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i love brian moser holy shit i love brian moser, this was SOOOO much fun to draw

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heyyy.. heh... miguel and dexter should be doing a lot more than just kiss...

i wrote a little fic with screenshot visuals from throughout the show

rape murder necro time + detective deb :)

they get into a comfortable routine, watching the game, eating pizza, drinking beer... miguel brings the harder stuff... he realizes that Dexter doesn't really drink much and has maybe 1/2 shots a night,,

this frustrates miguel. he takes it as a direct offense to him, what are you too good for my presents? my offerings? he doesn't know that what he really desires is getting dexter drunk...

so.... he roofies dexter... split it into his glass... dexter knows it tastes funny... he looks over at Miguel ... confused....

Dexter thinks he should let it go... Miguel has been so nice to him this entire time.. look they're having fun! but then dexter takes another sip and knows exactly what that taste is. dexter quickly tells Miguel he needs to leave.

"why Dex? i thought we were having a fun time"

"i don't give a fuck you need to get the fuck out right now."

"c'mon... Dex don't be this way, is it something i did?"

"you know exactly what you're doing."

Miguel doesn't budge and dexter gets up to run over to the kitchen where he has his knifes but... he didn't realize how strong the roofies Miguel got were. he got up too fast and stumbles over his feet.

Miguel quickly comes up from behind him and hooks his arm around dexter throat,, lifting him up to his tippy toes..

"s- stop mig-"

"I'll do what I want, when I want, to whomever I want. Remember?"

Dexter hits Miguel's arms and tries to squirm his way out of his grip but Miguel just lifts him up off his feet, his legs dangling,... kicking ... until they go limp and dexter passes out from the lack of air...

Miguel then drops dexter with no regard of injuries. Miguel doesn't really admire people before he rapes them, but this time he has a twinge in his gut that he chalks up to excitement. he's been wanting to do this for a long time.

he had zip ties and lube in his pocket.

Miguel is not graceful about anything. he yanks down dexter pants just to his knees. bends dexter,, folding him... his face against the floor. zip ties his wrists behind his back and around his ankles.

Dexter is waving in-between a conscious state. he didn't drink much, but Miguel knew he was going to do that. He is flipped over and Miguel shoves a camera in his face.

"i have many tapes Dexter but i think you might be my favorite yet."

Dexter is flipped onto his stomach quickly, making him dizzy. he is trying to get a handle of where he even is when he feels the cold lube slide down between his cheeks and over his asshole. He didn't know his pants were off.

Miguel doesn't gag dexter or cover his mouth. Miguel is glad that Dexter is still somewhat aware,, he can now enjoy the beautiful sounds of Dexter getting fucked and begging for it to stop. each whimper and moan forced from his throat from his cock.

Miguel rapes dexter. Miguel fucks his hard and fast, relentless. Dexter cries. he can barely move now but his mind is still present. listening to the moans that escape Miguel's lips. the moans that escape his own. Miguel keeps on calling him a good boy, taking it so well. Dexter doesn't know if Miguel put more lube on his asshole or if it's his own blood.

Dexter tries really hard. he does. he can't control this. his cock is hard,,, and Miguel keeps on hitting a spot inside of him that makes him gasp and see stars. he needs Miguel to cum. he needs him to stop. please stop. he can't do this, he can't cum from getting fucked like this. he doesn't want this.

an orgasm shakes through his body. his hips shudders and he gasps,, trying to breathe as he moans high pitched whines... he sobs.

"shhh shhh baby boy it's okay. you did so good. it feels good doesn't it?"

Miguel is petting his head and wiping his tears away... dexter uses what little strength he has to try and shake Miguel off and Miguel... does not like that. he punches dexter in the kidney and starts to drive into him harder.. Dexter is crying from the whole situation but the overstimulation is what finally makes his brain go blank and him go completely limp..

"thats it. there you go. accept it. just enjoy it sweetheart."

Miguel cums inside of him. Dexter has never felt this sensation before. It makes him feel disgusting, makes him feel repulsed. he is nauseous. When Miguel pulls out dexter feels his hot cum escape his asshole and trickle down his thighs... he wants to wipe it away but it trapped from the zip ties around his wrists.

He is glad that it is over.

Miguel flips dexter around again to face him directly. Miguel pets his face and tracing the tear tracks on his face...

"you're so pretty like this. it's a shame we can only do this one."

Dexter is fuzzy hes trying to stay awake and manages to say

"i'm going to... fuck... ing... kill you."

Miguel laughs. he smacks Dexter's face with a love tap. its embarrassing and degrading. he gets up and grabs a knife from Dexter's block.

when Miguel straddles him and dexter notices the knife,, he knows what is about to happen. he knows there is no escape and there is no point in fighting, he knows that giving that to Miguel will give him a sick stratification. so he lays there silently, waiting for the inventible.

after what he just went through, he can't help but to feel grateful.

the last thing he sees is miguel's predatory smile looming over him.

"sweet dreams, sweet boy"

Miguel does think that it is a waste. such a waste of such a beautiful man. the only thing he can think of doing to honor such beauty is to give him a goodbye present. the sight of Dexter's blood make his cock twitch with excitement. round 2.

fucking into Dexter's used ass, it's easier this time with his own cum lubricating Dexter's asshole. he locks onto Dexter's eyes. open, blank. watching as each thrust moves his limp body and shakes his jaw.

Miguel shoves his fingers into Dexter's open slack mouth, he couldn't try before, he didn't want to risk them being bitten off. spreading the tips of his fingers over the back of his tongue, exploring further down his throat... he looks so pretty like this, he cums painting Dexter's face and pushing some of it inside his mouth, over his tastebuds. maybe while Dexter's brain is living through the memories of his life, maybe one of them will be the taste of his cum.

Miguel leaves quickly. He leaves the camera with the tape still inside.

It was the neighbor that called the police. Dexter was loud. The wellness check was easy, Miguel left the door unlocked.

Debra heard that there was a homicide at Dexter's apartment but was told she couldn't work the scene. this made her scared and she rushes over to Dexter's place and pushes past everyone telling her she shouldn't see. spare herself.

She doesn't believe her eyes. Frozen in place.

"Dexter?"

Not only is Dexter, her brother. dead. laying in blood in his own apartment.

He is half naked, tied up and covered in semen. Someone raped and murdered her brother. She can't breathe. There are no tears that come to her eyes, she can't accept this reality. it's not real. this did not happen.

The last time she will ever see her brother's face is when it's covered in his killer's semen.

Debra doesn't say a word at the funeral.

She knows that she isn't allowed to work the case. She can't sit back and let her own department figure out who did this to Dexter. She has to be the one to take this fucker down.

She sneaks into the the department at night and looks through all of the evidence they took of the scene and notices that there is a video. The bastard filmed the whole thing.

She watches it for hours. on repeat. Debra feels absolutely gutted and repulsed. she doesn't let herself cry. she needs to focus. she picks up on voices, reflections, physical identifiers. She needs to catch the fucker who did this. She needs to do this for Dexter.

She tries to ignore the arousal. ignores the heat in her groin pulsing while she hears her brothers sobs.

but it's fucking at her conscious and the only way to make her feel better about it is to find this guy.

After many late night sneak ins, she figures it out. Miguel Prado. his hand was in frame and when she saw him in the office for an interview about Dexter it all clicked. same ring. She arrests him.

She knows it's him. She can tell from that fucking smile that he gives her. But he has an alibi from Robert his brother. There's no more proof another than a frame from the video, that could be anyone. Debra arrested him, She isn't working the case, the arrest isn't valid.

I'm trying to draw strange things emm i like these：）

Another mosercest commission I ordered! Same artist X3

Drew babygirl again :D

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