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slow dancing in the dark - n.w.

warnings: 18+ for generally suggestive content, making out, public *almost* sex, this is a college au

y/n wonders why exactly she agreed to this.

she stands in the corner of a distant classmate's living room, trying to drown out the excessively loud music.

she truly wasn't one to go out, and she wouldn't be caught dead at a random house party.

that was, until, her best friend had managed to convince her.

"it'll be fun! plus, steve will be there."

y/n had sighed at that, knowing that her best friend's crush on steve harrington would end up getting her hurt.

y/n was sure there was no way in hell she was making an appearance at the party, until she really thought about it.

she couldn't leave her friend alone, and it wasn't like she would be doing anything else anyway.

her empathy had gotten her into this situation, staring blankly into a room full of people she barely knew.

her stare is much less blank when her eyes land on nancy wheeler, moving effortlessly on the impromptu dancefloor (which was essentially just a carpet.)

y/n had seen nancy on campus, but didn't really know much about the woman other than that she's studying journalism.

and that she's ethereal.

her beauty is impossible to miss, even in a group of several drunk college students.

although everything in y/n's body is telling her to stay put, she knows she needs to try to talk to nancy.

she knew the regret she'd feel over the missed opportunity, and she had accepted that if she wanted something she was the one who had to go for it.

after a few moments of justifying herself, y/n makes her way to nancy, trying to blend in with the crowd of dancers.

"nancy, right?"

she figures that starting simple is her best bet. the worst nancy could do was walk away.

but she doesn't.

she turns around, and swears she feels lightning bolts through her body when she makes eye contact with y/n.

"that's me, and you are?"

"oh, uh, y/n."

"cute name," nancy simply says, her tone almost sultry.

"i guess yours is alright," y/n quips, starting to move closer to nancy to the beat of the song surrounding them.

y/n had never really done anything like this before, and her movements felt awkward and uncoordinated.

nancy didn't seem to notice, reciprocating y/n's subtle advances.

eventually, the pair falls into a rhythm, moving alongside each other in a way that looks like they had rehearsed it.

there are multiple moments where y/n swears she could kiss nancy, their faces almost brushing against each other.

nancy turns her back to y/n, still staying closely against her.

y/n holds back a gasp when she feels nancy's ass against her, her movements getting messier.

before she can react, nancy has y/n's hand in her own and is dragging her to the bathroom.

they bump into countless other partygoers, mumbling apologies without any genuine care.

nancy shuts the bathroom door behind them, managing to twist the lock.

"i," y/n starts before being cut off by nancy's lips roughly on hers.

nancy lifts y/n onto the sink by her hips, impressing the other woman with her strength.

"didn't know you were a heavy lifter," y/n teases, running her fingers through nancy's hair as they kiss.

"only when i really want to be," nancy seductively replies, hands still firm on y/n's hips.

"quit your bragging and kiss me."

Thigh riding with Nancy trying not to get caught

i've been trying to work through my inbox for the longest time, but whenever i try i get new asks that give me a random burst of energy to write...

anyway!

(smut below the cut, MDNI)

"shut up" she hisses against your lips. all adoration and sweetness from the previous makeout session had vanished, replaced by harsh, desperate desire and want. the fabric of your button-up shirt dangles loosely around your shoulders, revealing your tight bra to her. you had worn it with purpose, but not the kind that would leave you fucked out in the bathroom of steve harrington's house. you had wanted to surprise her, wanted to see that look of sudden desire flash over her soft features when she would undress you -later that night. you had bought the set a couple of days before steve's birthday party at his place, hoping to get a chance to show her as soon as possible. but then again, you hadn't intended for that to be at his party.

you really thought you could wait until later.

but instead, you had chosen to tease her on the dancefloor.

truth be told, you already had some drinks then, but it really wasn't your fault that nancy was holding your hips like that. that she was roaming your sides freely, allowing your fingers to dig into your soft flesh while she swayed you back and forth and from side to side.  so you decided to tease her back.  it had been all fun and games: you had grounded your backside against her slowly; your ass pressing into her front purposefully while you two were dancing.  you had tried not to be too obvious too, covering it up by moving to the rhythm of the beat.  one of your hands sat on her cheek when you turned around to catch a glimpse of her face. 

that was when you knew that you were in trouble:  nancy had glared at you in slight disbelief with her lips parted and her chest rising and falling rapidly.  her pupils, even under the dimmed lights, were blown wide leaving little of the blue in her eyes.  you had heard her soft gasp in your ear, a smile of satisfaction tugging at the corner of your lips when her fingers tightened on your waist. 

everything else happened in a bit of a blur: one second you were on the dancefloor, and the next she was dragging you away by the arm. 

"nancy" you had whined playfully "where are we going? don't you wanna dance?"  but your girlfriend was relentless and pulled you upstairs and into the huge bathroom down the hall. 

she had locked the door on your way in, which caused you to gulp audibly. you didn't know what exactly was to come, but you could imagine by the way she shoved you up against the door and pinned your hands above your head by the wrists.  "what was that about?" she whispered and yet all you could do was whimper, your lips chasing her own desperately. 

nancy leaned back and chuckled. "already do desperate huh?"  she didn't break the eye contact when her fingers made their way down your torso and she started working on the buttons.  hot blush crept up your cheeks at the realization of what she was about to discover but you didn't dare to move, even kept your hands above your head; excited to see how your girlfriend would react if she saw how you attended this party.

her eyes widened when her gaze fell upon your now exposed chest.  you just smirked and raised a brow at her. "like what you see?"  "shit, baby" she breathed and ran her fingertips over the lacy fabric. "you're so gorgeous"  that was when she leaned back in, her lips chasing your own while she pressed the entire length of her body against your own.  her hands found yours again, only that she didn't grab your wrists this time but linked your fingers together and held you while her lips moved in sync with your own. 

her mouth slowly traced down your jaw and you dropped your head back against the door.  "nancy" you whispered. your hand buried itself in her dark curls on its own accord, while the other girl started kissing down your neck.  you knew by the way she was sucking at the soft skin that it would bruise, leaving red marks all over you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. 

"so fucking gorgeous" nancy mumbled and her hands ran up and down your sides until they finally rested on your hips "i want you so much right now"  you leaned back slowly, poking your tongue against the inside of your cheek at the words she just said.  "nancy wheeler" you spoke "we're- we're at steve's. i want you so much. but i'm sure he wouldn't appreciate it if we fucked in his bathroom " "who said anything about fucking?"  you opened your mouth again to speak, but the only thing that came out was a desperate noise, caused by nancy's thigh which she suddenly shoved between your own. 

she tilted her head to the side, studying the way your facial features tensed up in pleasure. "hm? what do you think? this isn't fucking is it? it technically isn't and if you're quiet, no one will ever know"  you knew damn well steve would kill you, if he caught you like this. but the aching want between your thighs was only growing with each passing second and the way the denim of her pants sat against your panty-covered center, easily exposed by the skirt you chose to wear, wasn't helping. 

so you gave in.  which was precisely how you had gotten yourself into the current situation: thighs spread for nancy to keep hers between them, grinding back and forth desperately and getting your arousal all over her clothes. 

what started as softly making out while you were getting yourself off on her thigh has slowly escalated: now, just a couple of minutes later, you're panting, desperately holding onto her back while your hips are moving back and forth. nancy has one hand on your hip as well, steadying you and supporting you in your movements.  "fuck" you whine, both of your eyes closed in concentration. "fuck, fuck, fuck" "shh" nancy hushes you harshly and leans in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. her mouth is on yours in an instant and her lips part to let her tongue into your mouth. 

you can taste her in your mouth, can feel the hard, flexed muscle of her thigh against your center. it's so much, it's nearly making you forget about the party that is going on right in front of the bathroom door. the music and the noise of people talking have faded to nothing but a soft buzz in the back of your mind, nothing compared to the sensation of nancy's touch.  "nancy" you gasp at a particular hard roll of your hips against her, causing you to feel your lower half coiling in the pleasure. 

you can feel your soaked cunt contracting around nothing when you release through your panties and onto her thigh.  you could scream right then and there but nancy's mouth presses up against your own the moment she feels your body tensing and shaking in pleasure and swallows all noise that might escape your lips. 

"yeah sweet girl" she whispers. "just like that, just like that" 

just thinking about having a sleepover with nancy and you guys started touching each other bc you're both curious while listening to a sex song 😩

jesus fucking christ

18+ mdni — mutual masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, cum eating

nancy was clad in this cute plaid pink pyjamas, walking over to the foot of your bed before she kneeled on the thick mattress. and she had this curious look on her face — leaning a bit more to something...risqué.

you'd placed your magazine down, the music from the boombox filling the corners of your lavender walls. "what's up?"

she tucked her hair behind her ear, finger dragged along the shape of her strong jaw as she did so. there'd been a new glint in her eyes, one you tend to see when she used to be with jonathan; pupils gradually widening and irises glossed.

"have you ever...touched a girl?"

choking suddenly on your spit, you closed the matte magazine and threw it aside, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks. "what?"

"you know, like," she sat down, mattress dipping and making the both of you jump slightly as she did so. "like, touch a girl's...pussy before?"

you scratched your head, the soft cotton of your own blue pyjamas suddenly making everything hot in the heatwave her question had sent through you. "n-no. but..."

"but have you thought about it?"

a question that sounded so innocent, unbeknownst to you held a little bit more than it means. "y-yeah. i guess. i mean, there's nothing wrong with wondering, right?"

nothing wrong with wanting to experiment ever so often. 's not like i don't think of girls more often than i think of guys. or stare at the mannequins at a lingerie store. or touch myself to the thought of women because boys aren't just it.

"do you...want to try it?"

so yeah, that's what's gotten the both of you here, side by side, her cute pink laced panties thrown aside beside your black cotton ones on the carpeted floor. your legs spread open like the girls on pornos, or the filthy mags hidden beneath the dusted depths of your bed.

super freak blasts through the speakers, door locked despite your parents gone for the whole weekend. your heads thrown back, panting and moaning and lips wet from being licked as you fondled with each other's tits — nancy pulling and tugging on your hardened nipples like she's an expert on these things.

your pussies are bare in the open, the cold air of your ac being the only weak pleasure against your throbbing folds. you open your eyes, feeling a sudden pool of arousal start to drip to your covers when the sight of nancy naked and panting like a devious angel greets you.

"fuck," you whimper when she leans down to capture your buds into her mouth, having enough with the simple touching. her hand cups your breast from beneath and shoves it into her mouth, licking and suckling like a new born, moaning against your thick flesh.

"your tits are amazing," she sighs, her other hand impatient as it slides down the slope of your stomach before she's greedily running her slender fingers through your slick folds. she gasps against your tits. "ooh. so wet. i made you like that?"

when your hand slips between your midriff and her chest, nancy moves back to rest her head on the headboard, your fingers gently spreading her lips apart into a V. "your fault."

and then you're rubbing each other's clits. soft moans with the beat of the song, feeling each other's arousals at the pad of your fingertips. and god, you can smell her from up here — so sweet and delectable.

"oh, yeah, fuck, your hands are amazing," she giggles. "if i would have known, i would have went to you in the first place. jonathan can't do this,"

you mewl when her fingers go faster. and soon, it went from gentle circles to cruel rubbings from left to right, the contact of your folds against her fingers creating this squelching sound that makes you even more wetter.

"nancy," you squeal, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hips lift, legs shaking. she merely chuckles, gasping and cooing at the small puddle beneath your ass and the way her fingers, who despite only rubbing your clit, are now wet that there's wrinkles on her fingertips.

you pay her back, your weakening rubs suddenly plunging into her tight hole. nancy moans, jaw slacking when you push them in knuckle deep, curling and fucking fast that your arm almost looks like a motion blur. and nancy does the same; the sounds so obscene it sounded like you're pounding through meat.

"i'm gonna cum," you hump her hand, three of her slender fingers tracing your gummy walls and fucking that spot deeper than any guy could. and nancy shouts, squeals, "fuck me too,"

in that clusterfuck of fuck fuck fuck, i'm gonna cum, you feel so good, both your fingers are coated in this sticky wide substance, quick and sudden like a waterfall. neither of you slow down even as cum starts to pool out between the ridges of your hole and your fingers.

you pull your fingers out, shoving it deep into your mouth, moaning when nancy sticks her tongue out, rubbing her fingers on her pink tongue — your cum lathering over her thick muscle that you're gushing out a bead of seed when you clench your hole.

"so," she giggles, licking her lips and throwing her head sideways. "ever got eaten out by a girl before?"

*cums*

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Drunk with my friends

Nancy Wheeler x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: That evening, you and your friends had organized a girls' outing. The party was getting better and better and alcohol was playing a bad joke on you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18!! SMUT!! MDNI!!! Blurb, alcohol, toxic religion, fem!reader, use of Y/N, your surname is Williams, lesbian sex, fingerings, voyeurism, cheating, cunnilings, spanking, slight mommy kink, dirty talking, pet names (good girl, baby girl etc...), praise kink, begging, bad language, mention of drugs.

𝐀/𝐍: I love Nancy. Sorry for my english, this is not my native language. Please support and reblog! Hope you enjoy this one! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

"Come on Nance! We're going to have fun!" You urged Nancy who still seemed unconvinced.

You, Robin and Chrissy planned to go on a girls' outing and of course, Nancy was the mom of the group. Meaning she's always hesitant about partying and staying up late at night.

"That's right, nothing will happen" Robin chimed in "I don't know girls, are you sure? What if we drink too much?" Nancy said worriedly. You rolled your eyes as Chrissy watched the scene in silence a little lost in Robin "We'll be at my house. No danger, no boyfriends, no drugs, just alcohol and even if we drink too much nothing too bad will happen" You said walking closer to her placing your hand on her shoulder, she smiled at you "Alright..." She said making a big smile from you and Robin.

In your house. The evening was truly crazy. You having fun to the music while laughter filled the living room.

In the last period, you felt stressed and it had been a short time since the last time you had a night out just for you girls. But let's not talk about boyfriends! You were dating a boy you met thanks to a friend of your mother. He seemed very kind and helpful towards you, your mother wanted at all costs for you to find a meeting point with him. He was also strongly religious, as your father liked, so both of your parents took the opportunity to introduce you to him and find a way for you to get together. Real shit. Yes. As forced as it was, you liked him at first and so when he reciprocated you got together, but lately things were getting worse and worse.

He only thought about reading and barely said hello to you. He also specifically told you that acts such as sexual pleasure were not to his liking, so he would not have sex with you until you both make the decision to have a child in the future. You couldn't blame him if he had been raised badly by his mother. He barely knows what it means having fun. You would have left him, for sure, even if you were afraid of disappointing your parents.

Nancy was engaged to Jonathan. For now she didn't have many problems about it but the only thing that was wrong was the distance which made her insecure.

Chrissy was engaged to Jason, the most popular boy at Hawkins High. Lately the two have done nothing but argue, and the little cheerleader would like to have some time to have fun and be carefree.

Robin on the other hand...has no one. She's a lesbian in love but not engaged, so she's the quietest one of all.

It was ten in the evening and you could still hear your screams as you were putting a large quantity of alcohol in your stomach.

From speaking you began to play spin the bottle, in a certain sense... it was spin the bottle but with the words 'truth' or 'dare'.

“Come on Y/N, it's your turn” Robin told you and you flipped the empty Coke bottle onto the board. The tip of the bottle ended up on the yellow segment where 'dare' was written.

“Now you have to dare someone to do something,” Robin explained. You looked at the three girls to decide and set your sights on Nancy, who was also dead drunk by now.

“I dare Nancy to show me her tits” You said shamelessly. Ever since you started your evening you can't take your eyes off her breasts. You didn't know if it was the effect of the alcohol or what, but damn did you want to see them. Robin and Chrissy were speechless but they seemed to enjoy this ambiguous dare.

Nancy, throughout all this she looked at you with wild eyes "You're a pervert Williams, you couldn't wait to look at a pair of tits" She told you and you followed the divine movement of her lips while the two spectators remained watching without saying anything, curious how it would end. "Exactly, I'm curious to see yours" came a surprised noise from the lips of Robin and the cheerleader.

Alcohol was playing tricks on you, but this was not a joke...

You don't remember how, or rather, you two don't remember how. But you both ended up licking each other's tits, while Robin and Chrissy watched and cheered you on.

Nancy let out a few moans as you sucked on her hardened nipple.

The atmosphere had heated up and Nancy was the center of your attention. She was beautiful and her curious look as she looked at you was even better. Robin couldn't believe her eyes. In an instant two of her straight friends had become lesbians or any other sexuality in a matter of minutes. Was it the alcohol? Very likely in Robin's view. But not from yours. Sure, you were drunk, but you never denied yourself the attraction you had for Nancy. She was a beautiful woman, but not only in the aesthetic sense, but in everything. She was tough and she could stand up to you, she was responsible and when she ordered someone to do something...God you couldn't help but fantasize.

What were once fantasies were becoming reality and you couldn't miss this opportunity. You lifted your face and pressed your lips against hers kissing her. Robin and Chrissy, looking at you, started to warm up too, and after various comments, they too let themselves go. All four of you were a couple kissing sitting on the living room floor. Nancy reciprocated by adding tongue and you couldn't help but moan, wrapping your arms around her neck.

Fuck you. Fuck everything. Boyfriends, parents, friends and problems. Fuck you. All of you were now free as lust crawled between your legs. You in particular wanted to make bad decisions and bring down every perfect thing you had half-heartedly created.

Now you would have shouted the worst swear words at your shitty life. Fuck religion or any other shit, pussy was your religion now.

Sure enough, Nancy made you lie down on the floor and broke away from the kiss "Nance..." You said panting. She didn't say anything, just watched as you tried to catch your breath. You gave her a pathetic, submissive look, and Nancy couldn't help but giggle in your face "Poor thing..." her hand slid down your dress until it reached your skirt. Her left hand held your thigh tight making you keep your legs open, while with the thumb of her right hand she touched the wet part of your panties making you moan softly “I knew it Y/N, you are a dirty pervert, what should I do about you?" She said grinning as she pulled off your underwear.

You didn't answer and Nancy slapped your ass and you groaned "I said what should I do with you?" She repeated "Anything you want..." you blushed "Good girl..." she told you and then touched your wet folds with two fingers.

You also took a look at the other two. Both were definitely without clothes and Chrissy was making circular motions on her clit while Robin placed a few kisses on her neck, praising her and urging her to continue. You let out a moan as you felt Nancy's fingers enter your pussy. She didn't even give you a second, she started moving her fingers in and out making you moan pleasantly.

To think that in a few weeks you would have to go for confirmation. You will not be able to pray well if you have a guilty conscience and know that you have sinned so much. But you didn't care.

You had always been a devil with a halo.

Being still one would have changed little in your life.

You couldn't help the pornographic sound your pussy made as Nancy's fingers went in and out faster and faster. The living room had become a mass of moans from all four. Chrissy was about to come again, for the second time, while you were ready to reach your orgasm.

It was a beautiful feeling, and you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as her fingers were hitting that sweet spot inside you "Ohh- mommy, please..." You begged, not realizing what you called her. Nancy, the nickname didn't bother her and she didn't say anything about it "Shut up and cum" she just told you, and you didn't have to be told twice. You came screaming her name, wetting her fingers while tears ran down your face.

“Very good sweetie...” she praised you and saw your luxurious look. She pulled her fingers out of your pussy and tasted your juices “Mmhh…” she looked you straight in the eyes and sent shivers down your spine, making you close your legs.

"Ah-ah-ah, no no Y/N. Open these legs" she grabbed your thigh and you obediently did so "Good" was the last thing you heard and you looked again at the other two girls. Both were on the sofa, now tired and asleep. Of the two, Chrissy was the truly exhausted one.

You arched your back as you felt Nancy lick your clit. She continued sucking and licking until you came. Her whole face was now full of your cum, but Nancy didn't seem to mind, in fact, this allowed her to continue more wildly, torturing your poor clit "Ugh- mommy..." You repeated that nickname as your moans they increased more and more "It's too much, please...-" You begged but Nancy didn't want to listen to you, she slipped her tongue inside your hole making you tremble more than usual. You were about to come once again. Tears continued to fall down your face as you felt your third orgasm approaching “NancyNancyNancyNancy-” You repeated her name until she pulled away making you come “Fuck...” she said, wiping her lips of your cum.

You gasped and your vision went blurry.

The next day you woke up in the living room. It was early in the morning and the way you found yourself definitely shocked you. You and Nancy were half naked while Robin and Chrissy were completely naked on your couch. You immediately understood what had happened, and above all who you fucked last night. Nancy lay next to you, eyes closed as she was in dreamland. You got drunk with your friends. And that led to you fucking each other.

From that day on you decided to plan another girls night out.

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. 

THINKING ABT MEAN!DOM!NANCY AND SOFT!DOM!ROBIN DJSJSKSKSK

Nancy finger fucking you, while Robin plays with your tits and makes out with you :(( Robin telling you how pretty you look with Nancys fingers stuffed in you. While Nancy is brutally targeting your g-spot. Robin looking at nancy and going “isn’t she Nance? So pretty when you finger her” Nancy fingers speeding up making you whine and rock back onto her fingers. “She’s prettier when she’s not being a little fucking brat”

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.”

♥︎ — taglist. @amourrs @bobfloydsgf @alexxavicry @sqpphos @oncasette @fxllfaiiry

© 2023 milkiangl | don’t copy, repost, or translate my work !

nancy wheeler x fem!reader

she’s the kind of book that you can’t put down / like if cleopatra grew up in a small town

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ࿐ྂ

okay my babes, here is the new and improved kinktober masterlist!! i’ve condensed the character list considerably due to the crippling intensity of my stranger things hyperfixation but i hope you all like it regardless! i’m super excited<3

please like and rb if you can to boost!!

tagging a few mutuals for reach: @fleurfairie @crybabybf @creelteeth @morwap @alexdaydreams @etherealfaer1e @thefreakofhawkins86 @sapphireplums @kissitbttr @lovewheeler @decadentpaperduck @hauntinghawkins

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢 cnc -> eddie munson

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔬 kidnapping + stockholm syndrome -> eddie munson + steve harrington

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 breeding kink -> steve harrington

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 brat taming -> steve harrington

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢 squirting -> bully!eddie munson

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔵 mask kink -> ghostface!steddie

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 aphrodisiacs -> steve harrington

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 overstimulation -> bully!eddie munson + best friend!chrissy cunningham

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢 corruption kink -> nancy wheeler

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔢𝔫 daddy kink -> jim hopper

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 hate fucking -> eddie munson

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢 somnophilia -> eddie munson and nancy wheeler

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 throat training -> eddie munson

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 yandere -> perv!eddie munson + perv!jonathan byers

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 dom/sub dynamics [sub!daddy] -> steve harrington

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 ball worship -> eddie munson

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 phone sex -> steve harrington

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 sensory deprivation -> chrissy cunningham

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 orgasm denial -> jim hopper

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶 dacryphilia -> steve harrington

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢 threesome -> eddie munson and steve harrington

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔱𝔴𝔬 non-con -> perv!eddie munson + perv!jonathan byers

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 breath play -> bully!eddie munson

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 hypno play -> perv!eddie munson + perv!jonathan byers + perv!steve harrington

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢 impact play and sadism -> bully!eddie munson

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔰𝔦𝔵 primal and pet play -> eddie munson and steve harrington

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 anal -> eddie munson

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 bondage -> nancy wheeler

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢 blood kink and monsterfucking -> vampire!eddie munson

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶 public sex -> jonathan byers

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢 orgy -> eddie munson, steve harrington, nancy wheeler, robin buckley, chrissy cunningham

♡ good cop, bad cop - n.w ♡

requested by 🐍<3 i absolutely love this, may be my favourite thing i've written in ages

nancy wheeler x fem!reader, tired!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, set before s4, exhaustion, suggestive?

nancy steps in when you're about to fall asleep standing

dustin had started the cop analogy.

in reference to the four older kids that babysat them, there were two pairs. robin and steve, you and nancy. between the two former, there was no distinction. but all the kids agreed that you were good cop, nancy was bad cop.

which is why they begged you to take them to the arcade. you were tired already, and you had an essay to finish writing, but then will said, "please, it's my last week before we move!"

funnily enough, that excuse also had you dragged into the cinema, the park, the wheeler's basement, the park again because el left her bag, and then the library.

by the time you'd dropped them all home, your alarm clock read 10.24pm.

you still had an essay to write.

the rising sun cast shadows through your window, pronouncing the dark half-moons stamped beneath your eyes even further. they cast a slope across your nose in the new light, following the hair spread across the desk you'd fallen asleep at, too exhausted to crawl into your own bed.

a knock at your door stirred you, as you removed a piece of hair from your eyelid via confused blinking.

"c- come in?"

you weren't expecting to see brunette curls around the side of your door, and a perfectly manicured hand leaning against it.

"nance? hi..." you didn't want to be rude and ask what she was doing here, but you were almost definitely sure you didn't have plans today.

she smiled, approaching you and kissing your forehead briefly, "morning, your dad let me up. i've got coffee and bagels."

at the mention of breakfast you sat up properly with a stretch, gladly accepting her offerings.

you yawned, "do you have anything to do today?"

there was still a slightly giddy, affectionate smile on her face, as she let her thumb run a course over the sleepless stains under your eyes. you tried not to lean into her touch, but your deprived brain failed.

"no, darling, i've got the whole day free. we can just relax, unless you're busy?"

you shook your head to indicate your availability and let her move to face your back, arms around your midsection. she noticed the tension in your tired body as she bent down to whisper, a slight rhythm to her voice, "when your parents leave, we've got the whole house and a lot of the day... bet we could come up with some way for you to relax."

despite yourself, you smiled again and leaned into her, curling your hand around her arm, "that sounds good."

not even twenty minutes later, you were curled into a corner of your couch while nancy fiddled with the television. your hair had been brushed, your clothes from yesterday swapped for fresh ones, your face washed and teeth brushed. beginning to feel slightly more alive.

"i'm gonna grab something from the kitchen, i'll be back in a second love."

they didn't even knock. will hung at the back, seemingly unsure about the home intrusion, but clearly powerless to stop it because mike was on a mission.

he stood before you as you sat up and put your best attempt at joy on your face.

"morning guys." you repressed a yawn.

mike waved, "hi. can you drive us to family video?"

you frowned lightly, "can't steve?"

"nah his shift was too early, we weren't up in time."

you bit your lip, picking up your car keys with a sigh, "alright, but he can take you back."

they nodded amicably, will and dustin offering you a speedy thanks. they hadn't noticed nancy in the doorway with her arms folded.

"guys!" she wasn't shouting but there was a clear tone involved, "no, no way. you dragged y/n around all yesterday, and gave her like two hours to sleep. leave her alone."

mike threw his hands up, "nancy! she already said she would."

"don't care, get out. and knock next time you heathen."

grumbling under his breath, her brother shot her the finger, half-smiled at you, and left. dustin, lucas and will trailed after him, mumbling their thanks to you as they went.

chucking your car keys back onto the table they'd rested on previously, you sagged into the sofa. nancy joined you, and her hands went to yours.

"thank you," you were barely whispering, but she was paying enough attention to your lips to figure out what you said.

she didn't answer you in words, simply tugging your head towards her chest and returning your focus to the television.

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taglist:

@anordinarymuse @kingshitonly

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 - 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1400

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, fluff, FLUFF!, maybe mention of surgery?, reader is still a little high on medication lmao

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: emergency, i repeat, emergency. our beloved @maladaptive-day-dreams is recovering from surgery and has asked me for this. i hope this helps with your recovery? <3 i wrote this in a biiiiig rush because i wanted you to have something asap so be prepared for that lmao sorry

nancy had rushed to your apartment the minute you had called her to let her know that you were back home. this, the calling, had only worked because the two girls had made a plan for you to follow once you would get back home. your face was all swollen and talking was already painful. so, nancy had urged you to just call her. she told you you wouldn't have to do any talking at all, just sit there and wait for her to pick up. once she had answered the phone, you did mumble a weak "nance" but your girlfriend was quick to cut you off. "you're home sweetheart?" she coed softly.

"hmh" you had nodded your head too, a weak and uncoordinated gesture that nancy couldn't see through the speaker. "it's okay, it's okay" nancy assured "i'm practically on my way already, alright? just wait a minute and I'll be there" you knew she had told you not to speak but you couldn't help yourself, maybe because of the remains of the drugs that were still running through your system. either way, you mumbled: "robbie...?" nancy on the other end just chuckled and you would've sworn to see the smile on her lips. "oh honey, robin is still at work. but I'll call them and let her know to come over right away once her shift is over okay?" this was, ultimately, how you ended up in the current situation. you're laying on your couch, trying to nap out both the pain and the leftovers of the medication when you hear the front door falling shut. one hand is laying against your temple, though this is not where your face stings when nancy comes walking in. "ow, y/n" she says and stops in the doorway to the living room. "what?" you try to speak. your cheeks are red and swollen and you know from the short time you spent in the bathroom that it is red too. "you look so cute" nancy adds and walks towards you. "you think my suffering is cute?" it is hard to understand you, with the gauze pads that are stuffed over the surgery wounds in your mouth but nancy does anyway. the brunette kneels down on the floor next to you to get a better look at the situation. she smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead while she whispers: "of course not, but you do look really sweet like this" you pout and nancy chuckles. "oh baby" she covers her mouth to oppress the laughter "i'm sorry, but that's just how it is" she gets up and moves your legs up so she can sit down as well. her hands rest on your knees when she leans back on the couch and watches you through her blue doe eyes. "seriously though, how are you feeling? how was the surgery?" "terrible" you manage and drop your head back dramatically "can you believe they took my teeth...?" "well, toothless" nancy claps her hands together "you're lucky i'm here because i-" she gets up again and strokes your hair out of your face right before pressing another kiss to your forehead. "-will be taking good care of you, okay?" and then, while she gently brushes her fingertips over the bride of your nose with a smile, she adds. "you're super brave you know that?" you look up at her. you can't help but find that she looks a bit funny like this, upside down, with her breath puffing against your skin warmly. but you don't tell her that. instead, you press down onto her nose with your index and giggle. "oh someone is still high on medication, huh?" nancy laughs. "it's alright. it'll pass and besides, i'm here now yeah?" you nod your head again, just as uncoordinated before and your girlfriend jumps to her feet. "alright, let's see what i brought for you, okay?" she turns but your whining makes her turn on her heel. "don't leave" you say and add your best puppy-dog eyes. "i'm not leaving, just walking over to get my bag" still, even though it is only for a minute, it feels too long. once she has returned, you cling to her hips while she runs you through the movies she has brought and the wisdom teeth removal friendly food she has found in her fridge on the way. "not yet" she reminds you when she catches you staring at the yogurt with wide, hungry eyes. you end up curled up on the couch against nancy. she has wrapped you up in blankets and pillows and is now sitting behind you with both arms around your body. she is occasionally leaning forward to make sure you're still up while the movie you have chosen is playing in the background. and while you are sleepy, you offer her little smiles whenever her face appears in the corner of your eyes to show that you're still up. her hands sit on your hips in a comforting manner and nancy kisses the back of your head gently every now and then all while whispering sweet nothings into your hair.

"you're so brave, you know?" she breathes and you hum in response. "you managed that surgery so well and-" the front door falls shut again and both of your heads turn in the direction of the hallway to find robin practically sprinting into the living room. she is still in her family video suit and her short, strawberry-blonde bob is all messy. she must've run all the way from the store down to your apartment, judging by the way she leans over her knees and pants while looking at both of her girlfriends cuddled up together. "hi there" she says and waves at you from where she's still standing. "robbie!" you call out happily, immediately wincing from the pain of jumping up like that and calling out to her. you simply can't help yourself, being surrounded by both of your best girls now. she walks towards you and smiles. "i came as quickly as possible" she points over her shoulder with her thumb "but there were like so many people out there somehow and i'm not the best runner. i'm the worst actually, so-" "robin" nancy smiles. she loves the other girl's rambles, but you're obviously growing impatient and she nods in your direction with her chin. "oh yeah" robin nods "of course." her gaze turns to you and an adoring smile flashes over her face when she catches the first glimpse of your swollen face. "look at you" she smiles and stops in front of you "did nancy take good care of your?" you nod your head a couple of times and nancy chuckles behind you. robin then turns to look at the tv. "oh my god, star wars?! without me? seriously?" she looks down at both of you in disbelief. "hey" nancy laughs "our post-surgery baby wanted to watch it. you can hardly get mad at her now, can you?" robin looks at you again, as if to make sure but then joins nancy in her laughter. "of course not" she bends over and gives nancy a quick peck on the lips before kissing your forehead as well. "unfair" you grumble and cross your arms. "don't worry" nancy assures "once you're healed we're gonna make up okay baby?" "you better" you cross your arms over your chest and robin smiles. "oh we will" she squeezes your hand. you spend the rest of the day curled up between your girlfriends. they take turns in holding you, since the couch won't fit 3 people, until your eyes threaten to fall shut. that is when you move away from the tv and into your bedroom. they help you change and switch the pads out in your mouth before laying you down gently. you're a little squished between both of their bodies but you don't mind as long as they're just close to you. when you wake up in the next morning, the pain is still there but your head feels less dizzy. the smell of coffee lingers upon your apartment and, as you make your way out of your bedroom, you're greeted by the lovely sight of nancy and robin preparing breakfast. they turn when they hear you lean against the doorframe and beckon you over. you know today is gonna be better when they both wrap their arms around you and pull you in a comforting hug.

imagine baking pumpkin cookies with nancy wheeler. karen let you two take up the entire kitchen, ordering take out for the rest of them. mike had cottoned onto the fact that the two of you were definitely more than friends, but kept his mouth shut because nancy's father was not the most supportive of sapphic relationships.

nancy was very talented at baking, she would even call it one of her specialties, but you on the other hand were far from it, and decided to use your lack of baking knowledge to your advantage.

nancy would have her little cookbook laid out, carefully following the instructions, whilst you crept up behind her and threw flour in her face, the white powder coating her curly hair and long lashes.

the pumpkin cookies did eventually get made, the whole family enjoying them, but that was between many flour fights, stolen kisses and hug sessions throughout ♡

surprised (n.w.)

a/n: wow, there are not a lot of tags for nancy! also, ngl, i am hoping you lovelies like this one bc i think i could have done a lot better so sorry if it's not the best!

tv show/movie: stranger things | pairing: nancy wheeler x fem!reader

requested by the lovely @echos-scomplink as part of my 900/1k follower celebration (thank you so much lovely!!) i hope you enjoy it💛!

synopsis: y/n's girlfriend and friends have been acting weird, she just can't figure out why

taglist:  @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @badass-yn | @Lexi-2004 | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo | @savagemickey03 | @spongebob-in-the-upsidedown | @eichenhouseproperty *line through your user means i could not tag you lovelies!

warnings: fluff | secrets being kept | anxiety

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  Her friends had been acting odd, which really wasn’t that surprising when she really thought about it since they were oddballs to start out. What really made her step back and be suspicious was her girlfriend starting to act odd. Nancy was usually very straight-forward, blunt, goal-oriented. She stressed the importance of communication in the relationship, was an open-book with her, and never-ever strayed far from her routine unless it involved two things: something very very dangerous and important or anything to do with her job as a journalist. 

  But, this wasn’t anything to do with her job as that’s usually breaking news coverage where a story breaks and she needs to start a deep dive of investigation (which earned her the name Nancy Drew with their friend group). But, Nancy isn’t running off to the archives, the library, or the office in the early hours of the morning and spending all day there right now so it couldn't be work. And, as far as Y/N knew, there wasn’t any type of Upside Down creature threatening the town right now so it couldn’t be that. 

  She was truly stumped and it was bugging her. Not because she was insecure in her relationship and thought Nancy was cheating. There would be definite signs of that. But because she didn’t know what was going on and she didn’t like that. Y/N is an incredibly perceptive person, a trait she often cursed especially in times like this where she overthinks everything. Because of her perceptiveness, she needed to know what was going on at all times and if she didn’t, she spiralled. 

  “Hey, what’s going on up there?” Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts by her friend, Robin. Robin stood in front of her as she sat at the cafe table - their mutually agreed upon meeting point. Y/N blinked, a little stunned by the sudden intrusion. 

  “Oh, um,” She hummed, gathering her purse as she stood up. “Nothing. Just thinking really.” Y/N shrugged it off. If there was something going on, her girlfriend was going through great lengths to hide it because it took Y/N this long to notice two months worth of odd behaviour. So, obviously, Nancy has either become incredibly lax in her secret keeping, or whatever it was, Nancy was getting ready to reveal it. 

  “I bet it’s about the new job you’re starting,” Robin theorised about what had her friend so distracted. “You’re nervous, a perfectly normal human reaction to this situation, but of course, it’s you so you’ve probably thought yourself into a tizzy meaning you were in the middle of an overthinking spiral.” She determined, talking a mile a minute as they started to walk towards a random location. 

  Y/N really wasn’t sure what Robin had planned for today, all she knew was that she had asked her to hang out for the day. Y/N had agreed, knowing that she and Robin were interested in the same things meaning whatever Robin had in mind, Y/N probably liked. “You know me so well,” Y/N shook her head. Technically, Robin did get the overthinking spiral part right. “And I thought Steve was joining us?” She asked, her brows furrowed at their missing friend. 

  Robin waved her off. “He suddenly had ‘plans’,” She put air quotes around the word ‘plans’ with an exaggerated eye roll. “Something about some party for some girl. You know how he is, any chance at getting a date.” 

  “I see.” Y/N hummed, narrowing her eyes at her best friend. While Robin might be an oddball, she was an oddball Y/N knew since freshman year. An oddball who knew Robin’s deepest, darkest secrets. An oddball who hid in isolation with her throughout high school in fear that someone would find out that they liked girls. So she knew Robin. Which means, she knows that she knows something she’s not telling her. 

  “But I am sure you will see him later, he’ll come running back to us with his tail between his legs when they all shoot him down.” Robin shrugged as Y/N followed her lead. 

  “I see.” Y/N hummed again, earning a look from Robin. The way her blue eyes flicked nervously confirmed it. Robin knew something that she was supposed to keep a secret - one of her biggest inabilities. It was only a matter of time before the secret came spilling from her friend’s chapped lips. 

  Robin cleared her throat, eyes darting to look in front of them before they widened. “You know what,” She asked suddenly, her hand shoving Y/N towards the building next to them. “I think we should go in here!” 

  “Robin, this is an event hall-” She was cut off by her friend, shoving her towards it again. “Ugh,” She groaned, stumbling away from Robin’s hands as they reached out to shove her again. “Fine, I am going! I am going!” She relented, walking up the concrete stairs to the hall, eying Robin suspiciously as she brushed past her to lead the way. 

  As her friend opened the door, she could hear the echoes of Nancy’s voice instructing people to keep quiet and warmth bloomed in her chest. A surprise. It wasn’t a secret per se, but a surprise. “Come, this way.” Robin waved to her to follow her. 

  Smiling to herself, Y/N decided to play along, not wanting her girlfriend or friends to know the surprise was spoiled. “What are we doing here, Robin? We didn’t book a room out.” She asked, sounding slightly stressed to try to sell the part. Silence filled the hall other than the soft creaks of the floorboards when the hidden friends shifted. 

  “I just wanna see something in this room-” Robin waved her off, walking into one of the event rooms, flicking on the lights. Once the light turned on, everyone jumped out, yelling “surprise”. Even though she was expecting it, Y/N jumped slightly, looking around the now lit room with all her friends and family there. 

  Nancy stood right in front of her, a cardboard party hat (that matched everyone else's) on her head and a wide smile on her face. A large banner was hung on the far wall spelling out a hand painted “congratulations” in Y/N’s favourite colour. “Congratulations on your big job! We’re so excited for you!” Nancy beamed, nearly tackling her girlfriend in a hug. 

  Instantly, Y/N wrapped her arms around her as well, stumbling back from the force of the hug as Robin clapped happily beside them - mostly proud of herself for keeping the secret and pulling off the plan. “You really didn’t have to do all of this, Nancy! This must have taken you months and a load of money!” She gushed, looking around the room in awe, taking in everything. All Y/N’s favourite party foods laid out perfectly, several different drinks (some homemade and some store bought) on another table, each decoration handmade or picked out with the keen eye of her girlfriend. 

  “Nonsense! This is a big deal, Y/N. You deserve to be fussed over,” Nancy playfully scolded her. Y/N nodded, knowing it appeared playful, but Nancy meant it. She had made it her personal mission when they first started going out to make sure Y/N knew that she deserved the whole world and nothing short of it. She was the reason Y/N even applied for this job - without Nancy she probably would have just passed on the opportunity with a shrug and a muttered “like I’d ever get that job”.  “And I made it a surprise party! Were you surprised? You looked it! I actually think I got you this time!” 

  Y/N smiled sweetly, nodding. “I was definitely not expecting this, I love it.” She confirmed her surprise, pulling Nancy in to her by their conjoined hands, pressing a sweet kiss on her lips, earning another round of celebrating cheers from their friends and family. 

  “Good,” Nancy smiled at her once they pulled away, eyes alight and dancing with joyfulness and pure love. “Gives me more practice when I surprise you with a ring.” She winked, her finger softly playing with Y/N’s left ring finger causing a trail of goosebumps to travel up her arm. It was decided (informally) that Nancy would be the one to ask Y/N to marry her at some point in their relationship and both of them just ran with it. 

  “I can’t wait to be surprised again.” Y/N whispered back. Not to hide their love, but because her heart was so light and happy that she was scared to ruin this elated feeling by talking any louder.

love is nothing, i am yours.

pairing: nancy wheeler x f!reader summary: self-care date with your girlfriend, nancy word count: 1.2k title: generous heart by maya hawke warnings: none a/n: first fic for my other wife before pride month ends, enjoy :]

the lively beat of madonna’s ‘into the groove’ fills the cosy space of nancy’s bedroom, blanketing the sound of hushed giggles and the smacking of lips against lips from the outside world. 

you’re both sat cross-legged on the floor, your girlfriend’s entire collection of nail polishes littered across the carpet. with every shade imaginable, glitters and shimmers that sparkle in the dying sunlight which streams through the window. 

your back is pressed against her bed, feeling the soft floral comforter against your skin. she sits opposite you, close enough for her bare knee to graze yours. you had both long changed into your sleepwear, matching silky tops and shorts that let your bodies brush against the others as you sat close together.

with your hand being held in her gentle grip, her thumb rubs against your knuckles as she paints your fingernails. she’s humming along to the melody, bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she delicately strokes the brush onto your nails. a crease forms between her brows, furrowed in concentration and you fight the urge to smooth over it with the pad of your thumb. her brown curls pinned neatly out of her face, allowing you to admire every inch of her face. pink flushed cheeks, matching the hue of her glossy lips and lashes fluttering with every blink of her pretty blue eyes. all on display for your admiring gaze.

she looks up, eyes locking onto yours as her ministrations pause. her face relaxes, softening under your gaze.

“what’re you looking at, hm?” her head tilts to the side in curiosity, lips quirking in amusement. her eyes never deter from your own, even as her lips purse to blow air onto the wet layer of polish.

“you.” you bite the inside of your cheek, a teasing smile resting on your lips. you watch as she rolls her eyes, a soft chuckle leaving her as she lets go of your hand. you rest each palm on the floor, either side of her hips as you lean closer to her.

“oh yeah?” she raises an eyebrow inquisitively, face so close to yours you feel her hot breath fan across your lips with each word she speaks. “and why’s that?”

“cause…” you shrug, leaning forward to connect her lips with yours. it’s short and sweet, both of you smiling into the kiss before you inch away. “you’re just so beautiful.”

a small scoff leaves her lips, hands trailing down your sides until they reach your hips. she gently tugs you forward, guiding you to straddle her waist and sit yourself in her lap. “i should be saying that about you.” 

“just take the compliment, nance.” you laugh lightly, hands reaching up to rest on either side of her face. you stroke your thumbs over her cheekbones, watching the flush darken and the corners of her eyes crease as she smiles. 

she laughs with you, hands leaving your hips to gently hold your wrists. “you’ll ruin all my hard work, pretty girl,” she mumbles, guiding your hands away from her face. she presses her lips against your knuckles, careful to avoid the fresh coat of polish. 

you smile, looking down at her with an affectionate gaze. she looks back at you, her gaze mirroring yours as your hands fall to your sides and hers return to their rightful place on your hips. she tilts her head up, pressing your lips together in a peck that makes your smile widen.

“oh!” you gasp suddenly, eyes widening in realisation. abruptly scrambling off her lap, you stand up from the floor. 

nancy’s eyes follow your movements, brows lacing together in confusion. she can’t help the amused smile that tugs at her lips, watching you hurriedly make your way around her room. “what is it, baby?”

you almost trip over your shoes, which you had left at the foot of her bed, in your eagerness. you hear a muffled giggle from your girlfriend, to which you shoot her a playful glare. you eventually reach her desk, without any casualties, and pick up something she can’t quite see.

“we almost forgot the most important part.” you turn back towards her with a bright grin. making your way back over to her, you sink to the floor, straddling her waist once again and hold up what you had been in such a hurry for. nancy immediately recognises the small pot as a clay face mask, knowing you had been waiting to try it with her for weeks.

she makes a small hum of acknowledgment, rubbing her thumbs over the bone of your hips as you place it on the floor beside you. you unscrew the lid, scooping the clay onto your finger. her eyes flutter shut, a soft smile settling on her lips as you spread it onto her face, one hand gently cradling her jaw as the other strokes the creamy substance across her cheek. 

you carefully paint her face, stealing chaste kisses from your lover as her eyes are closed. her hands squeeze your hips every time your lips meet hers, and you scold her for smiling too much - complaining that it’ll make the face mask crack until eventually you’re done. 

“there!” nancy’s eyes open, seeing the proud smile adorning your face as you gaze at your work. your smile morphs into a playful grin, mischief glimmering in your eyes as you tell her, “now you look even more beautiful.”

“oh really?” she rolls her eyes at your remark, a smirk growing on her lips. before you can respond, the wheeler girl scoops a generous amount of the clay onto her own finger and smears it across the tip of your nose. your sharp gasp makes her smile grow, “and now you do too.”

“babe!” you whine, not being able to stifle the laugh that escapes your throat at her actions. you make a poor effort of hiding your amusement, brows furrowing and lips jutting out into a pout. your girlfriend, on the other hand, is giggling to herself at your reaction. her grin turns into a pout, mocking you with a chuckle.

 “what?”

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. however, the unimpressed glare you give her only encourages her laughter. 

after another whine from you, her giggles fade, replaced by a smug grin. her hands cup your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks. “okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

“you better be, wheeler.” you huff, expression softening with every drag of her thumb across the apples of your cheeks. she chuckles in response, tilting your head down to press another kiss to your lips. it lingers much longer than the ones you’ve shared in the past few hours, her soft lips capturing yours in a display of tender affection. she feels your body melt into hers, chests pressed together. 

when you finally part, you find yourself in a daze, pupils blown wide with the love you hold for the girl in front of you. she smiles at you, one of sincerity and genuine adoration, as her fingers begin to spread the clay across your face in an even coat. you watch her every movement, much like before as she cares for you. she pauses, leaning down to press another, but much shorter, kiss to your lips.

“i’ll make it up to you later, baby. i promise.”

No but like… dating Nancy

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x fem!Reader

Summary: What it’s like to date Nancy Wheeler.

Format: Headcanons (sfw & nsfw)

A/N: I’m so obsessed with Nancy you guys have no idea! Also this is my first headcanons post so be gentle lol.

Look at this soft lil baby I wish she’d look at me like that!!

SFW

Okay so dating Nancy in 1980s Indiana basically means you have to be super secretive about it.

Nancy’s love language on receiving end is definitely words of affirmation but to others I reckon it’s physical touch.

When walking in public together she’ll lightly brush her hand off yours, or put her hand on your shoulder when referring to you or pretending there’s something on your clothes so she can pat it away.

You know what she’s doing, but you enjoy it so you let her.

Then when you’re in private, you know what you’ve to do.

You need to have your arm round her so she’s cuddled up to you and resting her head in crook of your neck.

At the very least, your hand needs to be up her shirt, on her back and rubbing soothing circles.

She’s a morning person so at the crack of dawn she’s all spritely and pulling you out of bed, ready to carpe this diem!

By night time she gets tired quickly and falls asleep on you, curling up in your arms.

She needs forehead kisses when she falls asleep on you or else she gets whiny in her sleep !! It’s the rules.

She gets super excited about things and when she puts her mind to something, she works at it until she cracks it.

Before people have told her that she’s too excitable or too bossy so sometimes she feels the need to reign it in.

But you look at her with all adoration and respect while she goes on about her latest theory that she doesn’t even realise how long she’s been talking for.

She’ll catch your eye and raise her eyebrow: “are you even listening to me?”

You nod and repeat her last point to her, because you are listening to her and you think she’s incredible.

It makes her blush so hard and try to hide her cheeks as she continues with her next point.

It makes her feel validated and important that you listen to her, not matter how long she goes on for.

Also, listening to her rant about the sexism at The Hawkins Post!

Everyday she’d come home and lie on your chest, crying about what they’d said to her that day.

You rub her back and kiss the crown of her head repeatedly, whispering to her how amazing she is and that those assholes don’t realise how lucky they are to have her.

Calling her by her full name flirtatiously; “I love you, Nancy Wheeler.”

You usually stay at her house because let’s face it, doesn’t everyone just hang out at the Wheelers?

Her dad is completely and utterly oblivious that there’s anything going on between you two but it doesn’t take Karen long to catch on.

She sees how you look at each other when you think no one else is looking and how none of your “girl chats” seem to be about boys and that none of you have had a boyfriend for a while.

Karen won’t say anything though - Nancy seems really happy so she decides it’s best to just leave it.

Also when she hears the noises you both make at night when you think no one can hear, she’s just happy at least someone is getting some.

In terms of your friends: Steve and Robin know about the relationship and will do anything to protect you both. Major ally!Steve vibes.

Both of you talking about girls you know to try and find a girlfriend for Robin??

The kids start to suspect something is up but only Max fully catches on, rolling her eyes when the others have debates on if it’s weird how close you are.

When fighting monsters you’re both super protective over each other.

You would literally throw yourselves in front of the monsters to save each other.

But if one of you did get hurt to save the other, the other would get mad.

“What’d you do that for?!” “Because I love you!” “Well I told you to be careful!”

Angry protective girlfriend bickering but it’s only because you love each other so much.

Although, you have to hide how visibly turned on and in awe you are when Nancy starts handling a gun like the badass she is.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” “No reason… no reason at all.” You swallow thickly because you’re in danger and you need to focus but your girlfriend is hot!

Slow dancing outside together at weddings or parties because you can��t do it together inside.

Promising her that one day, people will see that love is love and you won’t need to hide anymore.

NSFW

sub!Nancy.

Having to put your hands over each other’s mouths so people can’t hear you.

She’s a very soft and gentle kisser, very skilled with using her mouth for other things too.

Likes to have marks left on her, being claimed.

Very clingy, sex is always really passionate and desperate.

Very grabby; when she’s close she grabs the sheets, pillows, you…

Remember she likes touching you? She’ll let you know she’s in the mood in public by finding a way to graze your ass.

Can be very sensitive if you tease her for too long.

Whiny too.

“Y/N, pleaseeeeeee.”

Likes to hear you moan her name.

Loves to be praised, she needs to know she’s doing a good job.

Praises you in return, lets you know when you’ve done something extra good that she wants you to repeat.

Her being a morning person certainly makes mornings that bit more bearable if you catch my drift ;).

Nothing beats starting off your morning routine like having Nancy finger you until you cum twice.