on other sites. © polydeuces 2024.

note; i have a taglist open for updates on this story—just let me know if you’d like your name added !

important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show.

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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

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Idk who needs to hear this, but the reason your fic isn't getting a lot of attention is bc it's one big block!!

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𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; You linger in Dexter Morgan’s shadows, close enough to feel the darkness he hides so well. You know his secrets, his rituals, the thrill he keeps hidden from the world. Silently, you wait for that perfect moment to step into his path—so he can finally see that he’s been hunted all along.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (688words) mentions of cults, stalking, potential violence, intrusive thoughts, and elements of psychological tension.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

He was supposed to be the predator.

You’d watched him for a year now, the man who walked through the world with an all too familiar blend of invisibility and quiet command. Dexter Morgan, a blood–spatter analyst by day and something far more dangerous by night. But those were his surface-level disguises. You’d begun to peel back the layers, unraveling the nuances of a man who navigated life in the shadows, just as you have for so many years now.

It started innocently enough—fleeting moments when you’d caught sight of him on the crowded Miami streets, merging into the sea of faces like he belonged there. But you knew better. You knew what it was to wear masks, to walk amoung people undetected, unseen and unnoticed. There was something about him, the way he looked at the world, made him all the more intriguing.

So you watched. Carefully, hidden, with a patience you’d honed over years of practice, you observed him as he slipped out of his office at night, slightly tense in his gaze, focused, distant, as if he were listening to something only he could hear. Often times, you’d follow him to the places he frequented; his home, abandoned warehouses, places where the thin line between light and darkness blurred. You learned his routines, the way he’d pull his signature black gloves onto his hands, the way his eyes would sweep across the streets with a meticulous attention to detail before stepping into his own hidden rituals.

It fascinated you.. his dance, this performance between worlds. His life was a careful balance of precision and secrecy. And then there were his victims. You’d seen him work, watched from the edges as he sized up those he deemed worthy enough. You hadn’t intervened— after all, it wasn’t about them. It was about him. You needed to understand his purpose, what drove him and what rulebook or code tethered him to this life.

You began to study his life beyond the night as well, picking up pieces of Dexter Morgan, the man, the father, the blood-spatter analyst, the widower, the mask. You’d slip into his world unnoticed, lingering at places he went during the day; you listened to his colleagues, his sister and the casual comments that painted a picture of someone, friendly, yet distant, the “nice guy” who kept to himself.

You learned his patterns, his preferences, even the small, old habits he indulged in when he thought no one was watching. You uncovered the Dexter he showed to the world, the façade that kept his true nature hidden.

But you could see it—the subtle tension in his jaw, the guarded look in his eyes that surfaced when someone got too close, the small tells of a hidden life. The knowledge inside you—the kind of intimacy that was both exhilarating and forbidden—you knew him in a way no one else did, knew him not by the lies he told, but by the silence he kept.

So, you kept waiting, biding your time. You wanted him to know that he been seen, that he wasn’t as invisible as he thought. You wanted him to understand that he was no longer the only one who lived by a code of shadows. You watched him for countless nights—slipping in and out of his world like a phantom, leaving a sense of unease that you knew would begin to gnaw at him.

Until finally, one night, you decided it was time.

do not repost/duplicate on other sites. © polydeuces 2024.

note; i have a taglist open for updates on this story—just let me know if you’d like your name added !

important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show.

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𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔙𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔰

( The Full Series Masterlist )

In “Your Blood in my Veins,” Dexter Morgan encounters a mysterious woman who claims to truly understand his darkest urges and hints at an unsettling knowledge of his secret life as a vigilante killer. Drawn to her cryptic words, he follows her into the dark and uncovers her connections to a secret cult that turns ordinary people into killers. As Dexter navigates his intense new world, he realizes he’s facing something, or someone, that may be more dangerous—and more like him—than he ever imagined. Their complex relationship challenges his perception of true evil and identity, pushing him to confront the very darkness he seeks to control.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Physiological tension , Dark Themes, Cult Activity, Mental Health Issues, Sexual Content, Violence, Blood/Gore, Death, Explicit language. (& more) !

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰: Moral Ambiguity, Identity and Self-Discovery, Power and Control, Isolation and Connection, Darkness and Redemption.

𝔅𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔬𝔫𝔢: The Whispering Darkness

A tale of first encounters, secrets, and the lure of a hidden world. The vigilante is drawn to a woman whose twisted allure reveals the shadows within himself.

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

𝔬𝔫𝔢; The Ghostly Meeting

𝔱𝔴𝔬; Into the abyss

𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢; Shadows in the Church

𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯; Her World Unveiled

𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢; The Cult of the Red Hand

𝔰𝔦𝔵; Initiation’s Echo

𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫; Her Dark Philosophy

𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱; The Warning

𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢; An Unsettling Offer

𝔱𝔢𝔫; Revelations of Darkness

𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫; Between Predator and Prey

𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢; The Choice

𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫; Last Words, Lingering Questions

( to be continued . . . )

do not repost/duplicate on other sites. © polydeuces 2024.

note; i have a taglist open for updates on this story—just let me know if you’d like your name added.

important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the dexter tv show.

gifs created by @erodingsinner

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Babe if you're just gonna ignored all requests and quit writing at least tell us. People are expecting what they ask for .

hi! didn’t quit nor “ignore” requests. truthfully, i haven’t even been on tumblr as i’ve been dealing with a loss in my life that completely collapsed any and all creative ideas. though i don’t think i need to explain myself. i’m more than happy to fulfill your request now that im more mentally stable.

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should i post the dexter fic i have or no? the fandom is dead and i need to bring air into its lungs again! it’s out of character for me but .. im desperate!

UPDATE: here’s the link to the dexter fic series masterlist !! prologue coming tonight.

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sugar daddy

pair: miles kane x fem! reader

summary : too much meme culture ft. miles kane

Your phone lights up with the soft glow of Twitter notifications in the dim room. You’re scrolling lazily, barely paying attention, when you freeze.

Miles Kane replied to your tweet.

Your heart leaps, like it’s trying to break free from your chest. There it is, right in front of you: Miles himself — the Miles Kane — has replied to your tweet, and the words he’s left? “Check your DMs.”

You stare, almost convinced the words might disappear any second. Your hands tremble just slightly as you realize what’s happening, that nervous rush of excitement blurring everything else. What did you even say in that tweet? Was it clever? Funny? You don’t even remember, and it doesn’t matter. All you know is you need to check that DM.

Your breath catches as you open your messages, anticipation coursing through you. This isn’t just any message — it’s Miles. The artist whose music has been there for you, on late-night drives, through endless replays, a soundtrack to all the days and dreams you keep close. The man you have had the biggest crush on for more than a decade.

You click into the DM, and there it is. He’s asking if you’d be up for a writing session in the studio. In the studio. With Miles Kane.

It feels surreal, like you’ve slipped into some parallel world. Your mind is racing, piecing together what this could mean, but your heart has already answered. Without hesitation, you type back a breathless, “Yes! Absolutely, I’d love to.”

You hit send, your fingers barely able to keep up with the excitement buzzing through you. It’s only after the message disappears that it really hits: you just said yes to a studio session with Miles Kane.

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a/n: SHESSS BACKKK!!

easy, breezy, beautiful, polydeuces! this one is short and dumb as hell but if you want a second longer part let me know. i’ve been off my game but im back again and totally obsessed with the tv show Dexter.. so if you see me liking and commenting on shit, no you didn’t. k love you bye! xx

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Spinning

Henry Cavill x fem! Reader

requests are open !

liked by chrisevans, henrycavill, vogue, and 4,869,945 others

@thisisy/n : #tbt Chris and Henry at the 2015 baftas! One of the best nights of my life and the best of the photographers' existences because they got to take pics of these two handsome men.

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@chrisevans : Beard twins! So fun!

⤷ @thisisy/n : I can't believe you're real.

@henryvsy/n : OH. MY. GOD.

@henrycavill : Had such a fun time that night! We did look pretty amazing, thanks for the reminder, sweetheart!

⤷ @thisisy/n : Of course, love! Twas a night to remember.

@dcfansite : the juxtaposition of chris’s comment and henry’s comment... Wow.

@vogue : We’re in love

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@roseinc : Click the link in our bio to read an exclusive Q&A we did with @thisisy/n where she answers the question, “What will you never apologize for?” and she reveals her favorite quality in @henrycavill.

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@lovely/n : Step on me please y/n

@dualipa : Cutest couple everrr

@chrisevansupdates : Came here for y/n, stayed for Henry and y/n’s relationship. <3

⤷ @hcy/n : same lmao also love that you enjoy Henry & y/n as well as Chris

@gal_gadot : Gorgeous Angel

@witchernetflix : Her favorite trait about Henry is also ours!

@thisisy/n : 🤍🐇

The profile: Y/N L/N

❝ IT'S A NEW CHAPTER IN MY LIFE. ❞

What do you do after landing a lead role as Harry Styles love interest in a Marvel movie, designing with iconic brands like Gucci, and fronting countless magazine covers?

If you’re Y/n L/n, you simply pursue the next goal—which, in this case, involves making the world smile a little more. This fall, the distinguished actress releases her first studio album inspired by locations, lovers, and memories she holds dearly in her heart. It's a busy time of life, she admits, but a deeply fulfilling one. Today, we, Roseinc, jump on the phone with y/n l/n to catch up on life.

RI: Congratulations on your most recent role as Audrey Lorraines in ‘Call Me Back.’ The film follows the enemies-to-lovers trope, starring you and Harry styles. What was it like working with Styles?

L/N: Thank you, thank you! This is my second time working with Harry, the first being a Marvel film. Harry is magnificent. Though his acting career has just begun, he shows great potential and the passion and devotion he has to each character is admirable! He has such a magnetic presence, so alluring. Not to mention his kindness. He's hilarious and good at what he does. Hopefully, I get to work with him again.

RI: Not only is harry an actor he is also a singer, has his wisdom regarding music - and the industry - helping with your process of creating this upcoming album?

L/N: [giggles] I love how you speak about his music career second to his acting, like singing is a side hobby. We never really got into deep conversations mulling over my musical endeavors. He shared with me some advice and I appreciate it, but unfortunately we didn't speak much about it.

RI: It's so incredible how unique music is to every individual and what it evokes for each person. Wouldnt you agree?

L/N: Oh, absolutely! This morning, I put on one of my favorite albums and it reminded me of my second visit to London when I first met my husband. I mean, that's what I love about music—it does create such a vivid memory. If I listen to a certain song it reminds me of a time in my life, or project I've done or being at home with my family.

RI: Thats so powerful! Shifting gears, is there a favorite career moment that stands out to you?

L/N: I mean, there are so many. There are those moments where you're like, “How is this real? This is remarkable!” One of those was working with Gucci, which is obviously huge for me and my career and led me to a place where I can do more of what I love. Right now, it's a new chapter in my life where I get to be my own boss and create my own story.

RI: I bet you get asked all the time how you create balance between your career and family life. Do you think it's possible? How do you manage everything?

L/N: It's definitely a balance. I've gotten to a point in my life where I'm super blessed to work with companies that are really flexible with me and my time. I love working—and I think that's part of it, too, that I really do love what I do. So I make it work, you know?

❝ I'VE BECOME LESS WORRIED ABOUT LOOKING PERFECT—OR BEING PERFECT. ❞

RI: How has your view of beauty shifted over time?

L/N: I’ve become less worried about looking perfect or being perfect. I’m more comfortable being myself. There's this pressure when growing up to fit this box of “perfection”, especially in this world of social media where people are able to judge you so easily—and so openly. But now, I'm happy with myself.

RI: You're so Inspiring. I’ve got some fire questions for you. What was the last thing that you said yes to?

L/N: Chris [evans] asked me if I could dogsit for him, I said yes. You can't say no to dodger.

RI: What was the last thing you said no to?

L/N: Henry, my husband, tried - and failed - to steal some of my breakfast even though he had the same thing on his plate.

RI: When was the last time you felt that you were underestimated?

L/N: Probably when I said I could do my own stunts for a film and people didn't believe I could do it, proved them wrong.

RI: What will you never apologize for?

L/N: Being myself and loving myself.

RI: Which quality do you most admire about Henry?

L/N: His sense of Humor.

RI: Yes! Love a funny man! Well, Y/n, It's been wonderful spending this time with you. Thank you for sharing some of your wisdom with us.

L/N: Of course, It's been a blast! Thank you for having me!

Be sure to check out and stream Y/N’s new album that comes out this fall! Photographs by Ashley Osborn.

[ Author’s note ] — this is the longest piece of work I've ever done! It's been soo much fun! the interview and photographs are originally by RoseInc on their interview, The Profile: Lily Aldridge. photographed by Kanya Iwana. The interview has been altered by me to fit the storyline.

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some polaroids of jeremy from vogue (x)