#cw coercion | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kissesforsatoru · 10 months

Text

ETERNAL DEVOTION ⟶ part one of two | wc : 1.3k

PRINCE! KUROKAWA IZANA x FEM!READER

₊˚⌗ izana is tired of waiting; he wants you. he wants you, he wants you, he wants you. so, he calls you to his room in the middle of the night, and he plans to take you, willingly or not.

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, super heavy stockholm syndrome, abuse of power, manipulation, master/servant dynamics, innocent-ish reader, virgin reader, nsfw implications + sexual tension, hints of coercion, one very heated kiss, use of pet names (my lovely servant, love, etc.) ⟶ smut will be in part two.

notes : this was such a spur of the moment little thing that i wrote??? i don’t know where it came from and it’s a bit different than most of my other works i think but! i hope you guys all like it 😭😭

“my prince,” you greet softly, bowing your head down in a display of respect as you sit on your thighs and fold your hands across your lap.

“look at me.” he bites the second you settle, and you do; you look up at your master through your lashes without even a sliver of thought, let alone hesitation. he makes a small, pleased hum, his lips curling into a lazy smirk.

you’re dressed in precious little—a thin, loose nightgown that you sleep in every night—drawing your master to stare at you with a flare in his lilac eyes. he licks his lips sensually while overlooking your body, making you out to feel utterly exposed to him. you would have worn something more appropriate, something much less revealing, had his summon not been urgent, leaving you no time to change before coming here.

you shift a little bit, attempting to hide more of your body to preserve as much of your modesty as you can, but it doesn’t work much; really, all your little movements serve to do is draw more attention to your body from your master.

“do you know why i called you?” he asks, a lilt of amusement dripping in his tone. you gulp before hesitantly shaking your head—the maids never told you, or perhaps you were in too much of a hurry to remember, but either way you aren’t exactly sure what it could be that your master needs, especially at such an hour when normally he and you are both asleep.

“use your words,” he urges gently, but an edge of authority leaves no room for you to deny his wishes—as if you would anyway.

“forgive me, my prince. i don’t know the reason you’ve called me here,” you whisper low as you bow your head down again in apology, only to look right back up at him as soon as you're done. he wouldn’t be too happy if you didn’t; he loves it when you look at him just as much as he loves to hear you speak to him.

“c’mere then,” he says, patting his thigh, “i’ll show you why, yeah?”

you crawl towards him slowly so as to not jostle the little clothes you have on and reveal even more of your body to him, but his eyes remain steadily trained on you, making you feel like he could see easily through the thin scraps of clothing you wore. when you reach him, he gently nudges your shoulders to guide you between his legs, and then one of his hand's ghosts over your skin until it reaches your nape, while his other hand comes to your chin, directing you to look up towards him.

he leans down close, and you gasp quietly, flustered by the proximity between you and your beloved master—his presence always has you fumbling for air and scraping for a semblance composure, but he’s never quite gotten so close that you feel deliciously suffocated by him. you want to pull away, if only a little bit because of how overwhelming his presence is for you, but you don't. you'll gladly drown in the high he gives you whenever he's close.

his eyes flick to your mouth and your tongue flits out to swipe along your lower lip, and instinctively you lean in a little bit closer. he smirks.

“you belong to me, you know that?” he asks in a low whisper, the warmth of his breath fanning across your face lightly as he speaks; you have to fight back a whine scratching in your throat for an escape at the sensation.

and, you do know that—of course you do. he saved your life, and in return you gave it up to him and him alone for the rest of eternity. while all the other castle staff can eventually retire and live lives outside of attending to the royal family, you will always be bound to him, even in death you will be his loyal servant and belonging.

you nod, and then quickly follow up with a small ‘yes,’ when you see him raise an eyebrow at you in warning. the command use your words, rings inside of your mind and you bite your lip in shame of making such a foolish mistake. his thumb strokes gently along your neck when you oblige his earlier orders though, causing your breath to flutter shakily when you sigh out in contented pleasure.

“i own your life, you serve me, so you’ll always devote yourself to me, yes?” he asks you, and this time you immediately reply with a soft ‘yes,’ instead of nodding your head.

he smiles, pleased, tilting his head a little bit to the left. he doesn’t say anything else right away, but the silence isn’t awkward as the both of you are caught by the other. his eyes are on you, your lips, and your body pressed firmly against him, while you’re paying rapt attention to the way he holds you so close to him, to the fan of his breath on your face, to his soft, cold fingers tracing your skin and leaving behind tingly shivers. he hums low, drawing out a fluttering feeling in your tummy.

“won’t you please your master, then?” he then asks, and the air in your lungs quickly dissipates, leaving you to choke on a withdrawn gasp.

“what is it that you mean, my prince? how may i please you?” you ask him nervously, aware of the many implications behind his words, but– but is that really what he would want from you, his lowly servant? he has many women and men of noble or royal lineage that he could have, all of whom would be much better for him in both class and experience, so why you? you know nothing about... sex, other than the basics you've learned through hushed whispers and giggles from the royal staff and other attendants. even if you weren't such a lowly servant, you could never hope to please him with such inexperience. does he think you’ve been off with a man? you haven’t.

“c’mon now, love, you know what i mean. i’ve waited long enough to have you, my lovely little servant, and i won't wait any longer, so quit playing dumb while i'm asking you nicely because i will take from you what i want using force if i have to,” he groans while beginning to press rough kisses to your check and jaw, nibbling on your skin in warning when you gasp and whine.

“but–“ you start only for him to interrupt you with a sight, and then before you can even process what's going on his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss. he shoves his tongue into your opened mouth to lap at the inside eagerly, swirling and mixing your saliva with his and savoring the addicting flavors of you. you don't shy from kissing him back; instead leaning yourself more into him like a puppy following its masters whims without question. the kiss is all too imposing and all too messy for you to keep up with him properly, but he doesn't mind at all as long as you're not pulling away from him, rejecting him.

he knew you wouldn't; you're too enthralled to ever deny him of anything he wants.

he groans as he pulls away to see you breathless, eyes glazed over with hazy lust and your pretty lips swollen from his kiss. he smirks at the sight of you so easily wrecked by him. just a simple kiss and you're already panting and pawing at his chest for stability do you don't fall over. so fucking sensitive, so pliant just the way you should be for him. and only him. nobody else will ever affect you the way he does.

“i don’t give a shit about whatever it is you were going to say, you belong to me and i will have you if i want you. and i do—i want all of you. do you understand me?” it's not a question, but a warning: 'don't you ever fucking try to refute me again. you do as i say without asking any questions.'

"mm, 'course, my prince," you try to sound like you aren't completely drunk off of him, but your words slur together and come out all breathy and whiny like one of the sex wrecked whores.

he smirks again lazily, "good. now won’t you please your master, like a good little servant, hm? you have to after getting me all riled up,” he motions to his lap, and you gasp realizing how hard he is. his thick, heavy cock is pressed against your tummy, and it’s huge, but you still have no doubt that its real size is hidden beneath the robes he’s wearing.

you bite your lip and look up at him, but he gently nudges your head down against his cock, “go on, love. your master is dying to have your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.”

825 notes · View notes

van1llam1lkk · 5 months

Text

[ nsfw | CW ; Degradation, Cowgirl, Handjob → Blowjob(giving), Brief mention of penile spines, Rut/heat concept, Coercion, Dubcon because of Coercion]

Kitty!Hybrid x F!Darling

Your eyes slightly burned from how long you've been forcing yourself to keep watch on the TV. Desperately trying to ignore the cat boy that's been practically screeching in your ear for the past three hours, your already thin patience running thinner.

“Master~” He whined, dragging the vowels out “Please give me a chance, just— Just one time I promise.” He pleaded, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck.

You softly groan in response, shifting in the couch as you tried to create some sense of personal space- His warm breath tickling the shell of your ear.

“You don't even know what you want, all that stupid cat brain of yours is thinking is just ‘Breeding breeding breeding’ you bluntly say, flicking his forehead. Earning a soft ‘ow’ from him.

He pouted, crawling onto your lap and straddling your waist. Taking your lack of action against him as an invitation to kiss at your neck. “If m’ brain is screaming at me to fuck you till your pumped full of kittens then there must be a good reason.” He purred softly.

And while he was getting on your nerves- you make no move to push him off you, if anything you pull him closer. Wrapping a arm around his waist and absentmindedly playing with the dark brown tail poking out of the hole you made for all his pants.

“I'm going to get you neutered.” You huffed, shifting your legs so it was more comfortable supporting his weight.

A little whimper spills from his lips grinding his pelvis against you. “You say that but y'know you love how pliant I get— just begging for your attention constantly instead of telling you to fuck off.” He purred, canines grazing the nape of your neck.

You shiver in spite of yourself, hand lightly tugging at the waistband of his pants. “If you’re so desperate for a fuck you can fuck your hand.” You huffed, leaning your head back to look at him.

He doesn't miss a beat, immediately nipping at the skin of your neck, then as if making up for it places soft kisses along your jawline.

“I could fuck yours.” He purred, licking at the shell of your ear. You roll your eyes in response, holding his hips still so he's not obviously grinding against your thighs anymore.

“And if I gave you a hand job that's just gonna magically solve our problem?” You snicker, the way his body tensed at the comment going unnoticed by you, hair —and you suppose fur as well— bristling at the comment.

“And if it did..?”

Pearly white pre-cum leaked from the tip as you jerked him off, the paced movement of your hand gathering slick and glossing the base. Wet ‘plaps’ everytime your hand reached his pelvis.

“Your so needy.” You whispered, voice filled with more pity then anything else.

Though you doubt he heard you, with the needy moans and high pitched whines spilling from his lips. Head thrown back against the couch and hips rutting up, desperately seeking that simulation he oh so desired.

“F—fuck- your hand, so *so* soft.” he sobbed, claws digging into the couch. Your thumb plays with his tip, gathering the cum and messily spreading it around. Leaning in close you press a soft kiss against his length, savouring the — taste of his pre and the whimpery whine he let out.

“Warm— Oh your lips so w-warm.” He panted, his hand reaching up to your head, pushing your lips —with as much restraint he could— back to his cock, hips bucking forward and messily fucking into your face- half the time not even making it into your mouth and instead thrusting against your cheek, pre-cum and spit covering your face.

Nn—no— not yet I'm gonna c-cum—” He sobbed, wanting to drag the experience of your warm mouth and soft hands around his throbbing cock, so nicely licking up and down and bobbing your head along with the rough, filthy paste he set.

And sure enough a few more sucks on his swollen tip and the boy was crying out, shoving your head down till your nose was pushed up against black pubes.

Hips rutting up into your mouth, warm ropes of cum spilling into your throat. Broken moans escaping him from the way your throat squeezed and spasmed, desperate a break.

But even with limited oxygen you kept going, despite how his body tensed, swallowing his cum to the best of your ability without gagging. Pulling off of his cock with a wet ‘pop!’ Heavily panting,

Your mind was foggy, gasping for air as you wipe your face off. “F-fuck… Jesus Christ- are you happy now? Because this is the last time that I'm doing something like this for you.” you huff.

He didn't respond- or more so he couldn't hear you, lost in a daze and completely empty-mindedness.

Gathering what little composure he had he hummed, shifting in place awkwardly and rubbing his thighs together. "You looked so pretty on y're knees, like a proper bitch." He weakly laughed, as if a second ago he wasn't crying from the warmth of your throat.

"... M' balls still feel so heavy though." He whined, ears flattening against his head. A little pout on his lips. "I'm not giving you head again, you don't know when to give me a break." You immediately say, shooting the idea down.

"You could always just,, ride me." He him, glancing to the side. "I mean, I wouldn't doubt it if that pussy of yours was wet from just sucking my dick." He continues, nudging a foot against your crotch.

A shiver runs up your spine, a little huff leaving you. Staring off to the side for a moment considering whether or not to accept his offer.

Begrudgingly, you crawl up onto the couch, kicking your pants off in the process and settling yourself on top of him. Grinding your pussy against his already semi-hard cock, coating it in a new sheen of slick your hips slightly rutting forward whenever you rubbed up against a spine.

Entangling your fingers in his hair you position your hips so the tip pressed taut against your hole. A little whimper escaping you as you slowly let your weight drop down, savouring the way little breathless whimpers escaped him.

When he finally bottomed out you slowly rocked your hips, mostly letting him set the tempo because of how tightly his claws were digging into your waist. Lifting you up and down to meet his hips the only thing covering the sound of skin against skin being his almost annoyingly loud moans and whimpers -- "Fuck— your so tight Mfh- m' gonna breed that dumb cunt— make you my p-personal breeding bitch." He sobbed out, not even bothering to move your hips anymore— instead keeping it firmly planted against his thrusting hips.

You'd feel annoyed by the comment if his pathetic whines weren't so damn arousing. "I'd like to see you try." You hissed through gritted teeth, tightening your grip in his hair and banging your hips down against his.

Dipping your head down you lick at his ear and bite down on the cartilage. "F-fuck, you really want to ruin my body don't you?" You whisper through breathy moans, grinding your pussy against his cock to the best of your ability.

A little hum escapes him, his mind too busy focusing on the gooey warmth that he's fucking into to actually care about what your saying— couch creaking with your rough movements.

You needily grind your hips against him, reaching a hand in between where the two of you connected to play clumsily with the sensitive bud of nerves. Trying to make the increasingly tight knot in your stomach finally pop,

Claw marks left on your waist as he tugged you forward. Breathless, high-pitched moans whispered into your ear. "M... m' gonna cum— gonna cum in that slutty, tight pussy-" He moans out, his thrusts growing erratic and a desperate.

You could feel it, that final little push that had your body tensing and shuddering in pleasure. Squeezing his cock for all its worth.

And following suit your clenching walls trying to milk him pushed him right over the edge, his hips with one last thrust stilling inside of you, able to feel his twitching cock- the feeling of his cum slowly filing your insides a foreign sensation. Leaving the two of you a panting mess, connected by the frothing of cum, spit, and slick.

Slowly you lift your hips up, internally cringing at the feeling of cum spilling out of your hole. "S-shit... You Came a lot." You softly panted plopping yourself down right next to him, less worried about the possible stains and more so about whether you should go shower or sleep first.

Grunting slightly he lifts his head up, a tired look in his eyes as he rubs the back of his neck. "You... I'm sure you'll just clean it up." He mumbled out, sitting up on the couch properly and looking around. "Speaking of, you should really buy those pills" He causally reminded you, poking a finger in your face.

"It's irresponsible, who knows what my happen during my next rut?" He added on.

As if he wasn't the one whose been harassing you for three hours to have sex.

218 notes · View notes

fushigurro · 8 months

Note

spicy quote prompting you!!!!! i chose a mean one 😈 make it as dark as you’d like <3

i’ll give you something to cry about

( spicy quote prompts ) — kae…… you said make it dark, so that’s exactly what i did. i would apologize, but… i warned y’all i wasn’t normal!!!! also this totally had sukuna written all over it i’m js

𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / non-con / coercion elements / mentions of physical fighting + blood / rough handling / oral sex (reader giving) / yuuji is sukuna’s vessel / i think that’s it (i tried to cover all bases but pls lmk if i missed something)

“What’s the matter, pretty little sorcerer? Not as tough as you thought?”

Sukuna’s hand harshly grips your jaw and forces you to look up at him through tear-coated lashes. He’s brought you to your knees after a short-lived tussle, crimson blood trickling down the side of your face and from the corner of your mouth, chest heaving with furious breaths. You scowl at him even through your tears.

The King of Curses growls and widens his grin, the look on his face far more sadistic than you think Yuuji’s could ever be. You’re exhausted and he knows it, your body practically limp and no longer struggling beneath his unwelcome touch.

“I’ll give you something to really cry about,” he threatens, voice deepening to something that makes your gut twist with even more fear.

Sukuna reaches down to start undoing Yuuji’s jeans, and suddenly your heart feels as though it might burst in the cavity of your chest. You’re too weak to move—too afraid to move, and even if you could, you surely wouldn’t manage to get very far. All you can do is wait for Sukuna to pull his hardening cock out and stroke it in front of your face, your fear like an aphrodisiac to him.

The hand on your jaw puts a thumb into your mouth and forces it open. “Open wide, little sorcerer,” he commands maliciously but with amusement in his voice. He taps the drooling tip of his cock against your bottom lip and watches as the tears now fall freely from your eyes. It makes him throb in his hand.

“And remember—” he adds, sliding his entire length down your throat without warning. You gag and cough around him as he holds you there, blood and saliva mixing to lubricate every fat, intrusive inch of him. “—if you even think about using your teeth, I’ll see to it that your pathetic little friend loses his heart for good this time.”

#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jjk x reader #cw noncon #cw coercion #my writing.#re: ryomen sukuna

320 notes · View notes

pupyr0arz · 7 days

Text

killing someone and sheriff!gaz being the only witness. Holding it over your had and you think he’ll turn you in but he just insists on spending more and more time with you and you can’t just say no because you’ll be incapable of providing your innocence with the evidence he has and even just his word against yours…

#.bark #cod #cod x reader #gaz #dark gaz #cw coercion #gaz x reader

22 notes · View notes

cockworkangels · 1 year

Text

leave your soul in my hands, my control

sam & lucifer / i came for you - von hertzen brothers

for sam appreciation week day 6: autonomy / abuse

#this is basically just horror..... sorry :|#samweek2023 #spn #supernatural #sam winchester #lucifer #sam and lucifer #spn amv #my video #loud noise warning #cw stalking #cw coercion #cw blood #cw death #ask to tag #don't tag as s*mifer

77 notes · View notes

gimme-a-thrust · 1 year

Text

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

Close-ups of Valentino making his moves on Angel, mostly, and shorter versions of the kiss than I saw on Google. This is, absolutely, for Reasons.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

#Hazbin Hotel Edit #Hazbin Hotel Gif #My Edit #My Gifs #My Gif #ValAngel #Valentino x Angel Dust #Hazbin Hotel ValAngel #Hazbin Hotel Valentino #Hazbin Hotel Angel Dust #cw coercion #cw non-con kissing #cw forced kissing #Figured I should add those #Let me know if I missed a tag

68 notes · View notes

melonba11s · 8 months

Text

Melon Body Studies, censored for your viewing pleasure

#cw coercion #melon art #melon

11 notes · View notes

masonscig · 1 year

Note

speaking of rebecca, am i the only one who's kind of surprised by the amount of people who hate her (valid) while also seeming to love bobby (also valid, but feels contradictory here)?

like, i can completely understand both of those takes, don't get me wrong (full disclosure of my two detectives on bobby's route carrie has a good relationship with bobby and rebecca, and avery all but hates them both) but considering rebecca's absentness and manipulative tendencies tend to be what turn people off from her it's kinda strange to see some of those same people uwuify bobby who, as an ex in particular, is explicitly stated as being manipulative to the MC during their relationship using them for information, clout, and straight up stealing their work in college. and while i get the appeal of them being like, the one anti-copaganda figure in the series now with how book 3 ends, but this is also the same bobby who to this point has canonically: been an incredibly manipulative partner in college and has continued post-breakup, has stalked the MC basically once a book, bugged their office in book 1, forced their way into the mc's apartment in book 2, tries to coerce them MC into sex to loosen their tongue on multiple occasions included multiple tries after the mc's made it clear they're no longer interested, and can be directly called out for trying to take advantage of the detectives emotional state during the kidnappings to get more info despite showing little to no sympathy for the victims being taken. even if there's good intentions there nothing about that is healthy even considering their respective careers (maybe even less so because of them).

again, not trying to bash either side of it, i guess i'm just trying to figure where people draw that line? to me they're both emotionally manipulative individuals who are trying to repair what they had with the mc to some degree and protect them, but don't know how to do it without being manipulative. they mirror each other in a lot of ways yet one seems to get a free pass more often than the other. idk maybe i'm just rambling but thanks for giving a place to do it <3

oh i LOVE this ask – and no problem at all! ramble on bestie i love reading your thoughts! <3

i'm gonna put my response under the cut bc i have Thoughts

i do think it's wild to see how much more willing people are to forgive (is that the right phrasing? maybe tolerate is better here) bobby's behavior over rebecca's, but i think i can understand why to a certain degree

so, to clarify before i say anything, i think both of them fucking suck and should not be in mc's life for multiple reasons. bad mother, bad partner, bad friend, whatever, honestly they're doing more harm than good – it's mainly because they both aren't willing to correct their behaviors. you could argue that rebecca is, because she says it, but she doesn't do anything about it. she just says she's going to be a better mom like saying it out loud will make it true

[also i'm rereading the stuff i wrote, and this is from the perspective of someone who only picks 'have a bad relationship with rebecca' for their detectives, so take all my rambling with that in mind!]

but i think the reason rebecca cuts a lot deeper is because there's a different kind of love you're supposed to experience from either relationship. (i'm saying this generally bc from your ask i'm sure we're on the same page ab this !! it's hard to put this into words because i know that people (this includes me) have a lot of complex feelings about parental/spousal love and what standards you should have for either.

("dump him/her!" and "go no contact!" crowd, i'm sorry but i'm not heading in that direction LMAO)

for me, rebecca falls flat in a million ways, because she's trying to make up for years of being an absent parent with empty promises she's yet to fulfill. i know it takes time, as repairing any relationship does, but it does seem like she's approaching it almost in a selfish way, like mc's forgiveness will atone for the years she missed out on, when that's not even close to how these things work. and now with mc working closer with her? it'll restrain the relationship even more before it even gets to start.

she definitely doesn't think she's intending to be manipulative, but she is, by guilt tripping mc at different points throughout the series – but no matter what her intent is, the point is, she was supposed to be a loving mother to her child, and instead of leaning into that, she leaned away. she allowed her child to grow up without two parents instead of one, when unconditional love is the standard for any parent. taking out the whole "rebecca is a working parent" thing, bc that's totally okay, there's ways she could be there for her child that she just. wasn't.

instead of "my love for my child takes priority over my grief for my husband" it turned into "my grief for my husband takes priority over my love for my child" – and that's not okay.

i think bobby is bad, but at the very least, i think being fucked over and abandoned by a partner is a different kind of betrayal than having an absent parent – let me put it this way: if you have an awful romantic partner, you can move on from that by being shown what a "better" relationship looks like. that's what's happening in canon with mc, their ro, and their li. but... if mc has an awful parent (rebecca), then what's replacing that parental love? familial love from ub? that's all good and well (incredible, even), but that's not the same as love from a mother that's there but chooses not to be, you know? (also, please note, take this for as it is, because i think love comes in all shapes and forms – and i believe that you don't need a certain love to live happily, i'm just talking hypothetically about these fictional characters LMAO)

also, i think that if you choose to have a good relationship with rebecca, it's still not a good look – i said this in another ask, but i think that rebecca approaching certain situations the same way regardless of her relationship with mc feels intentional, whether or not m*shka intended that to happen. it's further proof that rebecca won't (can't, isn't willing to) change i think

i feel like this ask got away from me bc i started thinking less about people forgiving rebecca/bobby and more about why i think rebecca is worse SORRY DGKMMDKGKMG

OKAY i need to stop myself bc i know i have a lot of thoughts and i could probably talk forever about this but i am shutting the fuck up now LMFAO

#asks #twc book 3 #twc book 3 spoilers #twc spoilers #cw abuse #cw manipulation #cw coercion #cw abandonment #<- if there are any other tags to add please lmk!

21 notes · View notes

crowfeatherquill · 7 months

Text

Maxim of Loyalty, Pt. 1

More contributions to @colormywords' AU. MAJOR content warnings in the tags on this one -- I gave /myself/ the ick while I was working on it, which, on the one hand means it's definitely achieved the desired effect, but on the other hand means proceed with caution. In general: Warning for Cazador Szarr, the level of disgusting coercive behavior you might expect from him, and themes of cult indoctrination and psychological abuse.

The Szarr Path to Spiritual Ascension:

Maxim of Loyalty - Trust in the Clan. Look first to the Clan for guidance and support as you walk the Path. To abandon the Clan is to abandon yourself, and to forever forswear any chance of Ascension.

It’s past midnight when Astarion rolls out of bed, still fully dressed, and reaches for the bag he’s stashed under his bunk. It’s not until Violet’s bedside lamp turns on and he’s caught prostrate on the ground, still pawing blindly for a backpack he swears was here when he’d checked on it before bed, that he realizes his plan may already be going wrong.

“Looking for something?”

Her voice is all artificial sugar, and it makes Astarion clench his teeth together so hard they ache.

“Hand it over,” he says, straightening and turning a glare on her that he hopes does not look as desperate as he feels.

She smiles beatifically at him and his stomach sinks. He thinks if he’d had anything to eat in the last twelve hours, he might feel nauseous. Instead, he mostly just feels adrenaline plucking at his nerves, and stomach acid threatening to crawl back up his throat. He tries valiantly not to start shaking.

“So it is yours!” Violet takes on a tone of conspiratorial glee that sends dread up Astarion’s spine like lightning. “You know, I was wondering how anyone would ever have gotten their hands on such an ugly, bulky bag, but now I think I’m starting to understand…you went and got it yourself, didn’t you? You little brat!”

Astarion feels his heart pounding against his sternum and fails to keep his eyes from straying to the clock that hangs above the dormitory door. When he’d initially formed this plan, he’d left himself only seconds to spare for any given part of it. If he lingers here too much longer, he’ll miss the bus that’s supposed to take him out of town and have to wait for the next one, and the longer he stays in one place -- particularly someplace as crowded as a transit depot -- the more likely it is he’ll be caught and dragged back here and he may not know much, but he knows that he cannot keep living here.

“Give it back, Violet.” His voice is tense, wavering like a cable under immense strain and liable to snap at any moment.

“What makes you think I have it?” Violet needles, folding her arms over her chest. The expression of vicious, vindictive delight remains on her face as if it’s been carved in marble, and there’s a burning malice in her eyes that Astarion can almost feel singeing his skin.

“We are the only two people who sleep in this room, and it was still where I left it when I checked on it before lockup. So give. It. Back.”

The words are all teeth and desperation. He knows he can’t do anything to her -- not really -- and very likely so does she. But he doesn’t have any more time to waste, and he can’t leave without that bag. It’s everything.

Violet’s expression sours and she all but stamps her foot like a petulant child.

“Oh fine. You’re no fun when you get all bitchy.”

She turns and throws her blanket back, revealing the bag where she’d presumably had it tucked under her knees. Astarion snatches it out of her hand the moment she’s extended it to him and swallows the urge to rifle through it and check that everything is still there. He can’t afford the delay.

The dormitory doors lock from the outside, but he’s known how to handle privacy locks like this since he was still sticking his nose where it didn’t belong back in his own home. It’s trivial work, getting it open and slipping out into the quiet, sterile hall. Feeling petty, he locks it again behind him. Let Violet rot in there for all he cares.

The first leg of the journey through the dormitory hall is slower than he’d like, his eyes needing time to re-adjust to the darkness of the sleeping house, but he picks up pace when he reaches the stairs to the foyer. He checks his watch, taking the steps as quickly as he can manage without making too much noise. He doesn’t relish the thought of exercising on an empty stomach, but if he runs, he should still be able to catch the bus. He can still make this work. It’ll be hard, but so is everything worth doing, and if it gets him away from this wretched place, he’s certain he’ll find a way to console himself.

He doesn’t notice there is a light on in the salle d’attente until he’s standing in it where it pools on the entry hall floor. For the second time in less than half an hour, he feels his stomach drop. His legs lock up without his say-so, but he can’t bring himself to turn and look. Not until he hears Cazador’s voice, oozing concern he knows better than to think is genuine.

“Astarion.” His tone is chiding, like a mother catching an unruly child out past his bedtime. It makes Astarion’s skin crawl. “I’m surprised at you. You know -- when Petras told me you’d been acting strangely, I admit I was…skeptical. I think even if I had believed him, I wouldn’t have expected anything quite so extreme, but it seems I’ll have to beg his pardon in the morning. He was right.”

Of course it was Petras. Petras, who is only brave enough to posture and puff his chest out until the likes of Violet or Dalyria walk into the room. Petras, who will gladly kiss whatever ass he thinks will offer him special privileges to brag about.

Petras, who, like an idiot, Astarion failed to consider a credible threat. And now it is far too late.

His hands ball into fists and he feels the heat of shame creeping up the back of his neck. He hears the soft pad of footsteps on the tile and looks up to see Cazador, half-dressed as though pulled from bed solely for this, advancing on him with a look on his face that would almost seem like pity if Astarion thought him capable of such an emotion.

He extends a hand, expectantly, and Astarion’s body complies despite him. He un-shoulders his bag and hands it over, into Cazador’s waiting grip. Cazador gives a pleased hum that grates on Astarion’s every nerve as if it were metal scraping ceramic. That bag is everything. Every ounce of autonomy he’s taken the last month to scrap together, gone in an instant with a single unspoken command.

He thinks he might vomit after all -- even if it’s only bile.

“I understand, you know,” Cazador says, setting the bag down on a nearby chair and pressing into Astarion’s personal space to drape an arm over his rigid shoulders. “You’ve been here just about long enough and this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Many new initiates grow restless after a time. This lifestyle…it’s an adjustment. Quite a large one for some.”

Cazador begins to walk and Astarion has no choice but to follow, steered by the arm Cazador has looped around his back, while the other hand comes across to rest on his chest. He wants to squirm free. He has nowhere to go.

“This is a phase,” Cazador continues, guiding him back toward the foyer stairs, “You have the resilience to get through it, of course, or you wouldn’t be here. But it’s perfectly natural to struggle with our baser instincts from time to time. And I am more than happy to help you through the worst of it. I only wish you’d come to me instead of forcing me to hear it from Petras.”

Seething rage wars with nauseous dread in Astarion’s gut. If nothing else, it kills his appetite. It’s a grim consolation in the face of what’s coming.

They don’t turn back to the dormitory hall when they reach the top of the stairs. Astarion’s feet keep pace with Cazador’s guidance but his mind shuts down. He tries to think of where else Cazador could be taking him this late at night -- tries to anticipate what punishment will match the crime of attempting to abandon the Clan. He thinks of the Reflection Chamber. Of the countless hours he’s already spent scrutinizing his own reflection and all the endless, recurrent permutations of it that sit and scrutinize him back in that dimly lit room full of mirrors and silence and the inescapable pressure of his own thoughts. He thinks of the way he has watched himself wither in those mirrors -- becoming little more than a ghost haunting his own hollowed-out body. He thinks about how the last time he was there, he’d barely recognized himself.

Frankly, that had been the thing that scared him enough to make him bother even trying to leave in the first place.

His thoughts stutter and stall as they pass the door to the Reflection Chamber. He can think of perhaps a handful of other places he might be sent for an indiscretion like this, but none of them are in this part of the house. It doesn’t hit him until they’re standing in front of the door to Cazador’s suite -- rooms Astarion has never seen let alone been in.

He reels. He’s been expecting punishment. A reprimand of some kind. As far as he knows, not even Cazador’s favorite brown-nosers get to see the other side of this door. Immediately his mind begins to conjure images of the maniacal torture devices that must be waiting for him within. Clearly, the reason no one is allowed in must be because the whole suite is a serial killer’s wet dream -- covered in plastic and filled with tools of pain and torment.

Cazador leans forward to unlock the door, never once releasing his grip around Astarion’s shoulders, and ushers him past the threshold.

The room beyond is…stark, in that minimalist way that screams of enough material wealth to pretend you don’t have any at all. Though there is no opulence, everything is of an oppressive level of quality that Astarion can only assume cost more than he could ever imagine single pieces of furniture being worth.

“There are spare night clothes in the dresser, there. Get comfortable.”

Astarion briefly thinks it would’ve been more reasonable of Cazador to instruct him to sprout wings and fly to the moon. He shuffles numbly to the dresser and finds an abundance of the loose, flowing pants Cazador is so partial to, but nothing by way of torso coverage. He picks a pair at random, past the point of really caring as it begins to sink in what is happening here.

He hesitates a moment, fidgeting with the folded pants in his hands, and Cazador gives no indication that he intends to leave the room, or even to look away while Astarion undresses. Shame heats the back of his neck once more, burning like he’s spent too long in the sun. He turns his back -- because it’s something -- and strips down to his underwear. Putting on the pants somehow doesn’t make him feel any less exposed.

When he turns back around, Cazador has reclined on the bed, and gestures for Astarion to join him.

“Beautiful,” he says, the adoration in his tone crawling over Astarion’s skin like a swarm of fire ants, “Have I ever told you that’s my favorite color? You wear it quite well.”

Astarion feels ill, and moves once more without conscious thought. It’s as if he’s vacated his own body and left it on auto-pilot -- his mind fully elsewhere, clawing at the inside of his skull and demanding to be let out so it can run a thousand miles and more, as far away from here as it can get and farther still. He sits on the edge of the bed. The mattress is soft and the sheets are smooth and smell very faintly of vanilla and something distinctly animal.

“When I’m feeling ill-at-ease, it always helps me to have some company,” Cazador continues, and he sounds so very like a consoling parent that it almost makes Astarion want to laugh. Or maybe it’s a scream he feels, slowly building pressure in his chest. “I thought perhaps you’d sleep better with someone you can trust close at hand. I know you and Violet still have some…hurdles to overcome in that regard.”

Astarion lies down on top of the sheets, because there’s nothing much else he can do, and if he’s honest, the whole thing is making him dizzy. He keeps his back turned to Cazador. Some part of him clings to the hope that perhaps all they will do is share a bed. That Cazador just wants to keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn’t run off before morning.

It shrivels and dies when he feels Cazador’s arm drape around his waist and pull him flush -- the skin of his back against Cazador’s bare chest. He squeezes his eyes shut. Maybe if he pretends it’s a dream, this will all go away. He will wake up in his shared dormitory with Violet and it will be just before midnight, and his plan will still have a chance. Or it will be morning, and another day will have passed without event, and he will settle for that over the new and inescapable horror currently making a nest among his ribs.

He feels Cazador’s lips brush the nape of his neck in a chaste, gentle kiss. He has to fight not to cringe away as though burned. Even after they’re gone, he feels the place they touched like a stinging brand.

“Try to get some rest,” Cazador murmurs into his ear, “In the morning, you’ll be glad you decided to stay.”

Astarion lays still for hours after that, forcing his breathing to keep an even, steady rhythm. He feels Cazador sink into sleep against his back. He lies awake until the sun breaks over the horizon and lights Cazador’s gossamer curtains with the angelic glow of dawn. If he was anywhere else, Astarion thinks he’d find it beautiful, in an envious, magazine-cover sort of way. As it is, the light just burns.

The punishment he was expecting comes after dawn, straightforward and uncompromising. He spends the next week relegated to the Reflection Chamber -- the longest he’s ever had to stay there. The only time he’s brought out is for meals, and even then, he’s seated alone. The others don’t speak to him. They don’t even acknowledge his presence. He spends every spare second glowering at Petras’ back and imagining his gaze can burn holes in the other man’s shirt.

After that, it takes him another month and a half to find the opportunity to scrounge up a new journal to replace the one he’d lost along with all the other possessions he’d crammed into his getaway bag. A week after that, he gets his hands on a pen and starts the first page.

Astarion Ancunin’s Rules for Surviving the Palace:

Maxim of Loyalty - It doesn’t exist. Trust no one but yourself. These people would rather destroy a perfectly serviceable ladder than see someone else climb it in front of them.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #astarion #cazador szarr #cults and coffee shops #cw noncon #cw coercion #cw cults #cw abuse #dead dove do not eat

6 notes · View notes

onboardsorasora · 1 month

Note

okay sponsor max would likely go in with full force as he does. but i imagine him adjusting and causing the most damage by guilt tripping daniel to do things with him. daniel would probably feel so confused and conflicted

Daniel's biggest mistake would be saying "I love you Maxy but-"

Max would latch onto that and apologize for scaring him, he'd invite him back onto the couch for a cuddle and promise (not pinky promise) to not scare Daniel again.

They'd be sitting together and Max starts asking him questions, getting him comfortable with him and also getting as much information as possible about this Daniel about his magic and its limitations. He'd probably like have his hand around Daniel's shoulders and like stroke down his arm or something. Daniel's not thinking anything of it, lets down his guard a little.

They're chatting and smiling and Max asks if he could kiss him and Daniel says yes and Max grins because step one complete. They're making out now and Daniel is making these soft sounds and Max is still like stroking his back maybe has one palm on Daniel's jaw, stroking the skin there.

And he leans back a little and Daniel follows him. He does it slowly, and in increments and before they know it, Daniel's straddling Max's lap. Max grins against his lips

And then it goes from there, the little touches slowly get bigger until Max is literally groping Daniel's ass and his other hand is under Daniel's sweatshirt flicking his nipples. and Daniel pulls back because its too much. Its a lot, more than he's ever done with Max at home, ever.

Daniel also still has not realized that he's been Exchanged. He just thinks the season has started and he and Max are having a normal time away from everyone at the paddock. Pookie doesn't yet know how race weekends work)

So he pulls away and is like 'we should stop." and Max is like "why?" And Daniel is trying to mention he's uncomfortable without actually saying it. Because Max hasn't scared him again like he promised but he doesn't also want to get sexual at the track. Especially if they haven't yet done it at home.

Max is nibbling Daniel's neck, licking his ear and Daniel is shuddering in his lap. Theyre both hard, Daniel was grinding a little, Max is determined to get what he wants.

He dissolves Daniel's weak arguments with a simple "but we both want it"' whispered against swollen lips. and Daniel's lusty eyes widen when Max looks at him 'innocently'.

Then Max goes in for the kill. They don't have to have sex, but they can do something else. Now Daniel's still pretty innocent mentally, but he was in a long term relationship before so he knows what can count as 'something else'. Again, its not for a lack of want, but he wants to discover Max at home. But Max is looking up at him so sweetly and tenderly, he's been lovely so far after the whole incident earlier. And theyre both worked up- he can't sent Max in the car with a hard on.

So he nods his consent for them to try something else. Max mentally is triumphant. Outwardly, he just kisses Daniel some more. They make out lazily for a while longer so Daniel can relax.

And thats how sponsor Max gets enchanted Daniel to give him a blowjob. Only, of course he takes it as far as he can.

And after, when Daniel is coughing and his face is covered in come, Max is already thinking how to fuck him. to ruin him further.

Daniel is looking up at Max from his knees, his lips are sore, his jaw is sore and the back of his throat hurt from where Max held his head and... He didn't want to try that again. He didn't like it, Max was too rough maybe. He opens his mouth to say this and Max kisses him sweetly and thanks him because it was lovely.

#under the cut because yeah #tw coercion #cw coercion #anonymous #answered #maxiel multiverse #enchanted au #sponsor max #we've gone back into that dead dove territory #i guess thats to be expected with *this* particular pairing

6 notes · View notes

e-m-p-error · 8 months

Text

[ @fluffytoughie || Continued From Here ]

[ Valentino ]

Angel's closed-off posture wasn't something that Valentino cared for, but he was in a good mood. For now. He'd had a couple drinks, but not enough to really impair his thoughts. The sudden lurch to get his shoulder back, however, had the Moth uttering a soft growl. So much for feeling affectionate.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Push 'er off the stage if she can't keep up and she's out the door on her ass."

Valentino was known for being cruel, and this was just another thing that he did to add to the reasons why. Yanking Angel back in, he licked up the side of his neck with that long, slim tongue before wrapping it around Angel's neck a could of times. Pulling back after squeezing, he licked his lips and spat out some stray fur.

"Get your ass up there, Baby. Make Daddy proud."

#And If You Get In My Face Then You’ll Get A Taste Even God Would Run Son (ναℓєитιиσ)#(Valentino and Angel Dust - Fluffytoughie)#(Valentino ♡ Angel Dust)#cw coercion

4 notes · View notes

somnoflesh · 1 year

Text

“That’s all for today, enjoy the rest of your evening.” Mr. Emmerich calls the class to a close. The students shuffle out one by one.

“Ah-ah, not you. Stay.” He gestures at a female student, Clarice.

“Oh- uh. Yes, sir.” She nods and walks to the desk, apprehension on her features.

“It’s alright, get that look off your face. You're in no trouble with me.” He laughs and walks to close the door as the last student leaves. Clarice watches close as he locks the door, as he always does when they're alone.

“How have you been, Victor?” He leans against his desk, eyes on his student.

“I've been doing alright…thank you.” His tensed shoulders drop with relief, he slumps forward from exhaustion. “I think so, at least.” He adds.

“Good, good. That's good to hear.” Mr. Emmerich nods his head and smiles.

“But you know, I don't like when you lie to me.”

Victor snaps his head upward, “Huh? I didn't—” Mr. Emmerich interrupts, “You just did. Is it that boy I keep seeing skulking around you? Is he bothering you, at all?” He pesters.

“No- Eric? Are you talking about Eric? No, no. He’s fine. He hasn’t done anything, we just talk. That's all!” Victor pleads, confusion clear in the changing tones of his voice.

Why is he acting like this? Mr. Emmerich’s never been so pushy. Why’s he so worried about his friend?

“You seem so quick to tell me it’s all small talk. Is that all it is? Is all he does distract you from my class?” Mr. Emmerich grips the edge of the desk and scoffs, “I should know what goes on in my own classroom. I know everything. I know everything about you.”

“I’m not sure what you’re implying here?” He takes a step back and vaguely waves his hands around, trying to conjure up thought with them.

“I lie for you everyday, you know.” He pushes himself from the desk and closes their distance.

“I treat you like a young lady in front of your peers. I tell your parents how you’re a good girl for me in class and I’ve no complaints with you. I do that because you asked that I lie. I lie because you want me to. So why are you lying to me, of all people?” His heated words come all at once, Victor can only produce sparse sounds as he tries to say something, but nothing does. It doesn’t feel real. What did he do? What did he do wrong?

“He doesn’t know, does he? That Eric boy. I’m the only one who knows you. I do what’s best for you and your happiness and I would like some reciprocation for all I’ve done for you.” Mr. Emmerich holds Victor still by his shoulders.

“You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you? That’s what you want isn’t it?”

Victor grabs his arms and tries to tug them off but he just digs his fingers into his shoulders harder, causing a wince from the student.

“Please stop it, I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry. So please stop it!” He keeps tugging and eventually breaks the grip and backs away again only to be grabbed again and pushed against the desk. It knocks the breath from Victor, he wanted to scream but he couldn’t feel it come from his throat nor gut.

“Nobody knows you but me, Victor. But maybe they will. I’ll tell them. I will tell your lovely mother & father about your little boy fantasies and see what they think. Their little girl Clarice plays as a little boy with her favorite teacher. What would they think?” He seems to smile again, but it scares Victor. It made his skin crawl. He hits his chest and tries to shove him off as he whines, “You can’t do that! You said you wouldn’t— you can’t do that they can’t know about it! Why are you acting like this? Why?”

“You’ve always been my favorite. You were a pretty girl who loved my lectures and you loved the work. You always listened. Do you know what I felt when you confided in me and only me? It was exciting.” He holds down Victor’s hands onto the desk.

“What? …what?” Victor sputters and squirms, he doesn’t know how to process the words flowing through his ears. He can only ask again and again, why?

“Be still.” He lets go of his hands and presses them either side of the student, leaning his forehead onto his. He can feel the slight cold sweat of Victor’s brow.

“Please. Please leave me alone.” He whispers like a prayer to himself and shifts his head to turn to the ground and shuts his eyes tightly.

Mr. Emmerich takes this none too kindly, though. He slides his hand from a brief touch to his leg to his face to tap lightly under his chin, “Look at me.” He asks gently, at first.

Victor doesn’t listen. Mr. Emmerich grabs his chin and forces him to face him. “Look at me.” He seems to growl out, his brow knitted tightly.

Victor opens his eyes and looks. He can’t stand to look at him anymore. It makes him sick in the deepest part of his stomach and it tightens his throat.

“Good…that’s a good boy. That’s what you like to hear, isn’t it?” He caresses his cheek, his other hand holding onto his knee to push so he can allow himself to stand between his legs. His long uniform skirt rustling and sliding up in small portions. Just enough to make Victor feel a chill run across him.

“I’ll take a kiss just for today. That will be my reward for doing what you want. You can do that much, can’t you?” Mr. Emmerich questions with another light tap under Victor’s chin to direct attention.

“If you’ll…if you’ll leave me alone.” He bargains with him, pitifully.

Mr. Emmerich neither takes or rejects the terms. He leans in and kisses him. Hand grazing from his shoulder to his side, other pressing against the desk to hold himself in place. Victor slides his hands back to keep himself upright, refusing to touch him anymore than he touched him.

Mr. Emmerich attempts to get more than a shallow peck before he knows Victor isn’t kissing him in return.

“Kiss me back. Now.”

He complies.

No matter how ill it made him feel. He couldn’t do anything, though, could he? That’s what drained the fight from him all the more. He’s just a simple girl always meeting with her favorite teacher after every other class. Eric told Victor some classmates thought Clarice was giving favors to Mr. Emmerich for good grades. He assured Clarice he didn’t think they were true, but she could see the look in his eye. Victor could see the look in his eye.

#cw age gap #teacher whumper #student whumpee #teacher/student #cw dubious consent #cw coercion #original fiction #oc #intimate whumper #transman whumpee #cw transmisia #cw deadnaming #male whumpee

7 notes · View notes

dca-prompts · 7 months

Text

( connected to https://www.tumblr.com/dca-prompts/730252448863862784/implied-character-death-sun-x-moon-the-moon TW for manipulation and coercion)

Sun sighed quietly to himself, clutching the bat in his hands tightly. ‘It’s just this one kid.. just do this &.. & she’ll fix him’ he thought to himself, hearing the kid talking to one of the glamrocks.

He made the deal, a life for a life, he wasn’t going to back out of it now. Even if, deep down, he didn’t want to. He thought about how things would be. Only one of the glamrocks would know he did this, and he’d get his moon back .

As soon as he thought the kid was close enough, he ran out from behind the corner & swung the bat in his hands at the kid, Striking the metal shelves against the wall, just barely missing the kid’s face.

The animatronic, which Sun could now identify as Monty, had to quickly grab the child and pulled him away.

With thinking, Sun ran at the two, raising the bat above his head and bringing it down, striking one of Monty’s arms which protected the kid.

Without warning, Sun was sent to the floor, Monty’s tail having swept him off his feet. Sun rushed to his feet, only to see that Monty and the kid had disappeared.

“N-no.. I- I almost… No, I can’t give up… I- I just want him back…” Sun said to himself, trying desperately to hold back tears. He knew what could happen to moon if he didn’t do this.

Reluctantly.. Sun gave chase, trying to figure out where the animatronic had taken Vanny‘s soon to be victim.

He HAD to do this.

Because if he didn’t

She said she’d dispose of him

#submission #dca prompt #dca fandom #(scenario prompt)#cw manipulation #cw coercion #cw violence

6 notes · View notes

scoobydoo-andnancytoo · 1 year

Text

Reading Secrets Can Kill but I Share My Every Thought Chapters 9-13

- big anticipation built in the end of the last chapter w "confrontation is imminent" and then nancy is just like "there's no one there" immediately, v exciting - "this tape will never win an Oscar but it's the most interesting movie I've ever seen!" i know the author felt soooo clever for that one - Connie is a shoplifter !!!!! and stole the bracelet and i wonder how they went from jewelry thief to Girlboss Judo Champ - Hal stole SAT answer books and do they even keep those in schools? maybe they did but def not anymore so thats interesting - they're theorizing that Jake gave Hal the idea to steal the SAT answers to blackmail him later bc he would've had to set up the cameras in advance to catch him doing it on tape - Nancy's dad surprised her w the Ford mustang gt convertible she wanted so she's prob at least a LITTLE bit grateful Jake cut her brakes

- she tells nancy ab the blackmail tape and he has a blank look on his face which she mistakes for being too stunned to react, no girly he just doesn't want you to find out what Jake was blackmailing him with!!! - she basically tells him where the tape is !!!!! bad move girl bad move !! - still can't get over her describing daryl as sexy im sorry - nancy sprinkles in smth ab Hal doing essays for jake in convo w him - she asks him for SAT advice too "how'd you do that? or is that a secret" - he's WAY too nervous and scared of her bringing it up to be a murderer imo but also he might think nancy is going for Blackmail pt 2 - she's basically confronting everyone ab their blackmail stuff trying to be a lil subtle and w walt she brings up Jake and him telling her ab it and he is NOT happy ab it - nancy thought walt was gonna hit her for a sec omg maybe he is on roids after all - NANCY MENTIONS JUDO!!!! she's done Judo classes and that's where they take it from ig :) - Jake knew Connie was a lil shoplifter bc her getting caught taking a jacket was in her school file for w/e reason - Connie was gonna RETURN the bracelet but he made her wear it and then took it himself - she's like "he made me do everything he asked" and then shudders and says "everything" again and i don't THINK they'd put him blackmailing her for sexual favors in a nancy drew book but it sure feels implied - Connie is devastated that nancy thinks she might have killed him but Walt is def the most likely suspect of the 3 she's looking at - daryl insists on seeing the tape, prob to make sure he isn't on it - they start kissing on her couch while the tape is running and i wonder if he kissed her so he could keep his eyes on the tape while she's distracted - nancy gets caught making out w daryl by bess and george and then IMMEDIATELY after he leaves Ned calls 🤭 - he's all "I miss you" and nancy is like "me too" liar - she's so funny like ohhh daryl is exciting but ned is the one i love, i hope he doesn't know - but then she throws a "wasn't he?" at the end of Ned being the one she loves !!!!!!!! she's gonna be so disappointed in daryl "treason" gray once she knows - nancy left the tape running while she and daryl were making out and bess and george are gonna turn it off while she's on the phone so they'll prob catch the stuff ab daryl? - Ned is coming down from university to see nancy and he's all excited but nancy is going to the dance with daryl 😭 sorry her not telling him seems soooo shady with how she's talking and thinking ab this - yep george just did a "there's something you should see...." dw nancy your dating problem is about to be solved rq!!! - he goes to a diner called the red caboose to meet w a Shady Guy handing him an envelope so ig that's where they came up with Maxine's as a location - tbh the clips of him as nancy described it do not reveal a thing that i can tell aside from that he was doing smth shady which nancy agrees - nancy wondering if daryl was gonna kill her if he saw himself on the tape but hey girl look on the bright side!!! u can break ur date w daryl without issue - they're gonna investigate the places daryl went to try and figure out what was up with that - bess has a new bf Alan who's band is playing at the dance so im sure that'll be important somehow - the red caboose is right by a US gov building and uh i feel like in front of a US gov building fenced in as private property that prob has security cameras is Not where you should do your envelope hand-off with a shady character but what do i know, I've never committed treason before - im assuming it'll still be treason he's committing - the building is an air force defense plant "up to their arms in secrets" w blueprints for bombs and missile detection gadgets, i know Nancy's stomach hurts rn and it is def still treason - bess is trying to come up w other alternatives like "oh maybe he just started a private messenger service!" lol - he dropped the envelope off at a USSR building - searchlights then come from the building and a car is heading straight for Nancy's new convertible 😱 both her insurance and her dad will be SICK if she has a SECOND car crash in one book and this one is brand new too! - they veer away to try and get off the property and two men in black jumpsuits w guns jump in front of the car to stop nancy from getting away - this is so very comical to picture - she manages to get out of the property but now there's a High Speed car chase w an unmarked van after them - yep car crash pt 2 lmao her dad is gonna be sooooooo pissed, tho i feel like they could've done smth more original here - now nancy goes thru the light while it's yellow and when it turns to red the villains chasing them stop for a sec and then run it which is so funny bc why wouldn't they. they're literally trying to kill you why would they stop ???? lol - nancy says smth ab where are the cops when you need them but then is glad they aren't there bc the diplomat would be fine but "nancy would have one of two option, blow her cover or get arrested, neither of which was very appealing" and firstly, still a good chance she'd get arrested anyways and also ?? i feel like she doesn't need the "regular high school transfer student!" cover anymore like girl you have 90% of what you need, the USSR people are after you whether they know you're a Girl Detective of not? - they get out of it by...going to busy pizza parlor and they're just casually getting food instead of idk calling the cops or Nancy's dad at least - i keep getting Carla Dalton and Brenda Carlton mixed up srsly they're so similar name wise and for what and now they're at the pizza place together - it's not daryls dad company secrets he's selling/courriering btwn the plant and the ussr building but still cannot get over that the defense guy giving away US military secrets does it right in front of the building like not even on the side of the red caboose or somewhere more secretive - bess is like "do you really think daryl would do something like that" about killing Jake and uh if he's involved in the selling of DEFENSE secrets and thought he was gonna get caught i think he'd be capable of that!!! - yep she's making a plot to get daryl to confess at the dance and yes it involves Alan somehow - this feels v much like a scooby doo trap setting moment 👀 - nancy asks george to come too and she's like "but i don't have a date!!" and nancy says she has one for her and george complains that she doesn't like blind dates. guys you're literally going to catch a murderer or at the very least a spy involved in treason. is that rlly what's important here???😭

#coercion cw #cw coercion #never thought id be tagging that in a Nancy Drew post #sorry guys this is a long one!#but im almost done #nancy drew #secrets can kill

5 notes · View notes