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lovebugism · 1 year

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☄. *. ⋆ ┄ How The Gang™ Eats Pussy !

summary: the title is pretty self-explanatory, don't ya think? pairing: the gang™ / f!reader warnings: oral sex (r!receiving) 18+ mdni! a/n: uhh.. happy new year! what better way to start of 2023 than some good ol' fashioned smut? it's been a long time since i've posted any of my writing here so pls be gentle i'm literally so sensitive (but if you have any thoughts or requests feel free to send them here!)

steve !

he’s so so desperate to please

it stems from his reputation as king steve™ i think

like he wants to prove himself so bad even though you’re already head over heels for him

he’s constantly checking in on you

asking you if like it and if he’s doing alright

so when you say yes (because you will say yes) he redoubles his effort

he’s a total sucker for praise

it’s also totally on brand that he’s exponentially good at it

it almost makes you jealous because you’re like how many times have you done this????

but he makes you feel so good you don’t even care

it only takes a couple of times before he’s completely in tune with your body

he always starts off slow and teasing

wants to wind you up until you snap

he knows exactly where to touch you to wring your orgasm out of you

and it comes so gut-wrenchingly slow before hitting you all at once

he’s definitely the kind of guy who’ll talk you through it

“yep, there it is. c’mon, cum for me, you can do it. come on, show me how good you can be. uh-huh. thaaat’s my girl”

he makes you come so hard you cry

and he moans with his mouth on you

because he gets off getting you off

loves getting on his knees for you

and having one of your legs folded over his shoulder

so he can pull you closer by your ass

gets so into it that he won’t stop until you make him

like you have to physically pull him up by his hair

definitely a chronic hand holder™

he’ll have you on your back with his face sandwiched between your thighs

and when your legs start to shake he’ll reach for your hands

“here. hold my hands. let me make you feel good.”

but he won’t let go of you when you come

he’ll keep going as your first orgasm fades into a second, much stronger one

and you can’t stop it or push him away because he’s holding onto your hands

you just have to let it happen and it feels so good

that kind of pleasure you wanna chase and run away from all at once

and after he just smiles up at you with the lower half of his face glistening with you

“see? i knew you could do it.”

eddie !

absolutely loves a woman in charge

would definitely rather you sit on his face and ride his tongue

he’ll make you cum once that way before flipping you over and making you cum again with your legs wrapped around his neck

and he’s so fucking smug

he’s just smirking the entire time

always wants you to say his name

especially when you cum

keeps eye contact the entire time

will look directly at you while he spits on your pussy

and grins when it makes your eyes roll back in your head

if he’s feeling particularly dominant he’ll stop whenever you look away

“c’mon, look at me, sweetheart. can’t keep going until i see those eyes… there we go.”

he’s a little overeager sometimes

sloppy and aggressive when he gets really into it

sometimes you have to be like “whoa, slow down, tiger. we’ve got all night”

and he just smirks at you like “yeah, we do”

then you’re eating your words because best believe he will go all night

he’s also got a massive praise kink

and loves when you tell him how good you feel

bc he’s not all that experienced

and he likes to know he’s not the Worst at eating pussy

especially if you have more experience bc he wants to be the best for you

and he Will absolutely brag about it to anyone that will hear when you tell him no one’s ever made you cum so hard before

he’s also super duper vocal

he loves the way you taste and will 100% tell you

pussy spreader supreme™

just loves to take a minute to look at you before ravishing you

and you hate it because you feel so vulnerable

but he’s so obsessed with you “god, you have the prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen”

and he's not even saying it to make you feel good necessarily

he's basically just talking to himself

will smile and laugh like a cheeky little shit when he makes you cum

can be a little bit patronizing but in the eddie munson kinda way

“i thought you said you couldn’t cum again? what happened to that, huh?”

you’ll also have to pull him off of you or else he’ll keep going

he could absolutely eat your pussy for hours if you let him

robin !

definitely has zero experience eating pussy

like maybe she’s tried to learn by watching porn

but definitely has no idea what she’s doing

she’s a little shy at first and is constantly look to you for reassurance

wants you to tell her what to do

“go down a little bit… a little to the left— yeah, shit, right there”

and once she finds that sweet spot she’ll work at it until you come

she’s super duper gentle at first

but once she gains confidence, good luck

will give you 1000000% when her mouth is on you

like even when her neck starts to hurt from the angle, she will not stop until you cum

she’ll talk a lot and compliment you the entire time

and will say anything that comes to mind no matter how dirty it is

“god, you’re so wet” “you taste so good, i didn’t know a person could taste this good” “you’re pussy is perfect. i honestly didn’t think you could get any prettier”

she doesn’t even know what she’s saying half the time

but it literally drives you crazy

also the sound of her voice is sexy enough to make you cum

and you’re constantly begging her to talk dirty to you

“please, talk to me” you’ll whine

and after the first few times she’ll know what you mean but still play coy

“i am talking to you” she’ll say with an wide eyes all innocent

but yeah she’s more than happy to do it because 1. she can’t shut up to save her life and 2. she knows how quickly it’ll drive you to your breaking point

wants you to pull at her hair and steer her wherever you want her to go and bury her face between your legs

is not against you sitting on her face

even though the idea scares you a little

like you don’t want to hurt her or break her neck or something

she’s just like “if i die eating your pussy, i will die the happiest woman alive”

and you believe her

nancy !

so in my head she’s, like, freshly out

and hasn’t eaten a girl out before

though she has dreamed about it many, many times

but when she goes down on you, it’s like she’s a professional

bc she’s a perfectionist and can’t ever half-ass anything

she’s 100% tactical and sees it as her goal to make you come

so she’ll throw herself wholly into doing just that

will call your pussy her pussy because yeah

i see her as being a little bit rough too

so there are constantly bruises and crescent-shaped marks left on your thighs and hips from her nails

which she keeps trimmed just so she can finger you <3

there’s biting too because she loves the feeling of your skin between her teeth

won’t do it enough to hurt you per se, just enough to leave a mark

she uses just enough teeth to drive you crazy

sucks your clit into her mouth at the same time she drives her fingers into your g-spot

she’ll also spank directly on your clit to drive you towards another (second, third, fourth?) orgasm

she can get nasty with it if she wants

and will eat you out as a way to get what she wants

if you’re upset at her, she Will go down on you

partly as an apology but also because she knows you won’t be mad at her after

bc it’s impossible to be after she’s made you cum so hard you can’t feel your legs

i see her more into praising you than you praising her

she’ll compliment you the whole way through

but it’s also a little bit condescending

“oh look at you, always so pretty and wet for me, aren’t you? this is all it takes? just me touching you? seriously?”

and i see her loving to have her hair tugged at

but like also

she doesn’t like to be told what to do

so if you’re pulling her closer to you or trying to pull her away, she’ll definitely punish you

“what did i tell you about touching me, huh? that’s not what good girls do, right? now, i’m gonna make you come and i’m not gonna stop until i see tears. touch me again and you won’t come again for another week, got it?”

maybe i’m just projecting but i can see her definitely having a mommy kink

and still has an air of dominance about her even when she’s making you feel good

she’ll sense you getting close and will command that you cum for her

her voice is so soft and gentle but she isn’t asking you to cum she demanding that you do

and definitely gets off on working your body to its breaking point

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chalametluvrz · 8 months

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stranger things p♡rn links

steve harrington

steve’s passenger princess

kitten licking

railing your cunt

he knows how to treat you

manhandling you

eddie munson

his good little maid

using your pussy

playing rough

thigh fucking you

morning sex

robin buckley

playing with your pussy

enjoying her ‘cock’

eating your cunt

making a mess of her face

destroying your fuckhole

nancy wheeler

eating her out in steve’s car

overstimulating her

when she misses you

showering together turns dirty

taking control of her

jonathan byers

treating you good

“painting” you

rough backshots

riding him desperately

it’s all about you

note: all the links are working as of sep 13th!!! you will need to log into ur twitter and remove the sensitivity setting <3

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gravedigginbbydoll · 4 months

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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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robinsno1lesbian · 1 year

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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.

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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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 5 months

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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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empresskylo · 2 years

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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 masterlist

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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southelroydrive · 8 months

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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.

#nancy wheeler x fem!reader #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler fluff #nancy wheeler imagine #nancy wheeler fanfic #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x you

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thebisexualdogdad · 10 months

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Can you do a Nancy Wheeler X Male Reader were he performs Oral sex on her in the school library after she tells him to be quiet so she can study for an upcoming exam

Nancy Wheeler X GN!reader

"How long do we have to study for? It's been like three hours," you sigh, leaning back in your chair not able to look at your textbooks any longer.

"This exam is worth twenty-five percent of our grade," Nancy states, "you can go home if you want but I'm staying."

"I don't want to go home," you huff.

"Then be quiet," she chuckles, "and if you're good maybe I'll buy you dinner as a reward."

"I'm intrigued by your proposition but can we at least make this a little more interesting?" You say coming up with an idea.

"Y/N we are in the library we can't play strip studying again," she smiles, playfully rolling her eyes.

"You're on the right track but that's not exactly what I had in mind," you grin, slipping underneath the table.

"Y/N?" She asks confused when she feels you kissing up her legs which are already exposed thanks to her skirt, "Y/N what are you doing?"

"You want me to be quiet?" You say poking your head out from under the desk, "this will keep me quiet while you get to keep studying, it's a win win for both of us."

"And how am I supposed to stay-," she starts when your head disappears again and her skirt is being pushed up enough to make room for you in between her legs , "focused."

She hears a muffled, "just relax," in response and grips the edge of the desk tightly when your tongue begins to lick her through her underwear.

Nancy frantically looks around but it's after 6pm and nearly everyone else has gone home for the night so it's just you and her left in that section of the library.

You slip her underwear off of her and she moans when there's no more material blocking your tongue from touching her directly.

She freezes when a librarian walks by with a stack of books to put away having to bite down on her bottom lip when you start gently sucking on her clit.

She tries so hard to read her notes to make it look like she's still studying but the way your tongue is flicking rapidly over her clit she has to close her eyes as the words become fuzzy.

The librarian finally leaves and Nancy lets out a guttural groan.

You lift one of her legs over your shoulder giving you better access to run patterns through her folds with your tongue, her heel digging into your back.

"Oh fuck," she moans, knocking one of her notebooks onto the ground when you ease a finger inside her.

Her breath hitches when another student walks into your section standing in front of a bookcase, taking thier time looking for a book.

You add a second finger pumping steadily and kissing all across her thighs as she holds onto her textbook for dear life praying the other student leaves soon, her release quickly approaching.

They find the book they were looking for, paying zero attention to Nancy who is on the brink of orgasm.

Now that you're alone again you suck her clit harshly between your lips, curling your fingers to find the spot that takes her over the edge.

She clasps her hand over her mouth to keep herself from moaning loud enough for the entire library to hear.

Her thighs uncontrollably clamp around your head and you work her through her orgasm.

When it subsides she releases your head from her grasp and she moans as your fingers disappear but your tongue gives her a few last aftershocks, loving the taste of her.

You climb out from under the table, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand and making sure she sees you slip her underwear in your back pocket.

You lean in and whisper in her ear, "you still want to keep studying?"

"Get your stuff, we're going to your car."

#stranger things imagine #nancy wheeler imagine #nancy wheeler x reader #x gender neutral reader #fic

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milkiangl · 1 year

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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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robinsno1lesbian · 1 year

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𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎 - 𝐍.𝐖.

older!nancy wheeler x babysitter!fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: babysitting for nancy wheeler means getting fucked by her as a reward.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5261

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!!), idk if that needs a warning but reader gets insecure for a second, mention of oral sex, fingering, finger sucking, praise kink, dirty talk, mommy kink, strap-ons, not proofread (very rushed ending because i just wanted to finish it lmao)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: happy (belated) mother's day to our favorite milf! 💋

her eyes aren't just blue. they also hold a spark of grey in the inner part of their pupils.

this was the first thing you noticed when she let you inside through her apartment door.

she works a lot, needs someone to look after her child occasionally, she'd explained to you with a tight-lipped smile.

her lips had been a light shade of pink, matching the blush she must've applied before -because, truth be told, there is no way her cheeks are such a sweet pink naturally.

somehow you had been a lot less nervous than you had expected that day. you were applying for a job, this should be a lot more stressful, shouldn't it?

you should be rocking back and forth or biting your lower lip -a nervous habit you picked up on somewhen through highschool.

yet her presence had eased your normally anxious way of being.

perhaps it had been her sweet scent that lingered all over her apartment, or the way she held your hand just a little bit longer than she should've when you first greeted her.

or it might have been that little bit of grey in her ocean-blue eyes.

you can see it right now too, though it is much harder to recognize when her eyes are tired and her eyelids are fighting with all of their strength to remain open.

it's hard to believe that months have passed since the first time you met her. when there seemed to be nothing of greater importance than the color of her eyes.

looking back at all these weeks, you can't remember when or how things changed.

was it when you noticed her loneliness? when you left the apartment only for the thought of her following you for hours? when you realized that, even though she was probably in need of somebody, no one ever came?

for some reason, your pity turned into a strange longing.

perhaps because you were well aware that you could be that somebody.

perhaps because you wanted that more than anything.

and yet, none of it explains how things have gotten this far...

you promised each other that it didn't mean anything after it had first happened. an accident. something that would never happen again.

sweet little lies, told in the shameful rush of getting dressed again after you had spent hours in her bed.

that was the first mistake you made. but it was nothing but that, a simple mistake.

"we can not do this again" nancy had said, back turned to you. "she likes you...i like you. we can't- i can't afford ruining this"

of course you knew that already, of course you knew you shouldn't do this again. so you crawled over to her on the bed, a hand to her back to rub her skin to offer some sense of comfort.

nothing but an innocent touch.

one second it was that and the next it was nancy underneath you. it was her moaning your name right into your ear. you holding her while you made love to her slowly until she came around your fingers with that beautiful arch of her back.

it was nancy coming, again and again and again.

nothing stayed the same after that.

your eyes would always somehow find the other pair and you would always tell each other that this was the last time until eventually you just...stopped.

maybe she'd grown tired of the lies too and you weren't the only one who couldn't stand to hear it anymore. maybe she was just repeating them in her head, too scared to say them out loud.

either way, it was like a weight had been lifted from both of your bodies.

somehow there was no shame in the way you touched once you stopped apologizing for it.

her lips on yours became something that felt almost natural to you, like it had always been meant to be.

she gained some confidence in the way she touched you too. suddenly you found yourself on your back a lot more often, her kisses heated and wanting as she runs her mouth all over her body.

because, god, nancy herself has never known this kind of want before.

she didn't even think it was possible to feel this attracted to another.

that's until, well, you.

until she learned how to love you, how to make you moan and cry in pleasure.

after all those months, there is almost a routine in the way you do it.

you're nothing but the babysitter whenever you come around. never look at her for too long, no touching, not a word about any feelings around the baby.

not until you're behind shut doors.

it's like this all the time by now.

you're holding her daughter with one arm, the child propped on your hip while you finish cleaning the tabletop, crumbles of your own dinner, and bits of the baby food still left on the surface.

you look up to find nancy in the doorway and the baby squeals in your arms.

she resembles her mother perfectly; the same brown curls, and the exact same nose. only the eyes are different.

you've often wondered what her father might look like. he must've had brown eyes, that much you know by looking at the little one's face.

"oh look who's home" you smile at the child and take her hand in yours to wave at nancy.

"say 'hi mommy'"

nancy smiles, genuine adoration at the way she watches you, and steps into the room.

"god you're a lifesaver," she tells you. "it's past your time isn't it?"

it's long past your working hours. but you don't tell her that.

you also don't tell her how she is probably overworking herself and how this can't possibly be good for her. you conceal it with a welcoming smile.

you've gotten used to the fact that this happens, that she sometimes gets home later than she has said.

and you always try not to mention it, especially not when her daughter is around.

because if you don't take proper care of her, who will then?

"it's fine, i love spending time with this one" you let her take the baby from your arms and watch as she kisses her daughter's cheek.

you know she's about to fall into a rabbit hole of telling you how this really isn't necessary and how you should get home so instead you take her daughter back in your arms once she has peppered her little face with kisses. she's all ready for bed, you took care of that before nancy has gotten home, and her tiny yawn only proves that it's about time someone takes her to bed.

"don't worry" you quickly speak. "you look like you could use a bath. i'll take care of it, okay?"

"y/n-" she sounds like she is about to protest, but then drops her arms weakly. "i really do need a bath..."

you chuckle sweetly and let her say goodnight to her daughter before carrying her to bed.

⋆

it doesn't take long until she is peacefully curled up in her bed, snoring quietly to the even rhythm of her breathing.

then, and only then, you sneak out of her bedroom, and down the hallway to where nancy's room is. to say goodbye, is what you tell yourself.

this is how most of your days end. in the room of a woman who you technically work for.

you're taken aback by the sight in front of you when you enter the large bedroom.

nancy wheeler is laying on her side, one hand resting on her hip while the other holds a glass of champagne.

she has changed out of her work attire, switching it for a light pink set of lingerie that you've never seen on her.

it's not like there is much to see, anyway. it's a tiny thing, see-through and barely holding anything with its thin, lacy material.

might not be the best for support but, god, she looks good in it.

her hand rests just over her hipbone and, with the way the light of the room reflects on her skin, she looks almost angelic; skin pale and dark brown curls framing her face in all the right ways.

your jaw instantly drops and for a couple of seconds, you're frozen in place just staring at the woman in front of you.

your eyes wander over her body, taking in the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, her slim, long legs, crossing slightly just above the ankles.

nancy sees the way your chest is rising and falling, long before you even notice yourself.

she laughs softly before she turns to put the glass of champagne onto the bedside table, giving you a great view of her backside too.

you watch her with hungry eyes and lick your lips. this isn't what you had expected, not the kind of turn you thought this evening would take, but oh well. who are you to complain?

she crawls toward the edge of her bed on all fours and her voice is silky when she finally speaks.

"were you planning on leaving yet?" she nods her chin in the direction of the jacket you have thrown on on your way to her room.

"i- uhm- no, not anymore-“

"not anymore huh?" nancy swings her legs over the edge of the bed and steps closer to you slowly.

"no" you shake your head and gulp audibly. she hums in response. her blown pupils are a lot more visible now that she is stepping into your space with a sway of her hips.

soon enough, her delicate fingers meet your shoulder while she tiptoes around you.

you watch her from the corner of your eye, most of your focus on the weight of her hand on your shoulder.

"i missed you today, you know?" nancy mumbles absentmindedly. "couldn't stop thinking of that pretty body of yours..."

she pushes the jacket off of you as she speaks and you let it drop down to the floor.

her sweet perfume lingers all around you and you inhale deeply, taking all of her in. floral scent -your favorite- mixing with something that is entirely her own.

"y-yeah...?" you breathe, voice hitching in your throat.

"hmh" her hands roam your sides from behind, her fingers hiking up the top you're wearing while her other palm presses against the side of your neck to tilt your head aside.

her lips brush over your skin, hot puffs tickling against it.

"can i touch you...?"

the quiet "please" falls from your lips in a much more desperate manner than you had intended but you're rewarded by hot kisses against the side of your neck that quickly help you forget.

your heart is beating fast in your chest, the sensual kissing reaching new heights as her lips find the structure of your jaw and bite down on your skin.

you hiss out in pain but it quickly changing into a groan of pleasure when she runs her tongue over the pulsing mark it has left.

eventually, she steps around you, your eyes meeting when she gets up on her tiptoes, arms dangling from the back of your neck loosely.

her lips glisten in the light. they're puffy too, from how she has kissed you.

"kiss me" you whisper and it's all it takes.

nancy leans in slowly, so slowly that you catch a glimpse of her biting on her lower lip in the excitement of hearing that you want her too.

but then her mouth is on yours and nothing else matters.

she cups your face with her fingers while her lips move against yours.

they're soft and have a hint of champagne on them.

you really can not help yourself but melt against her touch, allowing her to kiss you however she wants to.

she takes her time today. it's nothing like the desperate times when you end up pressed up against the door while she makes you cum at a fast pace. the times when her kisses are uncoordinated and wild. when her lips are whispering dirty things to you.

you moan into her mouth the second she parts her lips, your hands reaching for her hair, for anything to hold onto so that you don't lose yourself in the taste of her.

she hums, fingers fumbling with the buttons of your top as she steps backward.

you're chasing her, never letting her step too far from you.

you reach down yourself, helping her get you out of the layer of clothing that is separating you from her.

nancy has reached the bed, kneeling on it without ever allowing too much space between both of your bodies.

once you have gotten rid of the shirt, you follow her, knees on the soft mattress and expensive sheets.

she pulls back then, to look up at you. she looks beautiful like this.

nancy always looks beautiful, but never like this: eyes full of want, of need.

"nancy-" you manage.

the woman in front of you bites her lip and sighs. "let me have you..."

her voice is hoarse, hungry for you.

you nod your head erratically, "yes".

her gaze wanders down your body, your legs still in a pair of wide pants.

too much clothing, nancy decides, and unzips them with a well-coordinated flick of the buttons and zipper.

you take them off quickly before turning back around to find that she's already staring at you.

to be fair, you don't really understand what a woman like nancy wheeler sees in you.

only the way you must look next to her right now has you wondering again; in a mismatched pair of light underwear that's got nothing on nancy's fancy set of lingerie.

she can tell something must be wrong, taking your face in her hands by placing her palm to your throat and grabbing your jaw between your index and your thumb.

"what is it, pretty girl?"

blush creeps up your chest and you look down at your own body. nancy's eyes dart after yours and a warm smile lights up her face.

"you're beautiful" she finally speaks, as if she's been reading your mind. "so beautiful"

she sits up on her knees and moves closer to you, one hand flat against your back when she starts kissing down your torso.

she's mumbling sweet nothings against your chest and you hold her there, a hand to the back of her head, silently begging her not to stop.

skilled fingers make quick work of your bra and she throws it over her shoulders carelessly, finally touching you closer to the way you need her.

nancy kisses further down until her lips latch around your nipple.

you gasp and she chuckles. she gets the message though, sucking harder as a first, actual moan falls from your lips.

you're already rolling your hips desperately, in search of anything from her.

"what is it?" she mumbles, staring up at you with her chin against your chest.

"touch me" you simply breathe, too much brain capacity taken by nancy to form a proper sentence.

if there is one thing that has surprised you about her, then it's the way she gets pleasure from getting you off.

of course, she loves to have your head between her thighs too, loves to come around your fingers or lips.

but she uses every possible opportunity to get you beneath her.

"will you let me touch you?" she mumbles. "will you let me take care of you?"

your eyes flutter and you nod, over and over again until you feel her finger run down your body.

her index trails a line down your middle, following the valley between your breasts, down beneath your belly button, where it pushes below the waistline of your panties.

you reach out immediately, arms wrapping around her body, and your back arches forward as her hand finally gets to where you need her the most.

she moves her arm further down until her palm is cupping your mound.

nancy watches you carefully, takes in your reaction to the first time she dips her fingers down to your entrance.

her facial expression matches your own, mouth agape and eyes fluttering when she feels your arousal pooling.

you resist the urge of pressing your thighs together, allowing her to coat her fingers in your wetness.

with a shaky whisper of "fuck, god, nancy" she starts flicking your clit slowly.

she draws clockwise circles around it, exploring the arousal between your thighs every now and then while your nails dig into the skin of her shoulder blades.

you nearly choke on your own breath when she leans close again, pulling you into somewhat of a hug, except that her fingers are working wonders on your throbbing cunt.

your jaw drops and your eyes roll back in your head when she slowly inserts two of her fingers, stretching you out around her in a way that feels a little too good.

even your head drops back at the first thrust of her fingers.

you're canting your hips, rutting against her, a plead for her to finally go faster, fuck you in the ways from which she knows that they will make you cum.

your head nuzzles her neck, all ten of your fingers scratching down her back to keep her close and to let her know how good this feels.

"you like that, yeah?" she whispers.

you bite your lip and nod, "so much nancy, please"

"yeah?" her tone is a kind of mocking that was your walls fluttering, sucking in her delicate digits.

"p-please"

nancy looks into your eyes when she picks up the pace of her fingers, curling them against that spongy spot inside you that has your knees nearly giving out underneath you.

it's heavenly but both of you know that this is not enough yet.

the whimper that falls from your lips when she removes her fingers from you is almost embarrassing but you know she likes it by the way she smirks at you.

"shhh" she takes your chin in her hand again, tilting your head so that you're looking right at her. "you're such a greedy thing aren't you?"

"hmh" you aren't even paying attention to what she's saying. "please, i need you nancy"

"you sound so sweet when you beg me to fuck you" the woman with the power to ruin you chuckles. "i wanna hear more of it"

you reach for her and kiss her, sucking her bottom lip into your mouth in a silent plead.

"don't worry, you'll have me" nancy mumbles. she leans back to look at you; at your messy hair and desperate eyes, knowing damn well that no one else could get you to such a state.

she licks her fingers right in front of your face, moaning at the taste suggestively.

your heart skips a beat and you watch her hungrily while she sucks her digits into her mouth.

"god you taste so good"

the second they leave her mouth, you lean back in. chasing your own taste by letting her tongue glide past your own lips.

eventually, she releases your mouth with a wet pop noise.

"i got something," nancy says. "and i really want to use it on you, if that's okay?"

the idea of what she might've gotten creeps its way into your mind slowly, causing your head to spin. because if your assumption is right, then you want nothing more than just that.

you confirm it by nodding your head. you can't even manage a proper response.

she tells you to wait and you gladly do if that means getting to watch her body move in the set of lingerie, clinging to her skin in all the right ways.

"god you're gorgeous" you groan while she gets on her knees next to the bed, fumbling something out of a drawer of her bedside table.

nancy smiles to herself and eyes you from where she's sitting.

"i got it just for you..." she mumbles. "i knew you would like it on me...same occasion that i got this-"

she finally gets up, revealing the mysterious object in question.

your mouth waters when you recognize what she's holding and your center throbs at the thought of her taking you like that.

"holy shit..."

you drop down onto the mattress as you watch her hand wrapped around the shaft while she's securing the harness to her hips.

you didn't think it was possible for the sight of her body in lingerie could get any better but...oh well.

nancy just chuckles while her hands secure the toy to her body.

"god, i'm gonna fuck you so good-" she whispers absentmindedly, and yet you hear every word, shivers running down your spine at the mere thought of it.

"please" you whimper, your eyes watching her every move when she turns to you again.

"turn around for me, will you?"

you comply immediately, body scrambling over the sheets while you turn and get on all fours.

you put your head down on your crossed arms, arching your ass up in the air.

nancy is out of your sight now, but you feel when her weight moves the mattress behind you, just shortly before she strokes your sides softly.

"so perfect...such a pretty thing..." her fingers trace down your spine until they reach the dip of your waist. they hook under the waistband of your panties and she pulls them down slowly.

"god" she nearly moans, "you're so fucking wet for me"

you nod your head, hips moving back against her on their own accord. at this point, you want nothing more but to get fucked senselessly by her.

"patience"

you gasp when you feel the tip run through your folds slowly, coating it in your arousal.

your eyes are pressed shut the closer it gets to your dripping entrance, silently praying for her to finally push it into you.

"i need you nancy," you whine. "please"

and, just in case that isn't enough for her yet, you add a desperate "mommy" to your begging.

nancy's nails dig into your flesh when she pushes you back against the tip, causing it to sink into your dripping pussy.

"mommy hm?" her chuckle sounds darkly in your ears. "you want mommy to give you her cock yeah-?

"oh my- yes- mommy-" you moan at the delicious feeling of getting stretched out like this.

she stills for a moment, allowing you to get used to the initial first stretch and how it feels to get filled up like this.

but you take it greedily, clenching around the cock the deeper it moves inside you.

"just like that" she praises you. "take me so fucking well...good girl"

this alone is enough for you to push your hips all the way back, taking the whole length of the strap all at once.

the gasp that comes from behind you tells you that this must've caught nancy by surprise too, but she doesn't seem to be too bothered by it.

her hand strokes over your back while she stays entirely still.

you can feel your arousal dripping down your thigh. you need her to move, need her to take you until you're screaming.

"what do you want again...?"

you don't need to see her to know there's a wicked grin on her face.

the pull-out comes suddenly, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. you wail in agony at the emptiness, ass wiggling after the sensation of getting filled up.

"i wanna hear you...”

"fuck-" you whimper. "please- please put- put it back into me- please- fuck-"

"yeah-? then let me hear you!"

"fuck yeah- god nancy please, i- ah"

she pushes herself back inside, not wasting a single second as she thrusts her hips to meet your ass over and over at a relentless pace.

her grip on your ass hardens, nails digging into the soft flesh to get you closer.

you didn't even think you could make the kind of noises that fall from your lips.

you cry out, your hands tightening to fists in the bedsheets.

"oh- oh my god nancy-"

"yeah- yeah that's it pretty girl" she grunts. "take it so well"

and it is really all you can do; taking it while you're on your stomach for her.

but, god, it's not like you're complaining, no. in fact, she's fucking you better than anyone else ever has.

"you're- fuck- so deep" you babble. "feels s'good-you feel so good when- god- when you're inside me"

"yeah? has anyone else fucked you this good? tell me? does anyone else's cock makes you scream like this?"

you shake your head against her pillows, your eyes pressed shut tightly as you whine.

nancy leans in closer, causing the strap to push into you from a slightly different angle that has it fucking into you in short but deep thrusts.

she takes a fistful of your hair and yanks you back in a way that has you yelping.

"words, princess" nancy whispers, her palm right between your shoulder blades now.

"n-no" you finally murmur. "no- no one- no one has ever fucked me this good before"

"good" she said confidently. "gonna make sure it stays this way hm?"

"yes. god yes."

her strap is pounding against your g-spot in all the right ways to a point where you're struggling to stay up on your elbows.

nancy lingers over you, her breaths coming shorter from the exhaustion of fucking you at such a brutal pace but she doesn't dare stop.

not when this gets you to a point where you can't even form words anymore.

eventually, your arms do give in entirely and your face drops into the soft sheets beneath you.

of course this does not stop nancy from pounding into you further.

"so- fuck- so close-" you mumble, face buried in the pillows.

it catches you by surprise when she suddenly pulls all the way out of you again.

"what are you-" you're about to protest but she cuts you off.

"need to see you" nancy pants. "need to see your pretty face when you cum"

she shifts on the bed and sits down, spinning you around so that you're face to face with her.

she taps her lap.

"come one pretty girl" she breathes, her voice hoarse and dripping with arousal. "ride me until you cum all over me"

you don't even know where you find the strength to straddle her lap but maybe it's just the thought of riding nancy's strap and your building orgasm that makes you do it

she kisses you deeply when you sink onto the plastic cock, a long and lewd cry erupting from your throat when you take it all the way in.

"so pretty" nancy praises while she's brushing sweat-stained hair out of your eyes.

you feel her fingers on your ass, helping you with your movements while you bounce up and down. you do it slowly at first, but quickly pick up your pace to chase your own orgasm.

"fuck please" you whimper. "nancy fuck me already"

and so she does. her hips move upward to meet yours with every thrust. you have both of your hands on her shoulders to somehow steady yourself while she is making you see stars.

she's moving slightly slower than before, enjoying the sinful moans that fall from your lips and trying to make this moment last.

but not slow enough to stop the intense build-up of your orgasm.

you reach down your body and nancy watches it happen, lets you circle your clit to add on to the intense pleasure.

the feeling in your core is swelling further and further.

"fuck nancy-" you moan. "fuck please don't stop-"

her bedroom is filled with the squelching of your cunt around the strap and the breathless moans drawn from your lips.

you're getting closer with every stroke of her and you can tell that she knows.

you can feel your walls clenching around her.

"nancy- holy shit- i'm gonna- you're gonna make me cum nancy"

"i know" she exhales sharply. "cum for me pretty girl. god, please soak my strap and cum for me"

your thankful for her hands on your waist because you would've probably fallen over, that's how much you arch your back against her.

you feel your climax everywhere, each and every nerve of your body on fire when you moan her name in ecstasy.

the hand that you have on your clit can't keep up anymore and you let it drop to your side, but the strap is more than enough for you to ride through your orgasm, coating it with your release like nancy has asked you to.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" you mumble. the sensitivity is slowing becoming too much to handle and you slow down until you come to a halt.

"oh my god" nancy breathes. "that was- god- you look so pretty when you ride me"

you chuckle breathlessly.

"seriously" she murmurs. "you're gorgeous"

you lean down to kiss her but whimper when the strap hits that one particularly sensitive spot, waves of aftershock causing your limbs to shake.

but nancy kisses you through it, hand reaching down to pull herself out of you.

"you did so good" she whispers while withdrawing the strap from you and unbuckling it from her hips.

you drop to the side immediately, the sheets comforting against your damp skin.

nancy joins just a couple of seconds afterwards, throwing the strap aside so that she can nuzzle up against you.

her hand finds yours and she links your fingers together.

"did that feel good, hm?"

you nod your head "hmh"

she wraps a leg over your lower body and holds you close. her arm crosses over your torso, a palm resting against your overheated cheek.

"i'm gonna have to get you out of these" you mumble with your eyes still closed.

"what these-?" she eyes down to her lingerie.

"hmh"

she shifts on the bed and sits up slowly. you don't open your eyes until you hear the noise of a bra getting unclasped.

"god nance you're killing me" you groan at the sight of her stripping out of the top piece.

that's when you know that this was only the beginning...

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hola , can i please request a sub!nancy and she’s needy and whiny after a while of being away from R

thank you 🙏🏾

-🧞‍♀️

•Ooooh. my. God. 😜 I like this request!

Take a sweet relax

Sub!Nancy Wheeler x Dom!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Needy. Your girlfriend was needy but you couldn't keep up with her, so what could you do? Maybe relaxing wasn't such a bad idea, what do you think?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: SMUT!!! +18!!! MDNI!! Lesbian sex, fingerings, mommy kink, praise kink, pet names (good girl, pretty girl etc...),degradation (slut, whore etc...), begging, nipple sucking, cunnilings, overstimulation, aftercare, bad language, Dom!fem!reader, slightmean!reader, Sub!Nancy, no use of Y/N.

𝐀/𝐍: Requested by an anonymous person. I had never wasted my hours thinking about a sub!Nancy, so I wasn't sure where to start but, I must say, I don't mind the result! I hope I have satisfied your request, anonymous! Sorry for my english this is not my native language. Please support and reblog. Hope you enjoy! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

You arrived home tired and destroyed. That Friday afternoon it had sent you to the mental hospital! Too much fucking work! You couldn't stand it anymore...luckily you still held yourself up and with those only strength you managed to enter your apartment. You turned the key in the lock and then opened the door and didn't find your girlfriend in the living room. Maybe she was already in bed? Probably. You thought. It was very late and perhaps it was a good thing that Nancy was in bed at this time.

You made sure not to make too much noise as you placed your jacket on the coat rack. You headed to the bedroom and almost jumped when you saw her. Nancy sitting on the bed without her nightgown and wearing a white lace bra decorated with a few pastel pink bows, she smiled lovingly looking down at you "Welcome back darling" she said while you responded with a simple "Hi".

Nancy knew you would be late today, so you didn't think she was worried "How come you're not sleeping Nance? It's very late" you told her taking off your white shirt "I was waiting for you" she said and you heard the bed springs make a strange noise, now Nancy had gotten up and was behind you, you could feel her breathing on your neck. Her arms wrapped around your waist gently as her trembling fingers traveled from your belly to your breasts "You know I felt very lonely without you" she continued and you felt her cold skin on your back, making you realize she was completely in underwear.

You knew what she wanted. But no. You weren't in the mood "No, Nancy. I'm very tired, I don't think I'm in the mood for sex" You answered and heard Nancy whimper slightly "But work has you too stressed love, maybe some sweet sex can help you relax, what do you say?" She tried to convince you. She was needy, and you knew she would continue like this all night. You snorted. “Nancy, please” your tone was tired and exhausted but her cold fingers on your bra were impossible to miss. You didn't want to, but you weren't doing anything to stop her from groping your tits "Please love, you need it, I need you" she had chosen perhaps the worst time to be needy and as beautiful as she looked in that sexy underwear, your answer was always "No" You took her hands off of you while you put on a white t-shirt with nothing underneath, remaining in your underwear, you didn't even have the strength to put on pants apparently.

Meanwhile, Nancy remained looking at you and sulked and sat back down on the bed offended, while every now and then she whined or muttered something. You closed your eyes for a moment, she knows how much you can't stand these stupid scenes of a needy bitch "Nancy, stop, go to sleep please, tomorrow I promise I'll fuck as you want, okay my love?" You proposed but she let out a grumble before replying with an “Okay” in an annoying tone as she slipped under the covers and turned off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.

You didn't want to believe that your girlfriend was serious. She should have understood you and instead she starts mumbling and acting like an offended fucking child! You brought a hand to your forehead, feeling the heat. No. You should have let it go, tomorrow morning she would surely rejoice again when you fucked her good. You headed to the bathroom and washed your face noticing the dark circles under your eyes. You looked at your reflection for a while, as if your face had taken you into oblivion and made you think for at least four minutes straight. Fuck it. You thought as you exited the bathroom with a rather irritated expression.

Your heavy footsteps could well be heard on the wooden floor as you walked back into the bedroom "Hey" You said turning on the light that Nancy had previously turned off and you saw her open her eyes, most likely trying to sleep but failing as soon as she got you you heard "What—" you didn't even give her time to speak before in no time you discovered her, revealing her beautiful body with shiny pink skin. Nancy was taken aback and looked at you with her brown eyes submissive to you. With one hand you took her jaw, forcing her to kiss you, throwing you both headfirst onto the bed, with Nancy under you while you continued kissing her passionately and without stopping. She didn't stop you, in fact she let you do it as her fingers slipped through your hair. The kiss was intense and hungry, you were tired it's true, but thinking about the way Nancy had behaved and the shitty day you'd had, you couldn't help but vent like your girlfriend had advised you to do. You had to relax. And what better way than to ruin your girlfriend? Letting her become a complete mess before your eyes while she would cry and praise. You fucking needed it.

You separated from the kiss while you tried to catch your breath "Damn, can't you even wait for tomorrow? Do you always have to want everything now? You little bitch" You regained your breath while one of your hands groped her breast forcefully making her let out a moan "Please...” is all she could say feeling between your legs how she squeezed her thighs together in excitement “Just as I thought, you can't hold yourself even a fucking minute without mommy can't you, whore?” She nodded and you let out a light laugh "I'm too tired to punish you, so be a good slut and let me fuck you so you don't whine anymore" she nodded again and you pressed your grip on her breasts tighter making her whimper, making her understanding that that wasn't the correct answer "Yes mommy" she corrected herself as she watched your figure move.

You took off her white panties noticing the wet puddle that had been created "Are you already this wet? For two words I said to you? You're pathetic Nance" your words were hard as ice, mean but Nancy didn't care, she loved when you acted that rough, especially in bed making her even more excited. You threw her panties on the floor making her totally wet pussy air, she was fucking beautiful and ready to be destroyed by you "Mommy please" Nancy begged you as her eyes were focused on your hand dangerously close to her pussy "Tell me one more time and I swear I'll leave you like this" you threatened her and she went quiet "Good girl" you praised her sticking two fingers in her needy hole. You didn't waste any time, you didn't want to tease her, so you started moving your fingers in and out repeatedly until Nancy was a mess of whimpers and moans.

“Mommy—ugh” she called out to you as more sighs and moans overwhelmed her, at the sight of your girlfriend totally out of it you showed a smirk on your face feeling that tingle forming under your legs “Show me those tits” You almost whispered getting faster the rhythm. Nancy didn't have to repeat it and with one move she uncovered her breasts showing her hardened nipples "Oh fuck" You exclaimed cursing while your fingers were wet with her juice. You bent down to get your lips to her tits sucking on one “Yes mommy!!—” she said throwing her head back. You licked every inch of her nipple sliding your saliva onto her cold tit “Mommy—I‐ugh!” She tried to speak and failed again. You looked up "Mmhh do you want to come? Do you want mommy to let you cum on her fingers? Do you want that?" Nancy nodded quickly "Yes!" She almost screamed as she was reaching the edge, the sound your fingers made in her pussy was inaudible "So come on you fucking whore, come on my fucking fingers now" you told her and soon Nancy reached her orgasm filling with her cum your fingers “That's my sweet Nancy, well done” you praised her, removing your fingers from her pussy and getting dangerously close to it again.

Nancy, while she was trying to catch her breath, looked at you "Darling..." she said to you in a tired tone "Darling? Mommy hasn't finished with you yet, do you think that after the scene you made I'll leave you like this?" You told her as you placed her legs on your shoulders bringing your lips closer to her pulsating pussy "I'll make you come again and again so you'll stop feeling needy" and so you would. You brought your lips to her clit, stimulating it with your tongue while Nancy gripped your hair. From her clit you moved down to her folds sucking and tasting every nook and cranny of her vagina “Oh fuck—” she cursed.

And so you moved on. It was one in the morning and you were still eating out your girlfriend even after her fourth orgasm "Mommy! Please stop!—" She still begged you as she pulled your hair trying to get you to come off "Come on gets to the fifth darling, you can do it" you told her, letting your tongue go into her hole. Nancy couldn't help but cry and moan louder and louder, surely making herself heard by the neighbors "I-I can't! - ah" she replied and you raised an eyebrow "Yes instead Nance, come on, obey your mommy" at that sentence Nancy relaxed the grip on your hair, letting go and arriving at her fifth orgasm "Yesyesyesyesyes-" and as you wanted, Nancy came again on your face and you moaned between her pussy "Good love, just like that" and you pulled away looking at the state where Nancy was. She was totally destroyed and ruined, the tears had now wet the bed sheets and the mascara that she hadn't taken off that day had all dripped onto her sweet cheeks.

You lay down next to her placing sweet kisses on her shoulder and the same thing on her neck taking care of her "Thank you‐" she managed to say between labored breaths, you smiled giving a light and sweet kiss on her wet cheek. As soon as Nancy fully recovered you looked at her sweet brown eyes "So, now how about we make mommy feel good before going to sleep?" You proposed and she nodded. You took off your now completely wet panties and positioned yourself on top of her with your pussy on her face, letting yourself be carried away by the sweet sensation of pleasure. You couldn't relax any better than this.

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