duchess

about me

18, girl, bi, nb

sitting my a-levels (politics, economics, and english literature) and going to uni in the autumn to study politics and international relations

about my writing

i will write pretty much anything, but the main fandoms i'm in and know a lot about are dc and marvel

all of my 'x reader' works have no physical descriptions of race, weight, appearance, etc., so i hope anyone can imagine themselves in it. they are all gender neutral unless they have a specified fem!reader (i.e. weirdo!reader and puppy-like!reader)

i write dark content (fauxcest, dubcon, dddne, etc.), and will continue to do so. if you're not into it, dni :3

about requests

requests are always open, so send me a message :p literally anything you want to talk about :3

i can do emoji anons, so if you think you want to send multiple requests, claim an emoji :)

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rules

no bigotry of absolutely any kind in the duchy

please don't repost my content to other sites (ao3, wattpad, wtv else)— including ai chat bots

if you don't want to see somewhat dark content, don't interact with my account

tags:

#duchess yaps—random shitposting and thoughts

#lusty widow—horny posts and sexual content related to my personal turn ons

#duchess fan service—requests

#duchess answers—just chatting :3

#duchess's verse—original poetry

#duchess's prose—longer posts that aren't fics

#duchess tokes—high/drunk posts

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thank you :3

exams were actually pretty good!! results come out next month and i'm in heavyyyyy anticipation

i graduated and had my prom which was fun too :p

please keep thinking about it because i can't be alone in this.

i am going to shamelessly link my masterlist with my posts about dex x weirdo!reader, my most beloved character, but here is dex x ex-black widow!reader :3

briefest of brief references to reader possibly committing suicide, but it's a nothingburger

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reader's earliest memories lie in the red room. she spends a lot of time imagining how different she would be if she hadn't been raised there. she knows she wouldn't know how to fight, but would she have the same eye for detail? would she have gotten her keen eye from something innocuous like cross stitch instead of keeping an eye out for predators? or would she have just been a blind little girl?

she can't deny that some, some, things she learned from being trained as a black widow are helpful. she often thinks she's indestructible; she's survived impossible situations and circumstances. she won't allow herself to fall victim to something so menial as a perv at a bus stop or a thug.

but still, she wonders what it would be like to be normal. nobody really needs to be an impenetrable fortress. she'd like to just be a woman. oh well.

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dex didn't always know about your upbringing. when the two of you first met on the hudson river greenway, he knew that you were a little bit odd.

he watched you sat on a railing in the moonlight, staring out at the river. he didn't know what made him walk up to you then—he didn't know if he thought you were about to fall off, or even push yourself off, but it made him talk.

"you alright?" was all he could summon.

you waxed lyrical about the water, how still it was and how beautiful it was. "when it reflects the moonlight like this," you said. "how romantic."

from that night on, dex had joined you on the occasional viewing of the river. you told him you went every night, but he couldn't always join you. with him being bullseye, and all.

regardless, he thought of you every night. he imagined you sat there, staring out at the water.

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months and months passed and dex spent them with you. you were new to the city, you'd said. you didn't live far from him.

"i just wanted a change of scenery."

he showed you some of his favourite places. he couldn't exactly take you to the diner, so he showed you his favourite library. he showed you the books he's read and the ones he wanted to read next.

"i don't read much. i should, shouldn't i?" you stared wistfully at the bookshelves like they were whispering arcane secrets in your ear.

dex wanted to tell you that he would gladly make a reading list for you, if you wanted. he wanted to ask you what you had read before. did you like it? what did you think you might want to read? but you were already making your way towards the exit.

dex was endlessly perplexed by you. your presence was almost transient. for as much as he thought about you, he felt like it was impossible to grasp your existence. not like he wanted to cage you, but he struggled to believe that you were real.

your blank stares and oddly vague assertions. the way your body never stuck around for long, but your presence never left.

one day, you invited dex to your apartment.

"dinner. i'll cook and we'll eat together. fun?"

he had always wondered what your space looked like. he hardly knew anything about you apart from the fact that you were so alluring. he didn't know what sort of things you were interested in, so he didn't know what he'd find in there.

he was almost surprised to see that your apartment was relatively sparse. he doesn't know why, though; you seemed to be a filler of a person.

sure, there was furniture. a sofa pushed right against the furthest wall and a pastel yellow rug in the middle of the floor. but...that was almost it.

"sit at the table. i'll start on dinner. like pasta? do you want wine?"

he nodded, at either question, as he sat down at your wooden dining table. it was mahogany. slightly splintered. dex assumed it was second-hand. you set down a bottle and two glasses, as if to say "knock yourself out".

he watched as you started cooking. you seemed at ease whilst you lamely stirred the sauce. you were saying something about how you saw a squirrel the last time you were by the river.

"i don't know why on earth he was awake," you laughed softly, like this was a paradoxical occurrence. "he kept me company, which was nice."

you turned to him with two plates of red sauce poured over fusilli. you set one in front of him and the other next to him before sitting down.

"sorry. no cheese."

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you were just pushing pasta around your plate as you talked.

"i'm enjoying your company, tony. i don't get many visitors. my friends are...not in new york." dex saw this as a good chance to get to know you a little better.

"are they back home?" he hoped you'd tell him where home was for you.

"they're dead."

yikes.

"it's okay, tony. it wasn't recent." dex wasn't sure how he could see that all of your friends being dead could be okay, but he listened anyway. "the way it was, my childhood. death is inescapable. we all lived thinking today was the last we'd see of one another. eventually it was."

he watched your head turn towards him as you put down your fork. your eyes almost made him feel squirmy under your gaze. weirdly.

"thank you."

dex just sat there as you rose from the table and started clearing the plates. an uncomfortable pit settled in his abdomen.

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the hallway scene w matt and hes being so stubborn and smiling. or even when he taunted karen ab foggy, while still being so submissive. i feel like theres some beauty in that, dex wants to bring out the worst in u like others have tried to do with him.

i love your writing sm!! u do his character justice.🐇

thank you so much, bunny!!!

if anybody ragebaits, it's dex. any subject he detects as a soft spot will be poked and prodded at relentlessly.

i almost think he does it like a social ritual. it's like his version of having a heart-to-heart.

sometimes, he does it because he knows it'll push someone to the brink of lashing out and confessing something more. for example, if he knows you get iffy talking about a specific person you used to date, he'll keep bringing that person up and "joking" that you'll be back in their arms by next week because he knows it'll lead to you saying something like, "you know i only want you, dex!"

it doesn't matter how many times somebody tells him to shut the hell up, he'll keep beating that dead horse.

or VH!Dex got jealous when he saw reader drink from someone else so he locked her up and only allowed her to drink from him when they fuck.... something something

i love being reminded that you can just create any au for a character you like :3

mdni, sex but not detailed smut

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dex had been stalking vampire!reader for months.

he'd gotten a tip that there was somebody in hell's kitchen preying on young men, wining and dining before plunging her fangs into them.

it didn't take him long at all for him to verify this. he found the crypt you called an 'apartment' and camped outside in his truck until you finally emerged to feed.

it'd been just an average guy. college age, looked kind of like a rich kid. but dex couldn't bring himself to stop you from doing what he knew was coming after dinner. he watched you through his monocular as you felt him up in an alley, feigning carnal desire for him before you punctured his flesh. the flutter of your eyelids as you siphoned as much as you could from his body betrayed just how much you wanted it. how much you needed it.

dex sat lamely in his truck as you let go of your date's limp body and sauntered back to your home. he knew he had a responsibility: he swore to protect new yorkers from threats like you. he couldn't just let you walk because he realised how sensual the act of feeding is.

that led to him breaking into your apartment and laying down the law. "i can't let you keep doing this."

"doing what?" you cooed. you stared at him from across your bedroom. the sharp look in your eyes told dex that you knew exactly what he meant. he tried not to get distracted by the way your eyes seemed to see his past, present, and future.

"i'll let you live. if...if you stop killing those men."

"and what, mr. vampire hunter?" you took a slow step towards him, still maintaining your distance. "and just die?"

"you can have me. only me."

the sadistic curl of your lips said that you had been waiting for this longer than dex knew you existed.

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for months, you had only fed from dex. it would only be every few days, when you actually needed sustenance. dex would meet you where you were most comfortable and bare his neck to you like prey that knew no better.

you'd dart out the tip of your tongue and run it over his quickening pulse, wasting no time and digging your teeth into him. you were always intrigued by how he never seemed to flinch. like it didn't hurt.

your eyes fixed on the veins in his neck as you drank, and he was so still you'd think he'd already passed out. you were always careful not to take too much. dex was a big guy, but you didn't want to run the risk.

after a while, though, the contract changed. dex never went to your apartment; you practically lived at his. you'd drink from him multiple times a day, not just when you were hungry. every morning you'd wake him up with a small nibble to his wrist, at night you'd graze your teeth over his shoulder whilst he cooked dinner.

dex didn't think it was naive to say that your relationship had become more intimate. this was more than just staving you off from the dating pool: this was romance.

so why would you ever go astray?

why did dex see you roaming around the streets at night like you always did before you met him?

he helplessly watched you run your hands down another man's arms, like you did to him just last night. he watched you bury your face in the crook of his neck like you were supposed to be doing to him. come home, he thought.

what was strange, more so than your odd behaviour, was how the man simply flexed his head to either side before giving you a small nod and walking away. that wasn't a man. but it didn't make the tears pricking his eyes any less present.

he made his way back to his apartment and sat on his armchair, waiting for you to return. his fingers scratched at his pants in agitation. betrayal. he was hurt.

he watched his front door sweep open and you were there. he was sure that if he were some different creature, something more than a man, he'd be able to smell the blood on your breath.

"dex? what's wrong?"

he said nothing as he stood up and crossed the living room to stand in front of you. his hand found your neck like both body parts were magnets and he pressed you against the front door. his voice was low when he leaned in, "we had something. call it a deal, a bond, whatever. and you broke it."

you could only look up at his silently. he wasn't choking you, but his grasp around the column of your throat made it clear that he wasn't interested in hearing you talk.

"you-- you violated the sanctity of this covenant, and you just come back? like it's nothing?"

he watched you squirm. he wanted to tell you to stop being so dramatic.

"dex, please, listen to me."

"stop it."

"listen to me." you were so insistent, but your voice took on an unfamiliar pleading tone. "i know you don't want civilians getting hurt. but...i don't want to hurt you. anymore, i guess."

his fingers around your neck flexed slightly as he listened, but he could barely see past his hurt.

"i can take it. i do, i do it for you."

"you shouldn't have to."

"you can't make my decisions for me."

your eyes staring up at him in the dim room made it difficult for dex to stay upset. he was mad that you had gone back on your word, he was mad that you sullied your relationship by seeking out another, but now your hands were running up and down his arms in the way you always made them when you were trying to coax something out of him.

"i'm sorry," as you trailed your fingers over his hand that was now easing off of your neck. "i never wanted to hurt you," and your lips were ghosting over his own neck.

dex had felt your teeth on him too many times to count, but he always wondered how your lips would feel. he lifts his hand to cup your jaw and guide your face away from his neck before kissing you.

it's explorative to start. his pace is curiously slow as his lips move against yours before leading you back to his bedroom and laying you down.

he wastes no time settling between your legs, easing his cock out of his pants and into you as he braces his arms on either side of your body. he turns his head to the side, the planes of his neck are exposed.

"c'mon." he tilts his head impatiently.

"i'm full, d--"

"shut up. do it."

he revels in the feeling of your fangs sinking into him once again, after you'd already had another man that same night. he knows he's better. he knows you'll never see that creature again. he'll make sure of it.

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I think a reader who's quiet and stoic all the time would work really well with him like...I need him to have trouble getting a read on them so that the dynamic shifts. He's not used to being taken off guard/so frustrated he becomes agitated.

...which in turn has him become a dog on a leash to reader trying to get out as much as he possibly can from them.

shane is actually so pissed of when you don't immediately hit your knees for him.

he sees you in a group sat outside his favourite bar and is immediately taken by you. he recognises the locals you're drinking with, but deduces that you must be visiting yosemite. he trails his gaze over the curves and contours of your face, most interested by the subtle uptick of the corner of your mouth.

he makes his way over and mentally resolves to get in your pants within the hour, but he couldn't possibly have known just how difficult you would be.

he's telling what he considered to be a funny story. i mean, everybody else is laughing. but every time he looks over to you, even the subtle grin on your face is absent. sometimes you're not even looking at him! and then when you are, you look at him like every word coming out of his mouth is boring you to death!

after a couple more hours of shane charming everybody but you, the rest of your friends set off to the next stop on their bar crawl, you decided to hang back and get a taxi home.

shane, however, doesn't seem to notice—or care— that you have plans to leave soon.

he's all, "so, where are you from? where are you staying?" and when you give him vague answers bordering on cagey, he's all, "you likin' yosemite so far?"

sure, he's handsome. ruggedly so with his scruffy stubble and rough hands. but every extra word out of his mouth pisses you off a little bit more.

it gets to a point where you pivot in your seat to face him head-on. he sits up hopefully, but the words that come out of your mouth aren't all that exciting to him: "anyone ever tell you you come on too strong?"

you don't even wait for an answer before getting up and stalking off to wherever the hell you're bunking for the night.

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luckily (for him), he runs into you again two nights later! he's got a new lease on love and he's approaching this affair from a new angle.

he settles down beside you at the bar with a couple beers in him already. "hey."

he swears the look on your face could wither him. the sheer disgust, like he was oozing sewage. he saw it in the curl of your lips, the furrow of your brows that asked "why is this asshole talking to me?"

he flashes you an uncharacteristically timid smile before talking. "look, we got off on the wrong foot the other night." he doesn't really admit to it being due to his own insistence and obnoxious personality, but sure.

"i'm shane, i'm a wildlife management officer 'round here in yosemite. i wanna make sure you have a good visit."

your facial expression had only marginally shifted, but shane took it as you egging him on. give an inch and he'll take a mile, or whatever.

"if you're interested, i could show you some hiking trails you might like. or i could show you some places good for stargazing...?"

all you gave in response was a cool, "maybe. catch me tomorrow." before waltzing our of the bar and out of his sight.

he was never keen on spending the day out of the woods, but he was mentally charting his excursion across the entire state if he had to.

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the next day, shane spotted you hiking a trail he knew like the back of his hand. looks like you didn't really need his help. he trailed his eyes from the top to bottom of your figure, lingering a little bit longer on your cargo shorts and bare legs.

he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and broke out of his voyeuristic haze as approached you like a wild animal he didn't want to startle. "hey." god, you looked even better in the daylight. the sun shone across your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat—you were practically shimmering. "d'you want--would you still like me to show you some places? there's a pretty nice str--"

"you stargaze?" your low voice cut him off abruptly, like you had already decided the rest of his sentence wasn't up to your standards. shane wasn't even mad. he just stared at you with his lips slightly parted, your words echoing in his brain.

"i mean, i can. it's kinda my job to know wh--"

"show me somewhere good tonight." you gave him a brief look up and down before turning away and continuing on your hike like he was never there. shane tried to ignore the ever-prominent tent pitching in his pants.

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