#nancy wheeler fluff
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Slumber Party Kissin'
Modern! Nancy x Fem! Reader Smut
Midwest Princess Series
AN: Heyo! So each one of these will be a one-shot based off of a Chappell Roan song and added to a Masterlist later! Please forgive me as this is my first ever time writing with Nancy!
CW: MDNI!!! mature, internalized questioning, unrequited? crush, first queer experiences, mentions of past relationships (Steve and Jonathan), use of nickname Angel, fem! reader (v) x Nancy, 69ing, oral (v), fingering, making out, boob play, etc
Even miles away in Manhattan, Nancy Wheeler had a hold on you.
You two grew up together, photos of the two of you, arms around each other, missing teeth. You whispered secrets to one another, sharing dolls. Nancy was your world. Until you complicated it.
You two shared everything. Right down to first kisses. You thought it was normal to giggle with a friend and kiss, ignoring the weird feeling of her braces behind soft lips. To play with and style her vanilla and coconut hair, the curls soft in your fingers. You whispered to one another how much you disliked boys, Nancy crying over how they stuck gum in her hair.
Hell, you even played Boyfriend and Girlfriend.
You only began to notice Nancy’s apprehension when you both befriended Barb.
Barb wasn’t grossed out by your bond anything, just seemed to joke about how people may perceive you as more.
Nancy stopped holding your hand. She stopped giving you soft kisses on the cheek.
You two stayed friends but drifted apart slowly, busy with your own lives.
Flash forward a few years and Nancy was in college and freshly broken up with her boyfriend and you were in the big city, free spirited. You were learning things, like how you loved the hustle and bustle but missed Hawkins small town charm. She had called your cell phone, voice warm and sweet as ever. Your heart clenched.
“Hey…I know we haven’t hung out in a while, but I’m in New York for an interview with the New York Post…”
“Nance, that’s awesome!,” You exclaimed, heart and mind begging her to come see you, your stomach twisting.
“Um, yeah…So I-”
“Did you need a place to crash, because- Sorry! My connection is so shitty, I-,” You started, heart racing.
“No, yeah! I would appreciate that! Yeah…you’re the best,” Nancy stated, a smile clear in her voice.
“Of course! Like old times, huh? We can make it like a sleepover!,” You grinned, heart threatening to escape its cage.
“Oh yeah! I’d love that! Thanks, angel,” Nancy said softly, before saying her goodbyes as your heart threatened to stop. You hadn’t heard that nickname in a while.
If you knew one thing, it was this: You had…feelings…for Nancy.
You loved her coconut and vanilla shampoo, the way she rolled her eyes when you said something ridiculous, her studious nature, and her blinding smile. She was smart, strong, and maybe a little too stubborn.
You’d suspected it, of course. For years. But you’d never been with a girl. Only a handful of boys had piqued your interest, and most of them… were less than stellar.
Nancy was a constant in your mind, more reassured than cicadas in the summertime.
You immediately sat up in your tiny studio apartment (all you could afford), and rushed out the door.
This had to be the best reunion ever.
When you finished, your apartment was decked out in pink string lights, snacks littering your kitchen counter, along with DVDs stacked up on your coffee table, and all the activities you knew Nancy would love. Face masks, friendship bracelet making, and your switch to play MarioKart (She always beat you).
You stared at the whole set up, proud of the progress, when a knock startled you. You answered the door, eyes wide at Nancy on the other side. She was still petite as ever, but her heels made her a little taller. Her familiar curls were shorter now, her makeup simple but…flawless. She smiled softly at you, blue eyes making your heart stop.
“Hey, Angel,” She said, reaching out for a hug.
You met her hug, melting into her arms and your face buried in her hair. There was that familiar scent, making your heart skip a beat. You pulled away after a bit, trying to will yourself to calm your heart, your face warm.
“Hey, Nance. Come on in, get comfy,” You ushered her in as she looked around, smiling.
“Wow, this is so cute! You didn’t have to go through all this for me,” She said, eyebrows pinched in a way that made you want to hold her hand. You refrained.
“Nonsense! It was fun, honestly,” You shrugged, smiling. You tried to will your eyes away from her lips, her lip gloss capturing the peachy color perfectly.
Shit.
You smiled and clapped your hands, turning around, desperately trying to ignore the stampede of elephants currently running laps in your stomach.
“Well…what movie do you wanna start off with? Mean Girls?”
Nancy and you were huddled under a blanket, currently suffering a sugar high and giggling over Regina getting hit by a bus. A bowl of popcorn rested between the two of you as you chatted, you seemingly playing off the desire to kiss the brunette next to you.
Nancy dug into the bowl, smiling.
“Ya know…Regina George is one of my women crushes,” She joked, eyes twinkling with humor.
You gasped, laughing, “Me too! Me too!,” You couldn’t stop the giggles coming out of your mouth.
“But honestly I’m kind of surprised…All American Sweetheart Nancy Wheeler, Investigative Journalist, Future Nobel Prize Winner…crush on Regina? I thought you’d say like, Cady or Janice…Maybe Karen. I can see you liking a bimbo,” You teased, dodging the popcorn Nancy threw at you in horror, pretty lips in an O.
“Hey! Look, I don’t support the way Regina acts…She’s just really gorgeous. And fashionable. Now for Karen…I prefer Amanda Seyfried in Mamma Mia. She’s super hot there…and sweet,” Nancy smiles, cheeks pink.
Your heart skips a beat, laughing softly. Nancy wasn’t a prude or anything, just a studious and goal driven person, her wit sometimes scaring you. Hearing her gush over girls when you experienced her own apprehension towards you two toeing the line both confused and made you perk up.
Would she maybe give you a chance?
But you were too scared to push it.
You and Nancy eventually wore yourselves out, passing out on the couch.
You woke up after her, the scent of cinnamon and coffee permeating your kitchen. Nancy, always being an early bird, had woken up early and made breakfast. You rubbed at your eyes sleepily, stretching and yawning, trying to shake off the cobwebs.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Nancy piped up, hands holding a mug as she smiled into the mug, eyes sparkling with that same sharpness you adored from her. She was dressed up and makeup simple yet elegant, as per usual. You’d almost forgotten she’d had an interview this morning.
You perked up a bit at her voice, her voice making the stampede of elephants take another lap in your stomach. You seriously needed to get this crush under control.
“Morning,” You piped up, standing up from your couch, stretching.
“So I thought maybe we could explore the city? I’d like to know the place if I get to stay here,” She says sheepishly, her cheeks pink. You felt your heart pick up speed as your cheeks burst into flames.
Nancy. In the city. Around you.
“Sure! Did the interview this morning go well?,” You questioned in the most casual tone you could muster, coming over and grabbing the mug of coffee she so fondly made for you, her remembrance of how you liked it making your chest feel tight.
“Yeah! I think I really impressed them with my past papers and the one I wrote for the Hawkins Post about the Mayor’s embezzling,” She grinned, her expression glowing.
“That’s awesome, Nance,” You smiled, walking around the counter to pull her into a side hug, your hands brushing her waist. You pulled away quickly, covering it with a cough.
“Um, we should celebrate,” You offer, trying to ignore the imagery in your head of Nancy by you, your hands around her waist, your lips on her…
Get a hold of yourself, dumbass.
You ignore the growing need in your belly.
“Yeah! Let’s!,” Nancy smiles, lighting up the entire kitchen.
You smile and let her know you’re going to take a quick shower and change, heading for your drawers and grabbing clothes before heading off to the bathroom, trying to not think of how she had smelled like your soap, clearly using your shower this morning before heading out.
Her lean and petite frame naked and…
You were gonna need cold water.
You and Nancy spent the whole day walking around and exploring, huddled together in jackets, the crisp New York air cutting through the fabric. You showed her Times Square, the Mysterious Bookshop (which of course she poured over, being the mystery lover that she was), Central Park and the Swedish Cottage Marionette Theater (you’d bought tickets in advance like a lovesick loser), and more. You’d ended the night by taking Nancy to a bar, buying her drinks in celebration.
Which is how you had ended up stumbling into your apartment, giggling, the two of you leaned against one another.
You were drunk, falling over yourselves as you sat on the couch and Nancy giggled, cheeks red and hair a mess.
“I can’t beli-lieve I punched that guy,” She slurred, grinning.
You grinned back just as dopey, giggling. “Yo-you were like my knight in shining armorrr,” You drawled out, hiccuping. You leaned against Nancy as she swayed on the couch a bit before standing up, leaving you to flop over.
“Where goooo?,” You sing-songed, the buzz in your veins making you flop around like a fish.
“W-ater…need..to give you,” Nancy mumbled, giggling as she overfilled a glass and it spilled into the sink. “Oops.”
She stumbled over to you, giving you the water, your mind still fuzzy as she stood and tilted your head up and poured the water in your mouth, the desire growing between your legs. You swallowed, cheeks burning.
“Y-you look out for me too much,” You slurred, voice soft.
Nancy flopped next to you, shrugging it off, drinking some of the water. You watched her throat bob up and down as she drank, the wetness beneath your legs pooling as you noticed her jawline and neck, wanting to mark the pale skin with purple and red bruises.
She set the cup down, turning to face you and eyes so intense you sobered up a little.
“Rem-ember when we useded to play boyfriend and girlfriend?,” She asked, voice still slurring slightly but softer.
You nodded, your throat feeling dry. Hell yeah you remembered it. Lips brushing Nancy’s neck, her own lips. Coming much closer to kissing than friends should. Sure, you were young, but you knew the implications. Later on in your early teen years, you two practiced kissing on one another, claiming you didn’t want to be bad at it. It was a giggly and silly sort of kiss, but led to more ‘practice’, you claiming to be nervous. You sort of lied, but Nancy never knew.
“I miss that,” She whispered, eyes staring at the couch as she played with the stray thread that seemed to escape the cushions. You gulped, heart threatening to stop. Your hands shook. You were sobering up quickly, still fuzzy but desire building.
“Y-yeah…Si-simpler times,” You managed to get out, your words stuck in your throat like honey. You turned to sit criss-cross, facing Nancy, your eyes taking in her long lashes and how she bit her lip. Fuck. You wanted to bite it for her.
She leaned forward, voice barely above a whisper as she looked down at your lap, hands fidgeting. “I n-never told you…but I think you were a better kisser than Steve or Jonathan.”
You laughed a bit, heat extending from your cheeks to your neck. “No way…I would always smile and giggle.”
Nancy giggled a bit, smiling and scooting closer, eyes still wandering before looking at you, clearly sheepish and still buzzed. “I mean, I’m sure you’ve improved. You’ve grown a lot.”
You felt your heart stop and your mouth run dry. You swallowed and smiled, trying to tame your flaming skin. “Y-yeah…Definitely more experienced..But nothing’s been crazy,” You joked, waving a hand off, trying to be careful to not cross the line.
Nancy nodded, letting a beat of silence cross before she piped up again. “H-have you ever…done anything…with…a girl?,” She questioned, brow furrowed, cheeks red. She seemed to fidget a bit, making your eyes glance at her chest, which was raising and falling rapidly, splotchy pink. You looked up.
“N-no. Bu-but I mean there’s a first time for everything, right?,” You joked, your stomach twisting and turning at Nancy’s sudden interest in your sex life.
“What about you?,” You asked softly. Nancy shook her head, chewing on her lips again before thoughtfully looking at you, face crossed with an expression you couldn’t read, brows furrowed and eyes guarded. “Wo-would you w-want to?” She bit her lip again, hand touching your calf.
You swallowed, eyes on her touching you. You whispered, your heart racing and the heavy beat loud in your ears. “I mean…maybe..”
She leaned forward a bit and seemed to sigh softly, her voice slightly shaking. “C-can we try…pretending…again? Ju-just…for old time’s sake.”
You felt your brain short circuit as your heart seemed to disappear into the floor, your eyes wide.
“Ye-yeah…I mean we’re tipsy and-”
Nancy cut you off with a bruising kiss, her plush lips capturing yours as you felt your breath get taken away, eyes fluttering closed as she grabbed your jaw with one hand. You kept kissing, breaking apart for air before she crashed back into you, your back hitting the couch as she loomed over you, elbows against the couch, a giggle escaping your lips as Nancy smiled against your mouth.
“Shh, I’m trying to impress you with my kissing skills,” She mumbled against your lips, a smile still on her face.
You were about to retort before she began kissing you more passionately. She licked your bottom lip, making you gasp and allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth, you softly moaning beneath her.
Your hands drifted up to around her waist, never getting enough of her soft skin. You pulled her in closer, the two of you pressed together. Your hands slipped beneath her top, rubbing at her sides and slowly inching her shirt up inch by inch. She finally sat up, straddling you and throwing off her top, her pale pink and lacy bra making you salivate. You reached up slowly as she bit her lip, nodding. Your hands brushed the fabric, your mind swimming with only thoughts of how intimate this was. You squeezed one breast, Nancy moaning softly before reaching around and undoing her bra, letting it fall loose, blush spreading from her cheeks to her chest. She shrugged off the bra, letting it fall to the ground before grabbing your hands, placing them on her bare breast, chewing on her lip as her blue eyes stared at you with want. You kneaded her breasts, playing with her nipples like you often would with yourself, hips bucking up at the erotic scene unfolding above you. Nancy rolled her hips against yours, moaning at the friction. You felt it too, the direct pressure against your aching core.
Nancy leaned down and continued making out, the two of you moaning against each other's mouths, rolling your hips against one another. Nancy eventually tugged at your shirt, mumbling against your mouth. “Off. Now.”
You moaned against her, tugging your shirt up and over your head as she pulled away, then reaching behind yourself and undoing your bra, shrugging it off quickly as she leaned down and took one of your nipples in your mouth, immediately making you arch your back and whimper beneath her. She didn’t abandon your other nipple either, nimble finger tracing the bud and pinching it softly.
“You feel so soft,” She whispered around your breast, licking the bud before nipping at it. She rolled her hips against yours as you bucked your hips up, moaning. She sat back up, cupping your breasts before pinching both of the buds and making you cry out, blue eyes staring at your chest. “So pretty…”
You reached up from your spot under her, tugging at her button on her jeans, whimpering beneath her as Nancy squeezed one of your breasts delicately before whispering softly. “Be patient, angel.”
She undid your button on your own pants, tugging them down your legs before tossing the pants away, staring at you for a minute, biting her lip. You felt heat crawl from your neck up your cheeks, aware of your nakedness as Nancy spread your legs gently, softly coaxing you. She stared at the wet spot near your center before looking at you, smiling softly.
“Guess I proved myself,” She said softly, making you hide your face in your hands, embarrassed at how easily she made you soak through your underwear. She pulled your hands away gently, tutting. “No, no. I wanna see those pretty eyes…”
She reached out her hand, her pointer finger rubbing your sensitive clit through the fabric, making you writhe beneath her. She hooked a finger into your underwear, eyes eager as she looked at you.
“Can I take these off?”
You nodded wordlessly, lifting your hips so she could remove the one barrier keeping you clothed. Nancy tossed the fabric to the side, staring at your cunt like it was a meal, licking her lips. Her gaze stayed at your dripping core, eyes dark with lust. “Ca-can I…I know I haven’t ever… but-” You cut her off by squeezing her hand that was holding your thigh, nodding. Words were escaping you.
She laid down fully, her soft breath so close that it made you shiver. She licked a stripe up your slit cautiously, continuing when she heard your whining. She kitten licked your clit a few times before sucking it into her mouth, shooting waves of pleasure through the bud. Your hands tangled into her soft curls, the usually tidy brunette waves now a mess. She folded your legs up against your chest in a gentle coaxing manner, humming against your cunt as you did so. She began alternating licking broader stripes and focusing on circling your clit with her tongue. She clearly was calculating which movements and flicks of her tongue made you pull at her hair more, being sure to keep the constant pleasure flowing. Eventually she pulled away from licking and sucking at your clit, moving one of her hands off to rub at the sensitive spot with her fingers, pulling whines from your throat, pleasure bubbling up in your stomach.
“So pretty…so much better than anyone I’ve ever had, angel,” Nancy practically purred, making you buck your hips up into her touch. She stopped for a bit to stare at you, reveling in how your pussy clenched around nothing,
“Nan...Nancy….,” You whimpered, pleasure numbing your brain, need seeping into your bones. “T-touch me, please…touch me…”
Nancy chewed on her bottom lip in thought, her breath hitching as you begged for any release. She stood up quickly, unbuttoning her pants and stripping down to nothing, barely giving you a chance to react to her pink lacy panties. She laid down on the couch, making you sit up and look at her confused. She bit her lip and stared at you, eyes making you shiver. “Come sit on my face, angel,” She coaxed you, swallowing down her nerves. You felt your heart speed up, cheeks hotter than hell, nodding.
You’d known from high school rumors that Steve loved the 69 position, and Nancy was a ‘quick learner’’. Of course this was before Steve grew and matured, becoming the sweet man Nancy befriended and children adored. But this fact intimidated you a bit. What if you sucked at this? You’d never-
Your thoughts were cut off with a soft slap to your thigh, Nancy’s tone firm and meaning business. “Hey, stop overthinking. Just sit.” She laid back down as you climbed on top, your core hovering over her face before her soft hands gripped your hips and pulled you down onto her mouth, immediately lapping at your dripping center. You laid down, opening her legs and starting simple by circling her clit, your hands clammy with anxiety. She moaned around your clit, driving you to continue before slowly lowering your head to her center, licking a tentative stripe, and moaning. Her mouth against you along with the taste of her cunt, nothing like the other people you’d ever slept with. You began licking stripes up and down, circling her clit with your tongue, your own hips bucking against Nancy’s face as you continued moaning against her own dripping cunt, your pleasure building. Nancy’s moan vibrating against your clit, driving you to suck more and wriggle your hips against her. She kept rubbing your thighs, so gentle yet breaking you apart at the same time. Eventually you both were rocking your hips against one anothers faces, moaning and whimpering echoing in the room. You felt that familiar build up, popping off Nancy’s clit obscenely and whimpering against her thigh, begging.
“Fuck…Baby, please, fuck, fuck, fuck-,” You whined out as Nancy pulled off you, those delicate fingers now thrusting in and out of your entrance while her thumb rubbed at your clit.
“You can let go, angel. Cum,” Nancy whispered, her stern tone pushing you to climax as you cried out, bones suddenly gone, somehow still rubbing at her clit until she moaned loudly, clenching around nothing.
“Fuck, angel.”
You stayed leaned against her, your breathing still shallow as you both panted, her softly caressing your skin and laying gentle kisses on your skin, trying to catch her breath. You felt her whisper against your thigh, voice meek.
“That was…better than the video I watched.”
You laid in silence for a moment, brain still fuzzy before you laughed a bit, realizing Nancy meant she had watched (and probably studied in earnest) some porn.
“Definitely.”
There was a beat of silence, the two of you comfortable and seemingly worn out for a second, before Nancy’s voice piped up below you.
“So…are you willing to try something else?,” She asked cautiously.
You scrambled up and sat across from her, admiring her naked body, her lean muscles and lithe stature. Your cunt clenched in lust again, your breath shallow.
“We do have all night-,” You stated, cut off by another bruising kiss that had you falling backward again.
Guess it’s true what they say…In New York, you can try many things.
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𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐍.𝐖.
nancy wheeler x female! reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a trip to murray's cabing changes everything between you and nancy. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6226
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), mention of alcohol, fingering, soft dom!nancy, oral, thigh riding, finger sucking, praise kink, use of petnames, dirty talk (let me know if i missed anything!) 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: we need more nancy wheeler x reader content on tumbrl!!! no beta read because who needs that anyway? (i definitely do but...you know?) also the ending is kind of rushed because i had to leave lmao
he raises his brow in surprise as you friendly decline the offer of sleeping in one bed with nancy.
"oh" you say. "oh no- we aren't- we aren't that- i mean...we're friends"
he huffs, leaning forward in his armchair, his elbows resting on his knees.
"now this is interesting..." he glares from you over to nancy, then back at you.
"you're telling me there isn't some secret thing going on between the two of you?"
you watch nancy from the corner of your eye, the question seemingly catching her by surprise.
before either of you can give an answer, he leans back again.
"well Y/N Y/L/N you are quite easy to read...always present, yet somehow you never fit in. some might say it is because you're insecure or...whatever girls your age might be. but I don't think that's the whole truth, or is it?"
you open your mouth, then close it again like a fish on land.
"you, Y/N, are different from all the others and you know it. you know you won’t fit it. you know you won't ever like a boy the way your girlfriends might, don't you? and this is why you keep a distance from everyone else in this world because, god forbid, what if someone finds out?"
you can hear nancy inhale sharply right next to you, but you are too focused on his words to care.
"you, however,” he turns to face nancy. "you are harder to read…" he nods slowly.
"but i think....i think I figured you out too...nancy wheeler you aren't that different from our lovely Y/N here, you know? well, you have been with boys, haven't you? but here is my theory-"
he inhales.
"you have been running your entire life. when things get messy, nancy wheeler is the first to run. but it's not just with others, you do it to yourself too. you run away from your own feelings, desperately trying to push them away. as if they'd vanish into nothingness as long as you just keep running"
you shoot a glare at nancy.
her eyes are wide, her nostrils flaring in the dim light of the room.
"you seek the comfort of some boy, am i right? thinking that the salvation of his arms will eventually drown out all of the other things that your heart is longing for. i just know there is one, i just need a name...what's his name, come on. what's his name?!"
"steve" you say. the name alone is enough to make your blood boil. "his name is steve"
"steve! you seek steve's comfort, love and maybe even validation because it might make it all go away. but nancy wheeler, it won't. and you see this is the difference between the two of you. Y/N is keeping her distance because she knows what she's feeling and she's scared other people will know it too but you...my god you just run away from it until your whole body is sore"
your heart is beating a mile a minute, thundering within your chest.
could he be right? he certainly was when it came to his assumptions about you.
"so..." he spreads his arms. "how was i?"
nancy jumps up from the couch fast -too fast.
"whatever you think you know" she nearly snaps, close to losing her temper.
"it's wrong. i will gladly take the couch. y/n can have the bed. now if you would just...leave us?"
you swallow the spark of hope that you've felt about the thought of nancy, secretly being just like you, and get up.
"where is the bedroom?" you ask, trying to ease the tension.
-
"nancy and girls" you sigh, as you sit down on the bed. "as if!"
you scoff, trying to push the thought away for another time, and lay down in the bed that is supposed to be yours for the night.
you very much know you'd be lying if you said the thought of it wasn't thrilling. you know you've liked nancy for a long time now -longer than you'd care to admit.
though you've always thought she was straight, well, until this very moment.
your desperate attempt of trying to escape the thoughts turns out to be unsuccessful as you find yourself tossing and turning relentlessly.
eventually, you sit up again.
you feel the urge to explain it all to nancy. to at least clear out whatever has gotten into her.
and even though you have no idea how to start, you move towards the door.
when you open it, the darkness of the night immediately spilling into your room, you are surprised to see another silhouette making its way through the living room -one you would recognize out of a million others.
'nancy?' you whisper, your fingers searching for the light switch.
once it's found, light floods the room, allowing you to see more of her than just a shadow.
her hair is put up messily and she's wearing her pajamas already. her arms are hugging her own body tight as if that would make the uncomfortable autumn cold go away.
'hey..'
'hi,' she replies, awkwardly stepping closer to you.
'look, y/n, about what he said earlier...i don't even know where to start but...'
'he's totally drunk' you interrupt, your face growing hot. 'that's all!'
she looks up, and something within her eyes, her big blue doe eyes, is different. you just can't place it yet.
regardless of that, she nods, a brief smile flashing over her face.
'yeah right? i mean he is so drunk...'
you quickly nod, fighting back the urge to bite your lower lip, as you always do when telling a lie.
he might have been drunk, but that isn't what this is about. it isn't the reason why he said all of those things.
'he totally was...' the silence that follows is nearly unbearable.
'i am...i am gonna go to bed now' you finally speak, your words cutting through the night like a knife.
'oh- yes sure'
'good night, nance'
you turn on your heel, not really waiting for an answer, to go back to bed.
'what the fuck y/n' you whisper to yourself once you have reached the safety of being behind closed doors.
you shake your head slightly before laying down again.
frustrated you turn off the light on your nightstand, a gesture that is supposed to be final.
just a couple of seconds later you switch it back on.
how is one to even think of sleep like this? and why did this guy, murray, have to bring this stuff up?
your head is spinning, filled with questions that need to be answered.
for the second time, you throw the thick blanket aside to sit up.
you feel so stupid, but the uncertainty is even worse. there is a bit of worry, too, because something, though you aren't entirely sure what it is, is clearly wrong with nancy.
the cold floor beneath your feet makes you shiver as you walk through the room.
once you’ve made your way to the door, your hand reaches for the doorknobs.
as you try to walk out of it, you notice that the lights are still turned on.
yet before you have the chance to focus on that, you crash into nancy, who is standing just a couple of inches away from your door.
her sudden presence takes you by surprise, yet the fact that she is standing as close to you as she currently is, causes your mind to go completely blank.
your eyes meet hers and the glance that is exchanged tells you more than a thousand words.
her pupils are blown wide, leaving little of the blue in her eyes. there is something else in her gaze, something you have never seen in her before.
almost a hunger for something and...
oh.
oh.
before you can question what exactly is going on, you feel nancy's lips on your own.
plump and pink, they're pressed against your skin and you can't help but return the kiss.
and as unsure and delicate as it might be, it rouses all the feelings you've tried to oppress.
the stolen moments of loving nancy in silence threaten to spill out all at once, all of that just because of a simple kiss.
you wonder what else nancy could do if this results from nothing but her lips on yours.
unfortunately, the sensation goes just as fast as it has come.
nancy takes a step back and stares up at you apologetically.
she's pounding and shocked by her own actions and all you can do is stare right back at her, surprised by the unsaid confession she has made.
she brings her hand up to her chest in what seems like an attempt to stop her heart from racing.
she stumbles backward too, as if in fear.
it is painful to watch her like this. as if you’d judge her -or even worse hate her- for kissing you.
too painful, you quickly decide.
so you go after her, follow her, and within two big steps, your chest bumps into hers.
carefully, you place a hand on her cheek, taking in the heat that's radiating from her skin.
'nance' you choke out.
then your lips are pressed against hers again and everything falls into place. you move quicker than your brain can comprehend but none of it matters.
her hands are in your hair and on your waist and her lips, god, her lips are the only thing you can focus on.
every inch of your skin is on fire at the feeling and the more your lips move together, the more confident you grow.
eventually, her tongue slips past your lips and the last bits of ice are broken into nothingness.
she nearly throws her body towards you, catching you by surprise as you manage some shaky steps back until hitting the door behind you.
nancy's lips never leave yours as she cups your face with both of her hands, the kiss growing more and more intense with every second that goes by.
you can feel the pad of nancy's thumb, gently caressing your cheek. you can feel the same breath the two of you are sharing, coming hot and heavy from her lips.
at the first small noise that erupts from the back of her throat, you nearly cry out, as you've been dying to hear such sweet noises coming from nancy's lips.
she must have noticed, as a steady flow of light moans and gasps escapes her lips.
eventually, you have to break the kiss, trying to catch your breath as you stare at her.
you are mesmerized, her lips puffy from the kisses you have shared.
'nance...' you whine, hating yourself for how desperate you sound.
'god nancy...'
she takes the hint, pushing you into the room and closing the door on your way in.
she takes advantage of your foggy state of mind and guides the two of you through the room, until the back of your knees hit the bed.
you gladly allow her to push you down onto the mattress but she eagerly follows, crawling over your body until her face lingers above yours.
her lips are slightly parted and shine in the dim light of the room. her chest rises and falls as her breaths come in short puffs.
you’re thankful that she has decided to take control over the situation. it’s pleasant but not surprising: nancy has always liked to be in control of things.
you reach out and brush the hair out of her face -a gesture to calm down both her and your own nerves.
your heart is beating a mile a minute and your mind is struggling to keep up with everything that is happening.
"what do you want nancy?" you whisper and bite your lower lip. she looks gorgeous, towering over you with a determined look on her face.
"i want you. all of you" she licks her lips. "if that's okay?"
"more than okay" you reply, nodding eagerly.
she leans back. "sit up"
you do as you're told, all of your limbs listening to nancy's command.
you sit up slowly, leaning against the headboard for support as you watch nancy straddle your lap.
you can immediately feel the heat coming from underneath her thin shorts. you mutter curses under your breath at the new feeling.
she takes your head in her hands, her thumbs massaging your cheeks.
"we don't have to do this okay? i don't want you to feel pressured or-"
"nance" you cut her off sharply. "i do want this"
you emphasize your point by placing your hands on top of hers.
"i want this so bad" your voice turns into a whine that you can't find the strength to feel embarrassed about. but if anything, it spurs nancy on.
she kisses you again, passionately and with purpose.
you fight back the urge to roam her entire body with your hands and choose to place them on her waist, giving her an encouraging squeeze.
the moment you part your lips, nancy's tongue slips past them again.
you moan into her mouth at the feeling.
you doubt that you would ever get tired of kissing nancy but she isn't done with you yet.
she yanks your head back and attacks your neck with kisses.
you can feel her sucking on your skin, right below your jaw, and that feeling alone is enough to let you see stars.
"oh god" you mutter.
nancy looks up at you to make sure what she's doing is alright.
"take off my clothes" you murmur, lost in the blue of her hungry eyes.
"gladly" she replies, already fumbling with the hem of your shirt.
you lift your arms, giving her easier access as she strips off the item and throws is across the room. you are not wearing a bra and, with the clothing gone, you find yourself topless underneath nancy wheeler.
she takes a moment to admire your body, her eyes looking at you in awe.
"you're beautiful" she finally speaks, all while unbuttoning her own shirt as well.
she's a tease, pushing each button through its hole slowly while never breaking eye contact.
"god nance" you groan with anticipation that makes her giggle.
the shirt falls loosely around her slender shoulders and she pushes it off of her body in a smooth motion.
it pools around her hips and you are face to face with nancy’s tits. she is, without a doubt, gorgeous and it takes everything within you not to put your hands all over her.
"you are stunning, nancy" you tell her, your fingertips ghosting over her back, moving downwards.
goosebumps start to rise beneath them and she shivers.
"touch me" nancy mumbles. her eyelids flutter close when your touch becomes firm on her back.
you allow your hands to wander for a bit before moving them to her chest.
you inhale sharply as your palms cup her breasts.
nancy lets out a breathy laugh at your reaction.
"like what you see?"
you nod, your mouth falling slightly open while you run your thumbs over her nipples.
nancy sucks in a breath, her back arching further into your touch.
"f-fuck" she mumbles and you smile.
if this is a dream, you find yourself thinking, please let me stay here forever. fortunately, it is not a dream. nancy is there, on top of you, impatiently straddling your lap.
without giving it any further consideration, you lean forward and put your mouth on her.
nancy shudders beneath your lips. her hands are immediately curling up in your hair in an attempt to pull you closer.
you place gentle kisses on her skin before wrapping your lips around her nipple, sucking carefully.
you’ve never done this before but nancy’s reaction confirms that she seems to like what you’re doing to her:
her head falls back and you watch her through thick lashes. she is completely blissed out, experiencing this much pleasure from nothing but your lips.
“oh” she breathes shakily.
your fingers dance over her ribcage, slowly moving further down, all while your lips never leave her chest.
but just when you reach the elastic of her shorts, she grabs your wrists and stops you.
you immediately release her nipple with a wet pop and lean back.
nancy's pupils are blown, giving her a dark look. it sends another heatwave straight to your center and you nearly moan at the sight of it.
"wait" she whispers.
"are you okay?"
she nods slowly. "don't worry, i just-"
blush creeps up her cheeks and you grin sheepishly. "it's okay" you reassure. "whatever you want"
"need you like this" she slurs.
you raise your brows at her. "like what?"
but she's already shifting her body, leaving her straddling just one of your thighs.
you can feel her hot center against your exposed skin, her heat soaking through the thin layer of fabric.
"i want to ride you" she admits in one shaky breath. "is that okay?"
god, you know you want nothing more than for nancy wheeler to make a mess on your thigh.
"yes please" you place your hands on her hips. "you can do whatever you want to me nance"
the confession slips past your lips before you can comprehend your words. but nancy doesn't seem to mind: it even turns her on further.
"yeah?" she mumbles against your lips and, to test the waters, rolls her hips against you for the first time.
her center creates a delicious kind of friction that runs through your entire body.
your fingers tighten around her hips which she takes as a sign to move faster.
"fuck" nancy groans “you’re so good for letting me ride you like this” she presses her lips against yours.
the kiss is uncoordinated, all tongue and teeth while nancy never stops rutting against you.
she reaches out to grab the headboard behind you for support, caging you in between her arms. you wouldn’t mind dying like this, suffocated by the magic that is nancy wheeler.
the friction between your bodies gets more fiery as the seconds pass by and you can’t stop your hips from bucking upward im sync with nancy’s slow rolling.
you stare up at her. her eyes are shut tightly and her head has fallen back. her lips are parted and a steady stream of quiet moans is coming out of them. she looks like a mess.
a beautiful fucking mess, all because of you.
"yeah" you encourage her and her eyes fly open to look at you. "just like that nance"
feeling especially bold, you ground her against yourself, once, twice.
her eyes roll back and the loudest moan so far leaves her mouth.
god, more of that, please.
as she gets off on your thigh, an idea occurs to you: her tits are bouncing right in front of your eyes, her nipples still glistening from your previous actions.
you kiss the valley between her breasts before working on her left breast. you flick your tongue over the hardened nipple harshly and nancy moans again.
"fuck y/n- feels so good! you’re doing such a good job” her voice sounds breathless and high pitched but there is something firm about it. like she’s still the one in charge.
nancy’s praise goes straight to your center.
your hands cup her other breast and give it a squeeze.
"god" she keens. "god, fuck- please don't stop"
you would not dare to stop. not when you can feel her cunt throbbing against you through her pants. not when she's holding onto that creaking headboard for dear life. not when this whole sight is making you wetter than you've ever been all your life.
so, naturally, you just keep going.
after a couple of minutes, the only noise that is filling the room is the one coming from between nancy's legs.
the delicious sounds of her arousal, being dragged over your thigh by the force of her hips.
her eyes have fallen shut again but she's closing them tightly now. squeezing them together with a concentrated look written over her face.
you can tell, right then and there, that she is close. her breath is becoming shorter with every exhale and her movements are faster than they have been before.
"'m close" she mutters through gritted teeth. "y/n please, so close-" the headboard gives another concerning creak.
the sensation and heat of the moment are becoming too much and not nearly enough.
nancy reaches for the back of your head with one of her hands and yanks you back, away from her sensitive breasts. your gaze instantly meets hers.
“kiss me” she groans.
you follow her order immediately, pressing your lips to hers. you drink every noise that comes from nancy’s throat, take in every moan and whine that she can’t oppress.
you can feel her on your leg and you don’t even have to look at it to know that she’s incredibly wet.
your teeth graze her lower lip at the same time you flex your muscle against her at and that is all it takes.
"gonna cum, gonna cum" she cries out.
her movements stutter and you take the opportunity to move her against you by the hips.
nancy throws her head back, her curls framing her face perfectly. her mouth has fallen open and her eyes have rolled back.
her body goes completely rigid as her orgasm washes over her.
"fuck" she cries out loudly, not stopping her movements just yet. you let go of her, allowing her to ride you mercilessly but at her own pace.
the room felt cold before, but that seems to be long gone. you can feel a thin layer of sweat of your forehead and hot puffs of nancy’s breath on your skin.
nancy, who is still cumming on top of you. her orgasm ripples through her in waves and she’s grinding down desperately.
“y/n” she manages. “look at me”
your eyes meet hers. her mouth hangs open, her chest heaving rapidly. you can’t help but take pride in that. you are the one who made her look like this.
she slows down, her clit too sensitive for any further stimulation.
once she has ridden out her orgasm, her limbs begin shaking against you.
"hey nance" you spread your arms and she immediately understands. with her body slack, she drops against you, but you gladly let her.
you wrap your arms around her and she places her head on your chest.
her hand finds yours and she reaches for it in an instant. you smile at the feeling of her fingers linked with yours.
there is no place in this world you would rather be right now.
"thank you" she murmurs hazily.
you press your lips to her temple.
"do you need something? water? a blanket?"
she shakes her head. "just you. for now."
you nod because you know she's right. nancy wheeler is all you ever needed in life.
after a while, nancy untangles herself from your sweet embrace. you raise your brows at her but she just smiles, takes you by the shoulders, and pushes you down into the pillow.
"woah nance" you laugh. "we don't have to-"
she cuts you off. "i want to. if that's okay?"
you don't need to be asked twice. of course you want nancy, considering the wetness that's still pooling between your legs, you actually need her. desperately.
"it's more than okay" you lean up to meet her lips halfway.
you moan against her lips as she parts them for you. she takes her time kissing you, exploring every inch of your mouth as her hands pin you down.
making out with nancy is pure bliss but, by the way your hips buck up involuntarily, you know you need more than that.
nancy hums against your wet and plump lips. "what do you need?"
"please" it's barely a whisper. "touch me"
her hand moves down your body, all the way down to the hemline of your pants.
your whole body shivers at the contact and your hips buck into her hands.
"shhh" she whispers. "don't worry. I'll take care of you”
you nod and she strokes your cheek gently before leaning in to kiss your earlobe.
the sensation of her breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine.
her lips are right next to your ear as she whispers: "take your pants off”
you moan and nancy chuckles. "so needy for me?"
you can't help but nod enthusiastically.
"you sound so pretty when you moan" she continues. "i wanna hear more"
you flick the buttons of your pants and pull them down your legs before kicking them off the bed, leaving you in nothing but your panties.
nancy's hand returns to your lower half and she lets her trimmed nails slightly scratch down your belly. she watches you with careful eyes, taking in each one of your reactions.
then, finally, she reaches your panties.
"are you sure this is okay?"
"yes" you breathe. "yes, yes. just please touch me already"
she grins and her fingers finally crawl below the waistband of your underwear.
your eyes flutter when you feel her hand cupping your core. her palm is warm against you.
her lips part and she gasps when she moves a single, delicate finger down to your entrance.
"you're so wet for me" she mumbles, her voice sounding genuinely surprised.
she collects some of your wetness on her digit and brings it up to your clit, drawing small circles around it.
"fuck" your legs violently shake underneath her body and you nearly choke on a moan. "fuck nancy"
"does it feel good?" she asks with a smirk plastered over her face.
of course it feels good. how couldn’t it?
"y-yeah" you mutter.
"good" she whispers and removes her fingers.
"nancy-" you whine at the loss.
but the brunette leans back and brings up her hand in front of your face.
her fingers are glistering in the dim light of the room. you can see a string of your own arousal between her middle and ring finger as she experimentally spreads them apart.
"you made such a mess" she bites her lip. "such a pretty fucking mess. and i didn’t even touch you yet…”
her dirty talking does things to you that you have never experienced before. if she talks for long enough, you fear you might actually come undone.
"can you clean it up for me?" she questions, her clean hand moving under your chin to lift your gaze.
nancy stares down at you expecting an answer and you feel like putty in her hands.
"y-yeah" you rasp.
"good girl" she murmurs and you clench around absolutely nothing.
"fucking hell, nancy"
"too much?" she asks, sudden worry written all over her face.
you shake your head immediately. "god no. it's perfect. you're perfect"
she smiles, then brings up her fingers and moves them along your lower lip.
“open up” she murmurs.
you don’t need to be told twice.
you’ve never tasted yourself before, the thought has never even occurred to you before. but now, with your wetness coating nancy’s beautiful fingers, there is nothing holding you back.
you can feel your own wetness coating them, but you can't bring up the willpower to be disgusted by it. not in the slightest. you want this more than ever.
your lips part and nancy inhales sharply as you take her fingers into your mouth.
you taste salty, with an edge of sweetness and something that is entirely your own. it makes you moan around her.
the brunette watches you through half lidded eyes. she can tell you’re enjoying this by the way your eyes roll back as she explores your mouth.
your legs tremble when nancy pushes them further into your mouth.
"god" she groans as she watches you. "fuck, y/n, you look so pretty like this"
you swirl your tongue around her fingers, sucking off the last bits of your arousal. but it doesn’t end here.
nancy crooks her finger inside of your mouth, hooks them right behind your front bottom teeth and pulls your mouth open slightly.
all you can really focus on is the way she’s pressing down on your tongue.
you hum around a mouthful of wetness, licking her digits clean. to give her an extra show, you move your head as you lick over them.
nancy strokes your hair out of your face to get a better look at you and smiles.
eventually, she removes her fingers from your mouth.
"i need to taste you" she mumbles absentminded as she stars at her wet hand. "are you okay with that?"
the thought of nancy's head between your thighs is dizzying. you never had someone going down on you before but, secretly, you always wondered what it would feel like to get fucked mindlessly by someone else's tongue.
just that until this moment, no one ever offered to actually do it.
"please do" you whisper.
that's all nancy needs. she pushes you down and starts kissing your torso.
she's taking her time to give your breasts equal treatment to what you have given her before: sucking your soft skin into her mouth and leaving a generous amount of marks before swirling her tongue around your nipples.
when her lips begin to move lower, you instinctively open your legs for her, bending them at the knees.
you lean your head back in anticipation and look up at the ceiling above.
so this is actually happening.
your cheeks flush when nancy hooks her thumbs under the waistband of your panties. the thought of her actually seeing all of you makes you nervous.
but when she tilts her head you give her a firm nod.
she pulls them down slowly, giving you time to stop her in case you'd change your mind.
and then they're gone.
you are in bed, completely naked and with nancy wheeler towering above you.
you can't help but feel the slightest bit exposed and close your legs.
but nancy places her palms on top of your knees.
"don't" she whispers. "don't hide from me. you're gorgeous"
you allow her to push your legs apart again, her eyes grazing downward as she does so.
you don’t miss the way she licks her lips when her stare reaches your pussy.
"keep your legs open for me, okay?"
you nod and she moves to lay in between them, her face just inches away from your pussy.
"god" she groans. "fuck y/n, you’re so fucking wet for me"
your eyes roll back in your head as her breath hits your exposed clit.
nancy notices and raises her brows, surprised at how badly you seem to need her.
"please" you mouth, unable to form a proper sentence.
and who is nancy to deny a pretty girl like you?
her head dips in between your thighs and just a second later you feel her tongue on you. a shuddered breath escapes your lips as she licks through you, collecting your wetness on her tongue.
the feeling is different from anything you’ve ever known. it’s so much better. her velvet tongue moves through you as if she knows exactly what to do and where to touch you.
nancy herself lets out an obscene moan at the very first taste of you.
“you taste so good” her dark tone is almost unrecognizable.
she then licks upward, moving the arousal she has gathered up to your clit.
she kitten licks over your bundle of nerves, her palms pressing against the soft flesh of your thighs to spread you open for her.
you grip the sheets beneath you. the feeling of nancy's tongue on you is enough to make you cum right then and there and for a second you're afraid that might actually happen.
"nancy" you moan. her name falls from your lips like a prayer, over and over again. “nancy, fuck-“
her tongue circles your clit, right before her lips wrap around it. your hips jerk into her face over and over and not even nancy's hands on your waist can steady you.
“oh my god” you gasp.
the sheets beneath you are no longer enough. your hands reach for nancy’s curls and you pull her closer to you. she hisses at the sharp tug you give her hair but the noise turns into a pleased hum when she notices what you’re doing.
you already know you won't last long like this, but when nancy begins stroking through you with her middle finger, you’re genuinely afraid that this might just be your very end.
your back arches off the mattress im a beautiful bend while she carefully works a single finger into your throbbing cunt. she barely meets any resistance at all, with how wet you are.
feeling her inside you takes things to a whole new level: her fingers are longer than yours and she’s buried knuckle deep inside of your pussy, reaching depths you were never able to reach on your own.
she keeps it still and leans back to make sure this is not taking it too far.
“please” you plead. “fuck me with your fingers already”
the sob that erupts from you the second she moves inside of you for the first time is hardly human anymore.
the sensation of her fingers thrusting into you and her lips around your clit has you seeing stars.
it’s so much, so good and not nearly enough.
“more” you beg. “please nancy, more- i need more”
you roll your hips with every thrust of her finger and you can feel a second one toying your entrance.
you don't mind at all, far too blissed out to care. in fact, this is exactly what you wanted.
the delicious feeling of being stretched out only turns you on further when her ring finger pushes into you.
she slowly pumps them in and out of you, drawing obscene noises from the in between if your legs.
you squirm wildly on the bed, your knuckles turning white from the strong grasp you have on her hair.
you briefly register the flutter of your walls around nancy’s fingers, the way it’s getting harder for you to keep your legs open.
"nancy, nance, I'm close" you whine, feeling the build-up of your orgasm in your lower abdomen.
she growls against you, determined to make you cum.
she pumps her finger into you, the base of her knuckles pounding against your skin and her tongue not once stops flicking over your clit.
your breath hitches as she hits the spot inside of your that makes you scream, moving both of them in a “come hither” motion against you.
"nance" you say. it is somewhat of a warning. "nance, god, yeah just like that-"
your cunt squelching against nancy's fingers and your eyes roll back as she pushes you over the edge.
"you're gonna make me cum- nancy you’re gonna-“ you moan, right before your climax washes over you.
and then you cum. hard.
the orgasm completely shatters your body and all nancy can do is flatten out her tongue so you can ride it out.
your hands on her are the only thing grounding you to this earth.
your hips buck into her face uncontrollably and you bring up a hand over your mouth to hold back the scandalous moans.
nancy continues to fuck you through your climax, and you can feel your arousal flowing out of you.
your muscles twitch and your hips slow down. you wince at the overstimulation over her tongue lapping over you.
“‘s so much” you slur and all stimulation stops at once.
you look down to find nancy already looking up at you. her face is ruined.
your arousal is dripping down her chin and her hair is a mess. she has a smile on her lips nonetheless.
"god y/n you're so beautiful" nancy whispers.
you let out an airy laugh, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you.
“i’m gonna remove my fingers now, okay?” she asks, her voice impossibly gentle.
you nod and she slowly pulls them out of you. you sob at the loss of being filled by her.
“shhh” she hushes you. “it’s okay, i’m here y/n.”
she moves up to you, careful not to accidentally put her weight onto your shaking body.
"are you okay? was this okay?"
you nod, unable to form a proper sentence yet.
“i’m gonna get water for us” she informs you but you stop her.
“stay” you whine. “just…for a little bit”
a sweet smile creeps up her cheeks and she gently carcasses your neck.
“of course” she speaks calmly. “of course. i’m staying here”
you try to sit up and she immediately reaches out to help you.
you love this and you might just love nancy too. you know you can’t tell her that, not yet at least. but when she lays you down on her chest and wraps her arms around you, you know you want to stay like this forever.
“promise me you’ll stay?” you mumble sleepily.
nancy smiles.
“i promise”
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Could you do a Dom Nancy wheeler x sub f!reader smut where reader gets in trouble or something like that
• This intrigues me! I like writing about Nancy and I think I won't mind writing something about it 😗 Let me know if i satisfied your request!
Mommy's Rules
Nancy Wheeler x Reader
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Anger pervaded you and you preferred not to interact with your girlfriend, avoiding arguments with her too. She noticed, and Nancy saw fit to remind you who's in charge.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18!!SMUT!!!MDNI!!! Lesbian sex, fingerings, mommy kink, praise kink, begging, degradation, spanking, orgasm denial, pet names (good girl, princess etc...), cunnilings, fem!sub!reader, slightbrat!reader, use of Y/N, Dom!Mommy!Nancy, slight aftercare.
𝐀/𝐍: I hope I have satisfied your request. I don't consider myself a great smut writer. Sorry for my english this is not my native language. Please support and reblog. Hope you enjoy this one! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)
You slammed the door as soon as you entered the house. Darkness reigned in your apartment, which makes you understand that your girlfriend wasn't home either. You had just gotten home from work and you would have preferred not to go at all this morning. Your boss did nothing but give you things to do every single day and you were seriously reaching the limit of your tolerance. You were the best in your course, you were determined and willing to work. You liked your job, even your colleagues, they were very friendly but your boss was a pain in the ass, making your day a real shit.
You threw everything on the floor, not caring about the mess you left and went to the bedroom, throwing yourself dead weight onto the soft mattress.
You were seriously tired and your nervous system was through the roof. You were pissed at the world and you knew you wouldn't have mercy on anyone today. Nobody had to give you trouble today. After a couple of minutes you fell asleep feeling your mind detach from the heavy reality eliminating all the negative thoughts of that moment. Silence was your soundtrack but it was quickly interrupted by the sound of the front door opening “Y/N?”.
Fuck. You thought. Nancy just got back.
Your girlfriend, like you, was at work but strangely returned incredibly early. Normally you would have preferred the presence of your sweet girlfriend next to you reassuring you that everything will be fine and that she will always stay by your side. But no. Today you didn't have this sweet fantasy "They discharged me from work early today" she revealed as you heard her voice echo throughout the apartment.
You knew very well that soon you would unleash hell, not that you were mad at her, but you had to relax without anyone present, not even Nancy. You didn't want to tell her things you didn't mean and you certainly didn't want to throw all your anger on her. "What mess did you leave on the floor, darling?" She noticed your things as you heard her head towards the bedroom, finding you lying on your stomach.
"Darling, are you okay? Were you sleeping?" She asked kindly and if you weren't so pissed off you would have hugged and cuddled her all day "What do you think?" Your tone was sarcastic and Nancy seems to have noticed that note of anger towards her "Do you want to tell me what happened? Do you want me to bring you something?" It was unbelievable how patient she was, and you were considering changing your attitude given her kindness. But you wanted to take a risk.
"No! Leave me the fuck alone! I don't want anything" You lifted your head from the pillow looking at her figure. Fuck, she was so beautiful...but her gaze changed and for a moment you stopped breathing. You were getting into trouble.
"Make sure you tone it down with me Y/N" she warned you as she headed into the living room putting down her jacket, you gritted your teeth saying fuck off the consequences "Oh yeah? Or what? Don't challenge me today Wheeler" silence fell for a moment and you got into a sitting position waiting for her response. Maybe I exaggerated? Maybe she was offended? You started thinking feeling guilty. Every now and then you knew how to be exaggerated and maybe you took it out on others for no specific reason just to vent your repressed anger. You knew it was wrong, but Nancy understand it and learned to accept this flaw in you, but what if you hurt her now?
You were about to say something when quick footsteps headed towards you almost making you jump. Nancy catapulted in front of you, slamming the bedroom door and turning on the lamp next to the nightstand. She looked at you with a stern look and then gave you a slap. You felt the burning sensation spread across your cheek and your eyes watered “You don't try to challenge me” you looked away as you held your burning cheek “We forgot good manners, huh?” She grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at her "You dare disrespect mommy?" You shook your head letting out a whimper. “Bend over” she ordered you seriously and you blushed “Nancy—”.
"I said, bend over. Get in that fucking position that rude sluts like you like" her dominant tone intimidated you making you clench your thighs together in excitement. You liked it when she took this tone, but at the same time it creeped you out, especially when it came to punishing you. You obeyed, getting into the classic doggy position. Nancy wasted no time in pulling down your pants revealing your black lace panties, her favorite. She cupped your ass cheek with one hand and spanked it, making you let out a soft moan. The spanking wasn't that hard, but it would be soon and that made you regret your previous responses towards her "I think you and I need to go over what the rules are a bit, don't you think darling?" She said and you heard the sound of her belt as she pulled it off. Now you would have suffered, entering a painful world that would leave marks on you for the next few weeks.
You couldn't go back, much less apologize now. Nancy wouldn't accept your apology. You nodded obediently and felt her hand on your skin again making you gasp "I didn't hear you" You raised your head looking in front of you where the window was closed by the curtains, while you could feel the thoughtful presence of your girlfriend behind you “Yes Mommy.”
"Good" she said in a low volume of voice and then adjusted the belt well on her hand "Now. You will tell me all the rules that your mommy made you memorize and every time you make a mistake we start over from the beginning, it's clear to you?" You bit your bottom lip. When you and Nancy entered the BDSM world of sex, everything was new to you, but when you implemented this role of mother you couldn't do without it, making it a bit of your lifestyle, then imposing rules that you would had to learn and absolutely respect. This drove you crazy and made you even wetter. You had never been a real brat, because you knew how strict Nancy could be and now that you were so disobedient you only expected one of the worst punishments.
“Yes Mommy” You said in a pathetic tone lowering your head looking at your hands buried in the sheets. “Now let's get started,” she warned and you took a deep breath.
Spank!
You let out a moan feeling the pain of the belt against your sensitive skin, but didn't give Nancy a response. “So? Do I have to start over?” You shook your head quickly “No please.” Nancy gave you another hard spank on your ass "Rule number one" she said and you wasted no time in responding "N-Never disrespect Mommy" You stammered "If you keep this up we'll end up sooner than you think, and if you be a good girl, mommy will make you cum" She offered and you nodded, already feeling your pussy getting exaggeratedly wet through your panties.
Spank!
The belt feels more painful than her hands “Rule number two” You whimpered gripping the covers “Don’t talk back to Mommy.”
“That was the rule that bitches like you were supposed to abide by” She replied to you in a contemptuous tone “I'm sorry—” She cut you off “I don't give a shit now about your apology. You had to be good before” she was right. Did you know what you were getting into and now you had the courage to apologize? No. You couldn't do it and you knew it.
Spank!
"Rule number three" the burning became more and more intense "N-Never lie to mommy."
Spank!
"Rule number four" your eyes began to shine again "Always listen to mommy" what perhaps you should have done when she asked you what you wanted in a patient and sweet tone, as if to tell you that perhaps there was no need to use such unpleasant and vulgar tones.
Spank!
“Rule number five” You felt your pussy throbbing “Do everything Mommy says” Nancy seemed amazed at how you were continuing without making any mistakes, given that the rules she had imposed on you were quite a few.
Spank!
“Rule number six” the leather belt started to leave red marks as your eyes started to water “Uh—Always ask mommy for everything.”
Spank!
“Rule number seven” your whimpers started to get louder and louder “Be a good girl for Mommy” You heard Nancy giggle “Just what you're not, aren't you slut?” You couldn't help it, you loved it when she treated you like that, telling you how stupid and disobedient you were that you deserved a severe punishment.
You went on at least nine more times until you reached the final three.
Spank!
“Rule number seventeen” you were seriously destroyed by the constant pain and burning that you were wetting the covers with your tears. Your head was now on the mattress leaving your ass in the air all red and sore "D-don't be a brat to Mommy."
Spank!
"Rule number eighteen" the last two were missing. You couldn't take it anymore "Respect mommy's punishments" you almost shouted it indicating to your girlfriend how exhausted you were from the continuous abuse on your ass.
Spank!
"Rule number nineteen" was the last one and you let out a moan expressing your relief "Never spit out mommy's cum" not that you didn't like it, you loved being spanked, but for nineteen times – actually, twenty, it was a real torture, especially if it makes you so needy.
“Good girl” She threw the belt down caressing your now red ass cheeks “Mommy please...” you begged moving your ass slightly “I don't know, do you deserve it?” She asked and you had lost your mind by now, you wanted her to fuck you the way you wanted "Yes yes yes, please Mommy" you were so stupidly needy that Nancy couldn't help but laugh at your complete submission. She pulled your panties down revealing your wet pussy now in contact with the cold air. Her fingers travel along your wet folds and then play a bit with your clit, inevitably making you moan with pleasure.
"Have you learned to behave now? Are you a good girl again?" She asked placing her now wet fingers around your needy hole “Yes mommy, I will be good I promise, I swear!” Nancy's hand now rested on your hip while the other dipped two fingers into your wet pussy making you roll your eyes as you whimpered again and again until her fingers picked up the right pace. The speed increased and your pussy tightened around her fingers stimulating that sweet spot inside you.
“Oh yesyesyesyes, mommy please— I need to cum” you begged, feeling yourself almost reaching your limit. Her fingers slipped away killing the beautiful feeling preventing you from coming leaving you shocked "No. You're not coming, not now" Nancy said throwing you completely onto the bed with your head resting on the pillows as your pussy was on display along with your ruined face from the mascara running because of the tears "Look at you, so ruined" she whispered, caressing your cheek "Mommy..."
“Shh…” she hushed you as she finally removed your pants and panties, easily opening your legs. Her fingers trailed up your thighs getting dangerously close to your crotch. You let a gasp escape your lips wanting her to do something "Don't be impatient" she said in a luxurious tone as she kissed your clit softly "I know mommy, b-but I want to cum, I need to cum" you said giving her a submissive look as she continued to place light kisses on your pussy, feeling your breath on it.
“You will come when I tell you” she ordered, burying her face between your legs tasting your wet pussy. You threw your head back as you left your mouth open not making a sound, but soon after you let out a moan as Nancy added her tongue "Mommy!—" you closed your eyes letting the passion of the moment lead you.
Her damn tongue on your pussy making you feel that annoying sting “Oh fuck—” you seriously had to come, but you knew you couldn’t do it without her consent. Your legs began to tremble noticeably as Nancy tortured your clit by sucking on it. You started to squirm "Stay still" she said "I need to cum, please please please mommy let me cum" You whimpered reopening your eyes letting some tears fall "No" she replied dryly but you couldn't accept this answer "I swear to you, I will always be a good girl, I promise, I will respect every single rule, I will never talk back to you again, please!" You almost cried as more moans left your lips.
Nancy continued sucking on your clit and licking it at the end "Will you be good?" She asked giving you a light kiss on your inner thigh "Yes Mommy!! I will always be good for you" you arched your back "Good girl. Come for your Mommy" you didn't have to be told twice, you came on her face as you dug your fingers into the covers. Nancy tasted some of your juice watching you catch your breath "Thanks mommy..." You started to feel slightly sleepy as your girlfriend got up to get something to clean you with.
After several minutes, you and Nancy were under the covers of your bed hugging each other as silence reigned between you. Next time you would have directly asked to be fucked rather than punished.
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𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 [n.w.]
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you and nancy are hanging out in her room when you ask her if she’s ever touched herself before. she shakes her head. that’s when you offer to show her how.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | nancy wheeler x afab!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut—dry humping, fingering, mutual masturbation.
𝐰𝐜 | 1.4k+
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | nancy & reader are assumed 18+, this takes place her senior year
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You flipped the pencil in your hand as you stared at Nancy’s ceiling, cozily reclined on her bed.
Nancy sat across the bed from you, her legs crossed as she read off of cue cards. You turned your head and smiled, taking her in. She sat in a tank top and shorts, given the hot weather. Most people would never catch Nancy Wheeler in so little clothes. But you were her friend. Just her friend.
“Hey! Are you even listening to me?”
You snapped your attention back to her and apologized. “Sorry, yeah. I was just thinking…”
She set her cards down. “About what?”
You had been studying for what felt like hours, even Nancy was starting to get a bit worn out.
“Nothing… I just…” You drummed the pencil on your bent leg, looking away from her.
She laughed, “What? Tell me!”
“Have you ever… had a dream about someone?” You asked cautiously.
“Yeah…” She said as if your question was stupid.
“No, I mean. Like a–” you made a rude gesture, “–dream.”
Nancy’s face turned bright red. “Have you?”
“I asked you first.”
Nancy fiddled with her notes, moving them to her desk in embarrassment. “I mean, maybe…”
“Oh my god! Nancy Wheeler!”
She rolled her eyes, giggling. “Shut up!”
She sat back on the bed, making your head bounce as she did. You rolled onto your side, resting your head in your hand. “Have you ever… touched yourself?”
Now both of your faces were red. “I—“ she stuttered. You read her facial expressions, taking that as her answer.
"But you've been with Steve?"
She twiddled with her thumbs and blushed. "Yeah, but I've only ever done stuff with him... never on my own."
“Really?” You asked. You sounded almost shocked.
“I don’t know,” she looked away from you. “I guess I just don’t know how.” Her voice was quiet now. Her eyes danced back to yours timidly, waiting for you to speak again so she didn’t feel so embarrassed.
You thought for a moment before smiling. “What?” She asked, playfully rolling her eyes as she did.
“Want me to show you how?”
Nancy’s grin immediately faded. She felt a wave of butterflies swim up through her chest. “Oh. I…”
You sat up completely now, looking over to Nancy’s open bedroom door. She nervously stood up and went to close the door. After she shut it, she lingered, turning around slowly as if summoning the courage to face you.
“Yes,” she said assertively. She wanted you to show her.
Your lips parted, suddenly filled with mirroring nerves.
The lights in her room were dim, creating a sultry glow on Nancy’s face. She walked slowly to the bed and sat opposite you. You climbed onto your knees and faced her, gently raising your hand to her chest and pushing her backward.
Nancy softly collided with her pillows and watched you as you ran a hand down her clothed chest. She felt goosebumps raise on her skin.
You looked up at her for permission and she silently nodded, feeling herself grow almost eager from your contact. She had never been touched like this before. Yes, she hooked up with Steve, but it wasn't like this... it wasn't so intimate…
Your hand slid down between her legs which were pushed together. You nudged her thighs and she opened them slightly. Your hand slid between them, slowly sliding up her thigh and then resting against her core. She breathlessly gasped.
Your eyelashes fluttered as you spoke to her. “I don’t even have to take my clothes off sometimes.” Your voice was quiet and slow. She watched you grab her hand and you directed her to where your hand just was. You motioned for her to move her fingers up and down and she obeyed.
You watched as Nancy slowly slid her fingers along her clothed crotch, her lips parted and her breathing increased in volume.
“And here…” you said, using your own finger to touch her clit and rub small circles. “Is where it’s really sensitive…”
Nancy whined at your movements, feeling a newfound sensation rush through her stomach and down her legs.
You placed her hand back again and watched as she began to rub in the same spot, copying what you did.
You lifted yourself off the bed and slid your sweatpants down as Nancy focused on herself.
You removed your underwear and laid across from her. She finally looked up at you and her eyes widened. You slowly opened your legs, allowing her to see you completely.
Nancy halted her movement as she watched you with burning red cheeks.
You rubbed your fingers along your folds until your juices began to make squishing noises.
“You have to start slow,” you began. You slowly slid your middle finger inside of yourself and your lips formed an ‘O’ shape.
Nancy began rubbing herself again as she watched you. You started to move your finger in and out. You were already so wet that it was loud as you pumped your finger in.
You gestured your head, wanting Nancy to mirror you.
Her dainty fingers hooked onto her pajama shorts and underwear and she arched her back and butt off the bed and slid them off.
She shyly kept her legs closed, but stayed propped up on her pillow so she could watch you.
You slid your ring finger in now too. You groaned audibly, trying to stifle your noises so no one else in the house could hear. Her parents were downstairs and her brother was at one of his friend's houses, so you weren’t that worried.
You pumped your fingers in and out a bit faster now, moaning.
“C’mon,” you muttered.
Nancy opened her legs embarrassed and circled her entrance with her fingertip. She slowly pushed in and found it to feel odd and foreign having her finger inside herself. She mirrored your motions anyways.
You watched as she awkwardly tried to finger herself, clearly not enjoying it the way you were right now.
You slid your fingers out and brought them to your mouth, cleaning them off, your eyes never separating from Nancy’s. She watched you with gaping eyes, completely entranced.
“Here,” you got on your knees and crawled over to her. “Not everyone likes penetration. Sometimes I get off just by humping my pillow.”
You felt your cheeks heat at the confession. Nancy removed her fingers and listened curiously. You touched her hips and felt her jump slightly. After she settled into your touch, you went to straddle her. You shifted yourself so your legs intertwined and your clit sat against Nancy’s. She gulped when she felt the pressure of your body. You examined her face before beginning to move. You began rocking back and forth against her, creating tense friction between your bodies.
Nancy involuntarily moaned. Her hand quickly came up to cover her mouth and you both giggled.
You picked up your speed, biting your lip and rubbing your body against her. Nancy squirmed underneath you. Your clits slid against one another, your wetness slicking your skin, making it easy to rub against her. Your hands shifted to rest on Nancy’s sides and hers came up to rest on your hips without her even realizing what she was doing.
You started humping against her faster, her bed beginning to creak.
“Ugh, God,” she moaned out, shutting her eyes. “It feels so… good,” she stuttered. You smiled and kept your pace, crying out in pleasure as well.
You both tried to stifle your moans, but they were still relatively loud. Neither of you cared at the moment. You just wanted to chase your high.
“I feel like I’m gonna..” Nancy began, looking for the words. “Like I really have to pee,” she said confused.
“That’s good,” you told her breathlessly.
You kept rocking your hips against her and her hands gripped her bedsheets. She couldn’t stop moaning now, this pleasurable feeling completely new to her.
In a few more thrusts, Nancy was crying underneath you, not sure what to do with her hands as she orgasmed. Her legs shook and her head swung back and forth. In the moment, you reached down and squeezed her breasts through her tank top making her arch her back, moaning, helping you reach your high. You groaned and brought your hand to cover your mouth as you moaned and lazily humped against her. As you slowed, you leaned over on top of her. You kept rocking, extending both of your highs. You could feel the sloppy juices between your bodies as you finished, coming to a stop.
Nancy was panting beneath you, completely stunned at what just happened. You rolled off of her and beside her. You both laughed as you looked at one another.
“I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on that,” she said through deep breaths. "Nothing I did with Steve was even close to feeling like that..."
You smiled, your hand resting on your forehead. Nancy had no idea that this was what you dreamed about the night before.
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Smut🔥 Fluff☁️ Dark⚠️
•Eddie Munson•
Series:
||The No List - EddieMunson x Fem!Cheerleader!Reader || ptI || ptII || 🔥☁️
Oneshots//Blurbs//Requests:
||Bad Idea - Fuckboy!EddieMunson x Virgin!Fem!Reader || ptI ||🔥
||Public Sex - EddieMunson x Fem!Reader || 🔥
||Riding Eddie in his gaming chair - Modern!EddieMunson x AFAB!Reader || 🔥
||Fuckboy!EddieMunson blurb - Fuckboy!EddieMunson x Fem!Reader|| 🔥
||Eddie finding out you like being choked - EddieMunson x Fem!Reader||🔥
||Jealous - Rockstar!EddieMunson x Rockstar!Fem!Reader|| 🔥
•Steve Harrington•
Oneshots//Blurbls//Requests:
||Handjobs - SteveHarrington x Fem!Reader || 🔥☁️
||Being sleepy and needy in Steve's lap blurb - SteveHarrington x Fem!Reader||🔥☁️
•Robin Buckley•
Oneshots//Blurbls//Requests:
||Face Sitting - RobinBuckley x Fem!Reader || 🔥☁️
•Nancy Wheeler•
||First Times - NancyWheeler x Fem!Bestfriend!Reader || 🔥☁️
•Steddie•
Oneshots//Blurbls//Requests:
||Exhibitionism - EddieMunson x Fem!Reader x SteveHarrington ||🔥
||Drunk Steve and Eddie Headcanons||🔥☁️
•Ronance•
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safe from the world.
pairing: nancy wheeler x f!reader
summary: you and your girlfriend take a moment to yourselves before the battle against vecna.
word count: 1.3k
title: intertwined by dodie
warnings: none
a/n: probably not accurate to the canon timeline, a short draft whilst i painstakingly write this ghostface!ronance au
the world seemed to be at peace that one spring morning. a truly spectacular thing despite everything the town of hawkins had been through in the last few days. but, as nature began its rebirth, you find a rare moment of serenity in the seemingly cursed town.
the wind rustles through the trees, birds chirping their sweet symphony that fills the peaceful quiet that surrounds lover’s lake. morning dew still clings to the grass, glistening in the sunlight as it casts a golden haze over the town. a breeze of the wind swirls around you, brushing against your skin with the soft caress of a lover.
“we’re almost there, i promise.”
her voice, a caress much like the wind. it wraps you in its embrace, soothing the terror that plagues your mind in a time like this. the death and tragedy, the horrors that scar the back of your eyelids as you try to sleep each night, all slipping away with the weight of her hand in yours. you feel the blades of grass tickling your ankles as she guides you along.
a tender smile spreads across your lips, not uncommon in the presence of the girl in front of you. the picturesque display of nature around you fades away, not worthy of your attention when you’re distracted by her curly hair that bounces with every step of her boots against the ground.
in fact, you're so distracted that you don't notice your foot getting caught in a tree root. in a matter of seconds, you let out a panicked yelp that alerts her, head snapping to look back at you and a sharp cry of your name leaving her lips. your eyes screw shut, anticipating the moment your body hits the grass-covered ground but it never comes. instead, her arms wrap around you, your face smacking into her shoulder.
“sweetheart!” she gasps through her laughter, stumbling backwards as your entire body weight slams against her. “be careful!”
“sorry, sorry! it was an accident!” you can’t help but laugh along with her, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. your hands press against her chest, gently pushing yourself upright. her grip loosens around you, resting lightly on your hips just to be safe.
her chest vibrates with her dying laughter, a soft sigh spilling from her lips as she gazes up at you. her lips curl into an amused smirk, but her eyes still hold the same tenderness they always do as she looks at you. she carefully brushes your hair, smoothing down the frazzled pieces from your stumble.
“come on, before you break a leg.” her loving gaze shimmers with a teasing glint as she pats your cheek, placing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose before abruptly turning around. her hand slides into yours once more, keeping her grip firm as she gently tugs you along.
“hey!” you whine, lips forming into a pout despite the fact she couldn’t see. but she can practically hear it in your tone, making a smirk tug at your girlfriend’s lips. with another soft tug, you roll your eyes and fall back into a comfortable silence.
it’s not long until you reach the clearing, just as she had promised. the trees wrap around the space, offering you complete privacy from the prying eyes of the town. nobody but you, your lover and the lake, which sparkled with every ripple of the water. the sun gracing the land in its light.
nancy’s hand slowly slips away from yours, fingertips brushing against yours as her feet carry her to the edge of the lake. you watch as she lowers herself to the ground, knees pulled to her chest. she learned a long time ago not to care about the mud staining her skirt, rather a delicate reminder of the time spent with you.
her head turns to look back at you, the tenderness in her eyes never leaving once. fingertips brushing against the grass, an invitation.
you take it.
you walk over, sinking to the ground beside her, your legs stretched out in front of you. she rests her head against you, her rosy cheek warm against your shoulder. like a moth to a flame, her hand finds yours. covering it with hers, the pad of her thumb grazes over your skin.
her touch lingers on the scar that decorates your knuckle, a scar she knows all too well. she could never forget that night, the flickering lights, the beastly screeches and piercing gunshots echoing in her ears. the same night, the same scar that proved that she had broken her promise. she was going to keep you safe, she wasn’t going to let anything hurt you. why did she let it hurt you?
“nance?” your voice is gentle, like the ripple of the water or the breeze, when you call out her name. and in an instant, her worries melt away, tucked neatly into a box for another time. her attention now solely devoted to you, the you that is safe and, most importantly, alive.
head tilting down to look at her in the eyes, your brows are laced together in concern. lips twisted into a small frown, gazing at her with a benevolence that makes her heart warm in her chest. “you okay?”
“now i am.” she whispers, meeting your gaze with her own look of affection. and she means it. with you, the storm that is nancy wheeler’s mind calms, you’re the sun that permeates the grey clouds that form her thoughts.
and when her eyes flicker back down to the scar on your hand that has long healed, she tries to see it as less of her mistake and more of how brave her girl is. a display of how much you had grown in those few years.
a peaceful silence falls over the two of you, and as you sit together in your own safe haven away from all the ugly truths of the town you lived in, you feel at peace.
nancy suddenly shifts, her head lifting off your shoulder and hand leaving yours. you turn, watching with a loving smile as your girlfriend tilts her body to lie down in the grass, her own head resting in your lap. her curls form a halo around her face, your own angel on earth gazing up at you with eyes that hold nothing short of pure love and affection.
your hands quickly find her hair, brushing through the curls you love so much. she rewards you with her soft hums of pleasure, like sweet music to your ears. her eyes shut, dark lashes fluttering.
the tenderness of this moment with the love of your life makes the rest of the world come to a stand still. you knew there was nothing else you would ever want, for all you could ever need was right in front of you. and as that silence washes over you once again, the looming threat of what is to come fades away.
until she breaks it.
“angel?” she murmurs, eyes cracking open to peer up at you. blue eyes filled with uncertainty, causing your own expression to twinge with concern.
“yes, nance?”
“do you… do you think we’ll be okay?”
her words make your movements falter for a moment, your girlfriend’s uncertainty becoming clear to you now. you are both no strangers to the monsters of the upside down, yet you know how much responsibility she feels over how this battle will turn out. you let out a deep sigh, your breath shaky as your free hand finds hers once again.
“we’re gonna be okay, baby. i know it.”
you accompany your words with a squeeze to her hand. and, despite the fact that nancy nods in response, you both know your words aren’t entirely true. there was simply too much that could go wrong to safely say. yet, in this moment, all your worries were better left unsaid. scared that speaking the truth could make it a reality.
“i love you.”
“i love you too.”
because no matter what happens in the next few hours, when you’re forced to fight horrors that will remain unknown to the rest of the world, you know that you have your love. and that’s all that mattered.
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ric idea:
nancy has fallen in love with her ex boyfriend’s sister and she doesn’t know what to do. she’s scared, she’s confused, and she talks to steve because they’re friends now and she wants him to know that the breakup was never his fault, she couldn’t love him that way because she literally couldn’t love him that way. she’s gay. and definitely in love with his sister.
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I LOVE NANCY, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING HER
Steve is a sweetheart and everyone is happy
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Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington were always the talk of the town. Their relationship had a spotlight and eyes watching everywhere. Then she broke his heart, spilling the truth that she felt as if their love wasn't real love. She didn't feel the things she was supposed to. She didn't feel the things Steve felt for her.
In a selfish way, she thought maybe Steve was the problem, maybe she just can't love him. But then Nancy faced the same problem with Jonathan. Every kiss made her cold, her stomach turn, and her heart racing with anxiety. This isn't what love was supposed to feel like.
Nancy Wheeler wasn't capable of love, and with her parents, it seemed to run in the family.
Steve had an older sister, she moved out at eighteen and moved as far away from her parents as she could. She offered a place for Steve to crash whenever he needed, even though she was far, their relationship was close.
She didn't come home a lot, so when she first met the one and only Nancy, she understood why Steve was still chasing this girl. Nancy Wheeler was gorgeous. Her dark curly hair, beautiful bright eyes, and pink lips.
Steve called many nights about his heartbreak over Nancy, and Y/N felt guilty for finding herself wanting to know Nancy more. But she couldn't forget that this was the girl who broke her brother's heart.
"Nance, this is Y/N, my older sister, Y/N this is Nance," Steve introduced the two. A smirk formed on his face as Nancy blinked and didn't move an inch.
"Nice to meet you," Y/N said politely, moving her hand forward to grasp Nancy's soft hand in hers. Ignoring the way Nancy's touch erupted butterflies in her stomach.
Nancy had no idea why she was stuck frozen to the video store's floor. Her feet couldn't move, her hand was in Y/N's grip and she didn't want to let go. Nancy's heart was beating fast, some type of fluttering in her stomach, and her tongue refused to make words.
And to Nancy's fear, that's how she felt every time she was in Y/N's presence.
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Y/N has been around Hawkins for a month, she grew close to Robin, met the famous Dustin, and a new guy named Eddie. She never heard much about him but he was an interesting character.
Y/N found herself in a rant with Robin, both girls oblivious to the people around them.
"Alright King Steve, think I got a shot?" Eddie smirked, nudging Steve's arm as he looked Y/N up and down. Nancy's ears perked up, finding herself moving closer to Steve and Eddie. A weird feeling in her stomach.
"Not a chance, Munson." Steve scoffed, laughing at Eddie's offended expression. Nancy wasn't sure why, but she felt a small amount of relief that Steve found Eddie and Y/N hilarious.
"Oh come on, no amount of charm? What if she wasn't your sister?" Eddie tried
"Munson, even if she wasn't my sister, she'd still be gay," Steve smirked, watching as Eddie's face morphed into surprise.
Nancy also did not understand why hearing that Y/N Harrigton was into girls made her face flush and her palms sweat.
"Oh great, so Buckley gets her," Eddie groaned, walking away.
Nancy felt her blood grow hot, her eyes locked on Y/N and Robin's body language. Were they flirting? Fuck, did Robin like her?
Wait....why did Nancy care?
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Nancy spent the past week tossing and turning every night. Her brain was trying to figure out these different types of feelings she has been dealing with.
With sleep out of the question, Nancy got dressed in warm clothes and decided to take a trip to a diner. Journal and keys in hand, she started her car.
The diner was dead, just as she expected it to be so late at night. With a sigh, she took a seat in the back booth. An older lady asked her what she'd like. She put in her order and began to write. Writing out every thought, writing out every emotion she has been feeling. Everything that made her confused.
"Seems like you are in love," Y/N's voice came from behind her. Nancy felt her blood go cold and her body froze.
Nancy quickly slammed her journal shut, turning around with a sharp glare.
"Privacy, much?" Nancy scoffed, turning back around. Y/N just read all the different ways she made Nancy feel. Nancy felt like she could die in embarrassment.
"You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have read over your shoulder/" Y/N apologized, shaking her head at her own rude behavior.
Y/N stared at the back of Nancy's curls, the words on the page still fresh in Y/N's mind.
"Why do you think I'm in love?" Nancy asked, looking over her shoulder at the girl. She looked beautiful, also dressed in sweats. Nancy assumed she must have been struggling to sleep as well.
"Well," Y/N started, walking towards the other side of the booth and taking a seat across from Nancy. "I believe you are in love because you sound so scared of what you don't understand. Feeling different things, things you thought you would have felt with someone else, I'm guessing what you wished you felt for Steve?" Y/N asked
It wasn't what she wished she felt for Steve, it was what she should have felt for Steve, and for Jonathan.
"I don't think I could love him in that kind of way," Nancy admitted.
"Well, whoever you wrote about, you can love in that kind of way, because you clearly do." Y/N smiled, offering her hand. Nancy felt her palms grow sweaty, wiping her hands on her pants before holding Y/N's hand.
Y/N was right, Nancy was in love....with Steve's fucking sister.
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It's been a week since that night Nancy held Y/N's hand in the diner booth. Nancy understood her feelings and that made it worse. Because now she wants Y/N more than anything. Nancy felt like there had to be a rule to not date your ex's sibling and the way she broke Steve's heart, she cannot imagine him ever being okay with this.
But Steve took Nancy for a spin. A smirk on his face as he walked over to Nancy as she searched through the romantic section of the store.
"A little birdie told me you were in love," Steve teased, poking his fingers into Nancy's sides.
"I am not!" Nancy argued, laughing as her sides tickled from Steve's touch.
"Oh stop it, it is so obvious. You have that look in your eyes, a look you never had for me. But you had it for her the second you met her." Steve spoke softly, he wasn't upset at all. He moved on from Nancy months ago, he understood he just wasn't the one she loved.
"Steve, I'm so sorry. I don't know how or why, and I didn't plan to .."She cut herself off, was she really going to admit she was in love with her ex's sister to his face?
"Didn't plan to fall in love with my sister? It's okay to admit it, Nance." Steve answered for her.
"I've been trying to figure out why we couldn't work, and it's me. I couldn't love you, Steve, because I couldn't love you. I couldn't love Jonathan. I was scared that I just couldn't feel love, but I think I was trying to find it in the wrong place." Nancy admitted.
"I forgive you, and I appreciate your apology. You are not a bad person Nance, you just had to find yourself. This whole town predicted you would become a Harrington, no one said it had to be because of me." Steve said with a wink, nudging Nancy towards Y/N as she walked through the door.
"She hates romance, try comedy," Steve offered his advice, pushing her right into Y/N's arms.
Steve watched with a smile as the girls blushed and laughed.
"I hate to say it, but you are a fucking good guy, Harrington," Robin said with a sigh, throwing her arm over Steve's shoulder.
"I'll find my girl someday, it's time Nancy found hers."
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Nancy Wheeler x reader
(18+. F!reader, sub!reader. Mommy kink. Mostly Nancy but you and fruity four are in a poly relationship)
“How I loooove having my baby all alone.”
Nancy was crooning as she smiled at you. She’s somehow managed to get you all to herself, quietly in her room. And at a time she wasn’t working, and had reminded Robin and Eddie that they’d promised to help Steve fix the shower. They needed someone to check the boiler, the plumbing, as well as taking the thing apart. Which meant Nancy got to steal you away.
“I can’t believe you’re all mine right now. What am I going to do with you? Huh?” Nancy trailed her finger up and down the centre of your lovely summer dress she’d bought for you, just for you to try on. Her freshly cut nails bobbing down the curveature of your chest, and down the fabric buttons holding together your dress.
She’s gotten you up here asking you to try on some things she bought for you yesterday. Oh how she loved dressing you and her partners up. Nancy really adored it, it was like playing dolly, and she got to buy her partners gifts. But you were the one who let Nancy dress you up and move you around the most. Even if it was just to entertain her for one try of it.
But when she led you upstairs and looked back at you with a sweet raise of her shoulders and a “Good girl!” You knew what plans your girlfriend had in mind.
But honestly, Nancy made it so easy to slip into sub space with her. She made you feel so safe every time. Obviously, all of your lovers did, but Nancy really liked having a sweet sub on her hands.
“What do you want, huh baby?” Nancy’s tongue slides onto her bottom teeth a little with her open mouth smile. One of her small hands sweetly moving up your neck to cup your cheek, her thumb sweeping softly under your eye, her own doting and absolutely adoring on yours. Her other hand was gently carding up your thigh. “Can have anything you want! Just tell me baby.” Nancy kisses you sweetly, pulling back with a happy expression. Both her hands lovingly circling.
You just felt so warm, your chest rising more obviously, but you were just so happy being here. “Mommy, I just want you.”
That answer made Nancy very happy.
Your hands reached out for her, softly grasping her face with a hum, and Nancy gave a breathless laugh as her head fell down to your chin, coming back up to lovingly kiss all over your face. She’d called herself that pet name, ‘mommy’, earlier when talking to you, so you knew that was what was going on this session. And you were more than happy to sink into the dynamic, especially with the way Nancy was doting on you.
Nancy kisses over your neck only lovingly, accentuating her pink lip presses with kissing sounds every time. Looking up at you between each kiss, and her eyes gleaming before she goes to peck to spot on your neck she knows is sensitive. Pulling back only to crawl her fingers up your torso like a spider, and tickle your side in that way, laughing as you only half tried to fight her hand away, while you giggled in flow with her.
It especially made Nancy happy because your legs ended up squirming until they were at the back of hers. And while you tried to move her hand away, too slow though, up there, your legs curled around the back of hers down below, and pulled her closer on top of you. Nancy easily got her bearings, but she was pleased she was even closer to you now. “Well, mommy can at least give her good girl a kiss.”
Nancy’s eyes batted down to your lips. And when you pursed them asking for her, she laughed right up until she was at your mouth. Devouring your lips with a solid hum, and then sliding her tongue over yours so she could taste you.
God... you were so sweet. Nancy’s tongue moulded against yours easily, Nancy could never even begin to forget how to kiss you, and her hands were gentle enough to make sure they weren’t pulling at your hair, while she laid them down at the sides of your face. Holding you gently as Nancy relished in the feeling of your tongue exploring hers back. Your lips swiping against hers as you hum happy and needy, and she kept kissing you back for being such a good girl for her. Her good girl.
When Nancy pulled away, only after giving you another deserved peck, she sighed happily. The backs of her soft fingers stroking against your cheek, while her knees moved up, so she could trail your sweet dress that bit higher, so it was becoming more immodest. “My sweet y/n. I think my baby deserves a treat. You want all of mommy’s attention?”
Nancy’s heart spiked, because she was desperate for your pleased reaction.
“Yes mommy! Please? I’ve been so good. Just want you so badly.” You started writhing smally under her. Not quite bucking, but excited for whatever Nancy had in mind, she was always so smart, well planned. “Will do anything, promise I’ll be good mommy.” You let her hear that last word even though it dissolved into a whine.
And Nancy chuckled lightly as she heard you, her thumb swiping over your lips as she held your jaw. “I know you are baby. You’ve been my good baby all this time haven’t you. No need to prove yourself today. Just want to love on my sweet, sweet baby.” And it was all Nancy did want to do. Her hands left, and she went to unbutton each individual clip on her shirt. Throwing it to the side, and even taking your hand and guding you to touch over her bra, just letting you feel, and ogle glossy eyed from below. All before she quickly got rid of that too. Then she shimmied away only slightly to kick off her pants as well. Now Nancy was only in her panties, but she thought she might be able to use them to play with you later.
“Now baby, can I help you get undressed my love?” Nancy asked, already stealing her hands under your dress to paw at your thighs. You nodded gleefully, and Nancy didn’t even make you speak, she just chuckled back and gave you another sweet kiss, staying with you as she helped you pull down the thin straps of your summer dress.
And by help, Nancy wanted to do it all herself. Letting you kiss at the inside of her arms and whine out loving phrases at her as she eagerly let you watch her helping you out. Taking care of everything for you. Like she wanted to!
She’d gotten to treat you so much in the fifteen minutes she’d had with you upstairs. Gotten to show you her new gifts, able to sweet talk you, shower you with hugs and kisses and soft and flirtatious touches. And now here she was, fingers pulling at the hem of your underwear, even though she knew she was going to keep control and take your dress off first, able to just watch you looking up at her with nothing but love in your eyes, and be able to give you that look back too.
Until Eddie opened the door.
“Hey guys Steve said I had to check all the- oh! Well hello.” Eddie looked a bit surprised in the doorway, but began smirking almost immediately. Taking an extra step inside the room, to lean against Nancy’s dresser, leaving the door wide open. “What are we up to?”
Meanwhile you squeaked and hid slightly behind Nancy’s arm, blushing and smiling over a bit at Eddie. Although you loved your boyfriend and he had definitely seen you like this before, you were so used to just having Nancy with you right now, being the one to take care of you.
But Nancy was frowning, nearly pouting, and moved her hands further up over your head. “There’s no we. Get out of here Eddie.”
Even though you were the sub today, Nancy was the one being quite clingy.
Nancy’s hands scrunched up the bedsheets, and she didn’t move from up above you. Seeing how Eddie was looking at you both with the same suggestive, but more new to the thrill, glint in his eyes that she had. “Noooo don’t do this she’s mine right now!”
Even Eddie seemed surprised, amused though, and he flickered his eyes playfully between you and her. “Nancy Wheeler are we not sharing!” He gasped, astonished at her.
Nancy was merely caught between a pout and a scowl.
“I thought you were better than this. Let me get some of the love. I’ve got tons of love to give!” Eddie opened his arms wide. Declaring it, but keeping his voice at a normal volume.
Nancy still kept her eyes on him.
“C’mon, we don’t have to tell the others Wheeler. What do you think baby?” Eddie directs the last question to you. And boy do you love his sweet brown eyes.
And wow... did he look so genuinely gleeful to see you. Mixed with the way his body was leaning which you knew meant he was happy to play. Eddie’s warmth, even from halfway in the room, was astonishing and enchanting.
But also, you were so enamoured with Nancy right now, and how much she’d just wanted you.
“She’s being my dolly go away!” Nancy clung on to you protectively. Holding the back of your head and neck, as she kept on all fours above you.
But while she stared off with Eddie, who was still deciding if he could get lucky, wanted to kept teasing, or would be good and leave you be, Nancy was paying close attention to him when his eyes started scoping down. And that’s when she felt warmth, your warmth, wet and around her breast.
Nancy looked back down, to see you sucking on her tit, with your hand holding her other.
They were just right above you. There. You’d been hypnotised.
Nancy kept looking down at you and saw you with just the prettiest eyes, just on her, showing you want her, you’re trying to make her feel better, that you need her, and your mouth bobbing dotingly around her nipple.
Nancy cradled the back of your neck, a soft gasp leaving her, and you both heard the muffled slap of Eddie’s hands against his legs as he seemingly gave in. Looking over only enough for you to see a smile on his face, as he quietly shut the door closed.
Your focus was completely on each other though. Nancy holding you in a less protective ‘back off she’s my baby’ way from before, and a more ‘oh, oh my god, I love you baby’ way.
Focusing more now Eddie had left, Nancy strokes your hair away from your sweet bobbing cheeks, sighing out with a “There’s a good girl.” Readjusting a bit so she could lay next to you, so you’re not having to crane your poor neck up as much.
Nancy moves so her arm is splayed near the side of your head, repositioning to lay down. But gives an “Oh...” as her tit slips out your mouth, and you whine with your eyes up on her immediately. But just as quickly Nancy’s guiding your head back towards it. And you sigh happily when she’s back in your mouth. Cradling the side of her chest, as Nancy lays down right next to you, on the soft bed while she sweetly strokes your cheek. “Therrre you go. My sweet y/n. You want me only don’t you baby?”
Nancy’s voice gets you to nod your head. Moving with a small huff of air as you latch yourself on to her other breast, swirling your tongue lavishly around her nipple, as you suck and pull contently.
“That’s it, I’ve got you. Mommy’s here. You’re being so good for me honey.” Nancy smiles, feeling a burst of pride swell in her chest. So happy you chose her, happy to watch you on her, to see you safe, and happy yourself, just being with her. And feeling so so good in your mouth. Just wanting to take care of you, her girlfriend, and she’s even more happy that not only do you let her, but she’s doing a good job at it. “I love you.”
You give a firm suck on Nancy before you pull back, a small trail of spit making her shiver, forcing herself not to close her eyes, even with your hot breath still on her exposed breast. But she’s so glad she doesn’t as you stroke over her chest, and your big eyes wobble up at her as you chime back “I love you too Nancy.”
She could die. Just collapse onto this bed, right on top of you, in a gooey puddle of mushiness at how you make her feel. But instead Nancy presses lots of kisses to your face. Her jaw hurting from how hard she’s smiling, including as she hears happy whines coming from you, as your hands shuffle to hold and lightly stroke at her face. She presses her kisses down until she’s laying them rewardingly at the top of your breasts, before looking up at you. One hand grasped around your thigh, the other on the buttons just below your cleavage, that’s bursting in the right sized, pretty dress, Nancy picked out for you.
“I’m gonna help you out now, okay baby?” Nancy looks up from fiddling with the buttons on your dress to your eyes, waiting until you nod.
And when you do, Nancy smiles, laughing through her teeth, lightly scraping them over the top of your breasts, she can’t hurt her baby, before helping you undo those buttons beneath your cleave and above your middle section. It was really only to tease you, since all she needed to do was pull your dress off.
Which is exactly what she does. Shuffling backwards and flying the bottom of your dress up, it landing on her fluffy hair as she keeps her head under your dress. Dying inside at your cute squeals as she places herself under there. Letting her fingers tease up your thighs and stomach, and laughing as she settles your legs down, placing them flat on the bed with her guiding and commanding hands, as she brushes her facial features, her nose, her lips, her chin, up your thighs, and letting her hair tickle you, which she knows it will.
It drives you wild. You’re sqeualing as you try and roll around, but to no avail with Nancy’s gentle positioning you back. Your hands fly out but Nancy’s deep under your flowy dress, and you end up only softly touching the outline of her head. “Naaancy.” You giggle, only squeaking as she playfully goes down to gnaw at your stomach, laughing under the material. “It’s mommy, baby.” She only laughs, and you buck your hips, feeling them lightly connect to some part of Nancy’s face, and you whine playfully at her. “Mommyyy, come on. Please?”
Nancy hums, unable to hide her still laughing sounds though, kissing at your soft tummy over and over. Leaving small trails of spit behind as she knows it’ll be more sensitive for you.
So you decide to keep going, and truth is, you melt into however Nancy wants to play, because she’s just so good at it. “I need your help to take off my dress please mommy?”
For just a second, you are without Nancy’s kisses. “Please mommy? It’s so hard. Want you to do it for me?”
Hot slick pools into the bottom of Nancy’s underwear.
“Fuckkkk...”
There was nothing else for a second or two from her, until you felt Nancy’s head gently falling against your thigh. And you smiled excitedly to yourself, as you knew you had your girlfriend wrapped around your finger.
Nancy threw the bottom of your dress back on top of you, so she was now visible. You saw how red her face was, her smile awed, and all you wanted to do was reach your hands out for her. “Mommy you’re so pretty.”
Nancy slid over, putting her full weight on top of you as she kissed wetly and moaning into your neck. “Fuck baby... My baby. You’re my prettiest girl.” Nancy grabbed your hands to hold in her own. Sighing, as she let her lower lip slide against your skin as she moved up to your ear, loving on your earlobe with her lips and teeth. “You’re so perfect for me.”
Nancy moved up, her eyes unmistakably hungry on you now, and still loopy with affection. You keep your hands reaching up for her as soon as she let go, grabbing where you can and beaming about it.
Nancy scrunches the bottom of your dress between her fists, and she licks at the tragus of your ear, before talking into it. “I’m going to eat you up baby.”
Nancy pulls your dress up above you. Of course she’d convinced you this was a braless dress, so she’d gotten to see some of her lover before when she was dolling you up.
And now Nancy couldn’t help but fall right on top of you as she got the dress past your head. Pressing her chest into yours and she bit her lips, keeping her lit up eyes right on yours as she finished rolling the dress up past your arms. Bucking her top half on top of you and gleaming when watching you roll beneath her in tandem.
“Mmmm... Such a good girl for me. How come I have the sweetest babygirl in the whole world?” Nancy lets her nipples brush against yours, and she kisses your lips when you squeal with delight. “Gonna take off your clothes down there too. Then I can really worship you.” Nancy slides her hand between both your stomachs, and pulls at the hem of your underwear. Making sure the bottom of the material was sliding nicely between your folds. “My sweet dolly. Being so good for me.”
You gasp, and Nancy keeps moving it further. “You want mommy to undress you baby? Or you think you can do it all on your own?” Nancy waits sweetly for your answer. Still pulling.
“Mmmm! You m-mommy! Please. Can you do it all for me?” Your eyes sparkle, your clit aching as Nancy toys with it, your soaked underwear moving with her spry fingers, and you can only buck more up into your top’s chest.
“Of course I can! Such a good dolly. Mommy can do everything for you, you’re being my good girl y/n for asking.” Nancy nuzzles her nose into the corner of your mouth dotingly. “I’ll take care of everything for you. You just wanna be mine and you’re gonna so be good? I know you are my sweet lovely girl.”
Nancy presses lots of kisses quick all over your lips, her fingers dawdling at your chin as she keeps your attention apt on her, right where she wants it. Her smile holding your eyes while she goes down, and slides your panties past your legs, kissing your knees and your calves as she goes, until she can throw them to the other side of the room. “There we go. Beautiful. Now I can see all of my baby.”
Your hand goes for Nancy’s hair, and she leans her head into your embrace with a warm huff of air. You try to bring her closer, but at the same time, your toes reach up and gently brush against the hem of her own underwear.
You hum your question. Nancy giggling as she looks down, hand brushing over your ankle. “Yeah sweetheart. Gonna get just like you too. So polite for asking mommy.” She nuzzles into your hand, and you feel your heartbeat quicken as she breathes in by your wrist, like she’s drinking you in. “My good girl y/n.”
Nancy removes her hands from your legs to kneel up and shimmy out of the last piece of clothing she had remaining, chucking it near your own, before crawling back over you. Not lying on top of you yet, but sighing over you. Watching you. Getting you to buck and plead “Mommy? Please, now?” As she just watches you with adoration and glee. Flicking her soft fingers against the hairs caught on your perfect lips.
“Have either of you seen the- oh woah.” Robin gripped the now open door to Nancy’s bedroom in slight surprise.
Meanwhile Nancy nearly growled over you. Her head sinking down. And you just bit your lip, quickly looking over at Robins still widening eyes, taking both her girlfriends in, before you brushed your fingers up against Nancy’s wrists. Trying to get her to look at you, to not give up on her first time playing alone with you in ages. And it worked, as at your touch, you brought a smile on your face for Nancy, and when she saw it, her whole expression relaxed too, smiling back only at you.
A smile was quickly finding its way onto the third girl’s features. A soft pink on her cheeks joining Robin’s raised pink lips. “Are we having a party?” Robin asks, that slight rasp coming into her voice, and tone optimistic.
“Robin, I love you. But piss off.” Nancy stonehardedly looks at her. Still right above you, just as it seems like she was moments earlier when she was interrupted. And now all she could hope was the other two wouldn’t go ratting to Steve as well. This was supposed to be her special time with you. She hardly got that! She just wanted one moment to relax and be with you, was that so difficult for everyone else?
“Yeowch.” Robin raised her eyebrows, before looking to you. Slightly amused, but that lust was clear in her eyes when you fell on them. With how raspy Robin’s voice was being right now as well, it was almost like you could feel her pull. Robin had been slightly more dominant this morning when kissing you. And now, with Robin surveying both you and her other girlfriends body language up and down, her face smoothed delightfully temptingly as she realised exactly what sort of situation she’d walked in to. And what exactly Nancy was doing with you. “Is mommy being mean to you baby?”
There was that pull again. Her voice was magnetic, and you were getting to such a good space with Nancy, that Robin reading what you two were up to so quickly, and playing along, was really causing a pleasant throb below your belly.
And when your blonde girlfriend stretched out her ringed fingers as if she was going to take you away and make sure she treated you so good, your eyes widened and your brain felt like it wanted to turn all fuzzy, as you started to reciprocate in moving your hand out to hold hers back.
“No! I’m being very good! I mean, I’m being nice!” Nancy grabbed your hand and gently, but quickly, pulled it back to your body.
You looked up at her like you were coming out of a trance. Suddenly you felt a little bad, as she placed your hand back on top of your chest, before letting go so she could balance again. You did want your special time with Nancy. You just got a little distracted, especially when Robin understood the game so quickly. With a small whine, you raised your hand up again to stroke at Nancy’s face. And when she looked down at you she seemed to feel better.
You do tilt your head over to Robin though. And Nancy follows your look, pleading eyes at Robin.
“It’s okay Robbie. I think we’re just having some special one on one time.” You nodded encouragingly at your girlfriend. Moving your head back to look into the big blue eyes of your other one, grasping the warmth of her face with your fingertips so lovingly. “She’s being really nice to me.”
You couldn’t help but smile. Your feet jostling a little, underneath her. Nancy was being so sweet on you.
Robin’s face relaxes a little, but she does keep smiling. “Ohhh I see. Well can I at least get a kiss?” She looks between you two, with one more shot, keeping her suave body language up the entire time.
But Nancy wasn’t falling for it. In fact now she was cold, horny, and extra just wanting you. “Uhhhm Eddie didn’t get one so that wouldn’t be fair.” Nancy stopped her in her tracks. Tilting her head in that pointed way that sometimes scared you truthfully. But her hands were stroking your hair the entire time, so you only felt comforted being under her right now. Protecting you from Robin’s watchful eye, although you hardly needed defending from that.
Robin bounces up, still in her act, and she slaps on the door faux excitedly. “I could go get Eddie right now!”
That’s when Nancy finally has enough, standing up and off the bed, marching over to Robin, while you roll to your side to watch her.
“Hey babe-“ Robin smiles, managing to at least stroke Nancy’s bare arms, even though she was entirely naked, but her words are quieter to you because Nancy slams the door on her last syllable. And then she locks it.
Nancy turns right back around to you, blowing hair by her face up with her exasperated sigh, shaking her head as she smiles at you, running and bouncing back on the bed, to which you try and help catch her. Excited to see her so happy.
“Okay! Sorry about that baby. No more distractions.” Nancy apologises, brushing her fingers over your nose. Positively having to bundle up her glee at watching you blink and shake your head so cutely at the motion.
You were both just glad to be back with each other.
You reach your hands out, feeling that need for Nancy once again, tugging at your heartstrings. “C’mere.” You ask, making slight grabby hands to get her attention. You really hoped there were no more unfair diversions.
“Ooh I’m sorry babygirl. Mommy’s here.” While Nancy is serious in wanting to fill you back up with her attention, she does still slightly giggle at her words. But she keep shuffling closer, and lets you hold her wherever you need. “I’m back, and for good this time.” Nancy kisses your lips. “No one’s stealing me from you again.”
Nancy presses your shoulders into the bed so you’re laying flat on your back again. And you watch her leg very purposefully swing over yours, clearly wanting you to notice it, even as she keeps her eyes deep on you the entire time.
“And definitely no one is stealing you from me.”
Nancy slots her lips between yours. Slowly at first, but moving her body up and down, as you finally settle your hands on her bare rib cage. Kissing her back with soft movements, letting her take control of the kiss, while you just keep trying to taste her longer.
When Nancy moves her hands to cup your breasts, you moan into her mouth. Arching appreciatively into her touch, especially since her bottom half is finally right on top of you, since she had to keep herself up. Nancy smiles into your kiss, eating up your sounds as she gently squeezes beneath your breasts, her tongue gliding over yours, as she effortlessly moves with your writhing hips. Humming as she finally releases her lips from yours, with one hand coming to sweetly grasp at your lovely face instead.
“Good girl.”
You whine, bucking hard up into your girlfriend, and Nancy only chuckles. Shushing you so nicely, as she brushes her finger over your needy lips. “Now you want to put that sweet mouth to use and get to play with mommy’s clit for a good long while?”
Your hands scramble to grab a hold of Nancy, anywhere, and you try to move to exactly where she can have you.
And Nancy laves deep wet kisses into your neck, adoringly humming into your skin, as you go. Because she knows that her offer of her lulling words is one of her girlfriends favourite things to do.
Of course Nancy had to give whatever was wanted to her baby, you were just so good. She loves you.
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hiii could you write fem ready x nancy wheeler where reader and nance are dating and they are the ones going to talk to the victor at pennhurst and nancy does readers makeup or something with the outfit they have to wear before they go ? that sounds confusing so if it is you can change it up as much as you want !😭
pairing: nancy wheeler x fem!reader.
warning: pure fluff, kissing, established relationship, allusions to sexual situation, nancy is a straight up tease, feminine nicknames.
note: this is so sickly sweet i’m actually growing a cavity ( bad pun m’sorry.. ) but anyways!! missing my girl so much and i’ve been really craving writing something super fluffy so why not wack out two birds with one stone?? ♥︎
“Quit being a brat and sit still.”
You huffed in obedience, seizing your prior swiveling upon Nancy’s lap as she continued her present task of cushioning one of her makeup brushes— packed with a rosy powdered blush—against your delicate cheekbones.
Both of your legs were thrown on opposite sides of Nancy’s thighs, caging them between yours whilst your knees dug into the soft bedding of her comforter.
Her tongue lolls out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, applying some finishing touches to your fragile eyelids that were decorated in soft hues of eyeshadow.
Humming in completion, her crystal azure irises leisurely traveling up and down the extent of your figure, giving you a final once over that has you wiggling under the heating surveillance of her stare once more.
Her signature grin takes over her features, watching you as she reaches for her aged hand mirror. “Wanna see, sweetheart?”
Nodding timidly, she flips the object around so you were met with your reflection gazing back at you.
“Pretty, huh, baby?” Nancy tilts her head slightly, examining the way you immediately become flustered; your bashful gaze shifting down to fidget with the hem of her dress that resembles the one she dressed you in. “No need to get all shy on me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, isn’t that right, honey? Say it for me.”
Her thumb and index finger grasp your chin delicately, lifting your head to meet her eyes that has your whole body warming from confronting her praises. Deciding to finally humor her once you spotted the way her eyebrow began inch up impatiently. You meekly responded, “M’your pretty girl.”
Nancy’s lips pull into a satisfied smile, revealing her pearly white canines in full. “That’s right. My pretty girl,” Leaving an unhurried peck on your moisturized top lip, her tongue peaked out to drag across the flesh agilely; tasting coated shimmery lipgloss prior to capturing your eager mouth with her own.
Your incoherent whines and mewls only provoked her actions further, indifferently smearing your freshly finished makeup whilst your bunched skirt rid up your bare thighs increasingly.
Breaking apart, erratic breath decelerating, Nancy’s mouth broke out into another smirk; leaning in to tenderly nibble at the skin of your earlobe. Taking it between her teeth and tugging slightly, her raspy voice fell just below a whisper. “So smart too.”
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♡ good cop, bad cop - n.w ♡
requested by 🐍<3 i absolutely love this, may be my favourite thing i've written in ages
nancy wheeler x fem!reader, tired!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, set before s4, exhaustion, suggestive?
nancy steps in when you're about to fall asleep standing
dustin had started the cop analogy.
in reference to the four older kids that babysat them, there were two pairs. robin and steve, you and nancy. between the two former, there was no distinction. but all the kids agreed that you were good cop, nancy was bad cop.
which is why they begged you to take them to the arcade. you were tired already, and you had an essay to finish writing, but then will said, "please, it's my last week before we move!"
funnily enough, that excuse also had you dragged into the cinema, the park, the wheeler's basement, the park again because el left her bag, and then the library.
by the time you'd dropped them all home, your alarm clock read 10.24pm.
you still had an essay to write.
the rising sun cast shadows through your window, pronouncing the dark half-moons stamped beneath your eyes even further. they cast a slope across your nose in the new light, following the hair spread across the desk you'd fallen asleep at, too exhausted to crawl into your own bed.
a knock at your door stirred you, as you removed a piece of hair from your eyelid via confused blinking.
"c- come in?"
you weren't expecting to see brunette curls around the side of your door, and a perfectly manicured hand leaning against it.
"nance? hi..." you didn't want to be rude and ask what she was doing here, but you were almost definitely sure you didn't have plans today.
she smiled, approaching you and kissing your forehead briefly, "morning, your dad let me up. i've got coffee and bagels."
at the mention of breakfast you sat up properly with a stretch, gladly accepting her offerings.
you yawned, "do you have anything to do today?"
there was still a slightly giddy, affectionate smile on her face, as she let her thumb run a course over the sleepless stains under your eyes. you tried not to lean into her touch, but your deprived brain failed.
"no, darling, i've got the whole day free. we can just relax, unless you're busy?"
you shook your head to indicate your availability and let her move to face your back, arms around your midsection. she noticed the tension in your tired body as she bent down to whisper, a slight rhythm to her voice, "when your parents leave, we've got the whole house and a lot of the day... bet we could come up with some way for you to relax."
despite yourself, you smiled again and leaned into her, curling your hand around her arm, "that sounds good."
not even twenty minutes later, you were curled into a corner of your couch while nancy fiddled with the television. your hair had been brushed, your clothes from yesterday swapped for fresh ones, your face washed and teeth brushed. beginning to feel slightly more alive.
"i'm gonna grab something from the kitchen, i'll be back in a second love."
they didn't even knock. will hung at the back, seemingly unsure about the home intrusion, but clearly powerless to stop it because mike was on a mission.
he stood before you as you sat up and put your best attempt at joy on your face.
"morning guys." you repressed a yawn.
mike waved, "hi. can you drive us to family video?"
you frowned lightly, "can't steve?"
"nah his shift was too early, we weren't up in time."
you bit your lip, picking up your car keys with a sigh, "alright, but he can take you back."
they nodded amicably, will and dustin offering you a speedy thanks. they hadn't noticed nancy in the doorway with her arms folded.
"guys!" she wasn't shouting but there was a clear tone involved, "no, no way. you dragged y/n around all yesterday, and gave her like two hours to sleep. leave her alone."
mike threw his hands up, "nancy! she already said she would."
"don't care, get out. and knock next time you heathen."
grumbling under his breath, her brother shot her the finger, half-smiled at you, and left. dustin, lucas and will trailed after him, mumbling their thanks to you as they went.
chucking your car keys back onto the table they'd rested on previously, you sagged into the sofa. nancy joined you, and her hands went to yours.
"thank you," you were barely whispering, but she was paying enough attention to your lips to figure out what you said.
she didn't answer you in words, simply tugging your head towards her chest and returning your focus to the television.
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imagine baking pumpkin cookies with nancy wheeler. karen let you two take up the entire kitchen, ordering take out for the rest of them. mike had cottoned onto the fact that the two of you were definitely more than friends, but kept his mouth shut because nancy's father was not the most supportive of sapphic relationships.
nancy was very talented at baking, she would even call it one of her specialties, but you on the other hand were far from it, and decided to use your lack of baking knowledge to your advantage.
nancy would have her little cookbook laid out, carefully following the instructions, whilst you crept up behind her and threw flour in her face, the white powder coating her curly hair and long lashes.
the pumpkin cookies did eventually get made, the whole family enjoying them, but that was between many flour fights, stolen kisses and hug sessions throughout ♡
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kiss me
pairing: nancy wheeler x fem!reader | word count: 2k | warnings: none, kissing (?)
summary: when you go to nancy’s to help her edit an article for the hawkins high paper, you find it hard to control the feelings you’ve been harboring for her.
author’s note: okay so i’m very excited bc this is my first queer fic!! that being said, i don’t have any experience with being in a queer relationship, so if there’s anything that i can do to make this a better representation of a queer/wlw relationship, please let me know!! also the idea and title for this fic comes from kiss me by sixpence none the richer so listen to that while reading this if you’d like!! also i apologize for the fact that this isn’t heavily edited or proofread. i plan to come back and edit any mistakes later
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“Hello?” your voice rang out as you entered the Wheeler home. You looked about, your eyes scanning the room, not seeing anyone in the house. Your gaze flitted down to your watch, making sure you had the right time. You were a few minutes early, you realized, and you hoped that you weren’t intruding. Maybe you should go wait in your car for a bit. You felt yourself pulling back, beginning to move towards your car, before you made a split-second decision and hesitantly let yourself into the house. Thankfully, you were greeted moments later as Nancy walked into the room.
“Oh, hi!” she said with an embarrassed chuckle, “I didn’t hear you come in.” Her cheeks were dusted with a pink flush, and her hair fell in damp curls around her face. “Sorry, I look a mess, by the way. I took a shower before you got here and sort of lost track of time, I guess. Hence the hair and the outfit,” she explained, running the tips of her fingers along her brown curls and gesturing to her clothes.
You grinned at her and shook your head. “No, it’s okay,” you assured her, “You look cute. It’s like I’m seeing a whole new Nancy.”
Your statement really was no exaggeration. Where Nancy was normally put together with her skirts and blouses arranged just so, she now looked relaxed, like she was in her natural state. She was clad in a faded pair of jeans, small rips and frayed threads visible along the seams from years of wear and tear. Along with this, a faded Hawkins High sweatshirt from your freshman year hung loosely on her frame. It was the least Nancy-like thing she’d ever worn, but somehow she never looked more herself.
“Oh, um, thank you,” she replied. The blush on her cheeks deepened, and she briefly turned away in an attempt to hide her bashfulness. She pursed her lips as she paused for a moment before speaking again, “We can look at the article in my room, or we can go in the dining room, if you’d rather that.”
“Your room is fine,” you told her with a shrug of your shoulders, “It’s up to you.”
She gave a quick nod of her head and smiled softly at you, “Okay. My room it is.” She turned towards the stairs, and you followed her, climbing up the steps. As she reached the top of the second story, she cast a look over her shoulder, making sure you were behind her as she walked towards her room.
As she opened the door, you looked around the room, taking in all the posters and pictures that covered her pink walls. You smiled at the quilt and frilly sheet that covered her bed. You’d seen it plenty of times before, but you still found it so endearing that Nancy’s room maintained its girlish decor from her younger years. It gave the space a comforting and nostalgic feel that was a true testament to her sentimental nature.
“What?” she asked, noticing the grin that painted your features.
Snapping out of your daze, you shook your head. “Nothing. I’ve just always liked this room. It feels very… you,” you told her very matter-of-factly as your shoulders rose and fell. Your eyes met hers, and you gave her a small smile.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she quipped, unable to hide the smirk on her lips.
She moved to the corner of the room, grabbing her book bag and rummaging through it. A few moments later, she turned back towards you, papers in hand. “Alright, so here’s the piece. I think it’s okay, but I’d just feel a lot better if I had someone else look over it,” she explained, sitting on the edge of her bed.
You felt the mattress dip beneath you as you came to sit beside her, taking the papers into your hands. “I’m sure it’s fine, Nance. Besides, can’t you just sort of publish whatever you want? I mean, you are the editor for the school paper.”
She rolled her eyes at your comment, though you could see a sense of amusement in her face. “Technically, yes, but I don’t want to just put anything on there. I want to make sure whatever I write is good,” she explained.
A small chuckle left your lips at her words. “Anything you write is good,” you reassured, “Hell, it’s better than good. You really have a gift for this kind of thing.” Your fingers mindlessly wandered over the pages, flipping each one to reveal the endless paragraphs they held.
A pink blush painted Nancy’s cheeks. “Thanks. I think you’re a really good writer, too,” she gushed, “You’re probably the best in our grade.” She shyly looked to you, and you could see the sincerity in your eyes.
“I don’t know about that,” you responded, “But thanks. It, uh, means a lot to hear that from you.” Your cheeks adopted a red hue, nearly matching hers.
“You really should try writing for the paper sometime,” she said quietly, her eyes flitting hopefully to meet yours. “I know the editor pretty well, so I’m sure I could get you a spot,” she joked.
You softly giggled at her comment, laughter bubbling from her throat to join yours. “Yeah, maybe so,” you answered, amusement still coloring your voice. Your eyes held her gaze, your smile slowly fading the longer peered into each other. In that moment, you could feel your body being pulled towards her. It was like there was an uncontrollable magnetism about her. Your eyes glanced down at her lips, and they looked so full and soft. You wondered what they felt like, how they’d feel against yours.
But before you could close the gap between you and find out, you felt yourself back. It was a small movement, barely even noticeable, but it was enough for the moment to end. Your eyes moved to the paper in your hands, feeling embarrassed and cursing yourself for being such a coward. You’d known Nancy for the better part of four years, becoming close friends as you went through high school, but you still froze up at the chance to turn your friendship into something more.
Trying to move past your own awkwardness, you read the first few lines of the article, searching for something you can comment on. Finally, you cleared your throat, “Um, I don’t think you need a comma here.” You touched your fingertip to the paper, pointing to a particular sentence. “I mean, I know that’s like a minor thing, but I figured I’d bring it up since we’re editing it,” your voice was meek and frail as you said it, sounding nothing like yourself.
Nancy’s eyes flitted to yours, quickly looking away as they met your gaze. She nodded her head, gently taking the paper from you. A small shiver ran through you as her fingers brushed against yours. “Okay…” she whispered, grabbing a pencil and marking the page before handing it back to you.
As you began to read farther into the piece, you found the previous awkwardness melting away, being replaced by a comfortable silence as you worked together. Occasionally you would speak up, pointing to certain phrases or spelling mistakes to change. She would hum in return, nodding and making her edits on the page.
As you became more and more focused on the task at hand, you started to get increasingly annoyed with the strands of hair that kept falling in your face. Frustrated, you took the scrunchie from your wrist, pulling your hair back.
After a few more moments of you reading through the article, you heard Nancy clear her throat. “You know,” she said quietly, “your hair looks really pretty like that, all pulled up.”
You could feel heat spread across your cheeks as you looked at her. “Really?” you asked, “You think so?”
She slowly nodded, “Mhm. You’re the prettiest girl I know.” Your eyes scanned her face, and you could tell that she meant every word.
“Thanks,” you answered, trying to contain the beating of your heart as it pounded in your chest, “I, um, I think you’re really pretty, too. Beautiful, actually.” You glanced down at her lips, wanting so badly to pull them against your own.
“Beautiful?” she repeated, her voice coming out in a small whisper. She scanned your face, and you noticed that her eyes lingered upon your lips. You felt yourself slowly begin to lean towards her, and you prayed that you weren’t imagining her leaning forwards, too.
You carefully nodded, afraid that any movement would break the moment, “Mhm. Beautiful, gorgeous, angelic. You name it.” You couldn’t hide the smile that danced across your lips as you found yourself even closer to her. She smelled of vanilla and brown sugar. It was intoxicating and sweet, just like her.
Just as your lips were an inch away from hers, looked up to catch her gaze. Your voice came out in a soft whisper, “Can I-”
But your question was cut short, as Nancy pulled you into her, closing the gap between you. Your body froze in shock before you melted into her touch. Her lips moved against yours in a movement so harmonious it could only be described as perfect. You sighed against her as your hands moved to her waist, clinging to her, desperate to hold onto her and know that this moment was real. Her hands wandered into your hair, letting it down and running her fingers through your locks.
You stayed entangled in her for what seemed like a lifetime, but somehow felt all too short as your lips left hers. Her chest rose and fell as she regained her breathing, yours doing the same. You let one hand remain on her waist, bringing the other one up to push a strand of hair behind her ear. As your eyes met hers, the two of you erupted into a fit a giggles, positively giddy on the affection radiating between you.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” she breathed out. She looked more beautiful than ever, her eyes bright and her lips red and swollen, matching the crimson hue that painted her cheeks.
“Really?” you asked, disbelief coloring your voice. You couldn’t believe that this was really happening. You had never imagined that she’d feel the same way.
She eagerly nodded, “Mhm. Ever since I met you.” Her hand rested against your cheek, pulling you into another quick kiss. “God, you’re irresistible,” she sighed.
You smiled into the kiss, playfully squeezing her waist. “I could say the same for you,” you teased, laughter tumbling from your lips. She joined you, giggles flowing from her in a beautiful symphony. You stayed close to each other, breathing in each other’s air and basking in the love shared between you. Your eyes slowly drifted down to the discarded papers, scattered on the floor. You looked back up to Nancy.
“So, about that article…” you began before a loud laugh tumbled from her lips. Her thumb brushed against your cheek, and she pulled you in for another kiss.
“Forget about the article,” she breathlessly mumbled against you, “Just kiss me.” You happily obliged, pushing everything else to the back of your mind, focusing on the girl in your arms and how lucky you were to have her. She was like a drug to you, beautiful and all-consuming. To hold her and be with her was to get lost in her, and in this moment you hoped to never be found.
You pulled away from her, gasping. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” you asked her breathlessly, earning a bubble of laughter from her.
“Does this answer your question?” she quipped, bringing her lips to yours.
A huge grin marked your face as you pulled away. “God, I have the coolest girlfriend ever,” you breathed, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter.
“Yeah, mine isn’t too bad either,” she replied, taking your hand in hers, “You wanna go grab some dinner? Make it a date?”
You nodded. “Sure thing,” you answered, following her out the door. As you watched her curls bounce in front of you, you smiled to yourself. She really was the girl of your dreams.
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