#Nancy Wheeler One Shot

[eds6ngel]

I read your recent Nancy fic and it was SO GOOD AKDLLEKFKGKG

would you consider writing one where reader has been teasing Nancy and being bratty all day and when they get home, Nancy just snaps and fucks the life out of reader, idk i just need more Nancy fics 😅

bratty bitch 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

nancy wheeler x fem!afab!reader

summary: after relentlessly teasing nancy on your day out on the town, nancy can’t hold it back any longer when she gets you home.

warnings: ROUGH SMUT!! kissing. hickeys. boob sucking. fingering & oral (r receiving.) squirting. strap on use (r receiving.) dirty talk. mommy kink. degradation kink. one ass smack. hair pulling. pet names (honey, baby, baby girl, my love.) a reminder in there to wash your sex toys !! some fluff & comfort at the end. [2.4k].

a/n: thank you for requesting this!! you said ‘she snaps’ and i took it very literally so… it’s a dirty one! enjoy !!

Nancy had been trying to keep her possessiveness to herself all day, but you were making it increasingly difficult as the hours passed.

It started off simple, you placing your hand into the back of Nancy’s jean pocket. Although she could feel your palm digging into her right asscheek, she let it slide.

When dinner arrived, you began upping your game. When the waiter came to take your order, you purposefully squeezed Nancy’s thigh, making her cough in surprise as she simply tried to read out the fancy name of the Italian dish that she could not pronounce for the life of her.

After you had eaten your delicious cuisine, you dragged her to the bathroom, luckily empty considering how late in the evening it was, and started making out with her against the sinks. You placed her on top of the counter, Nancy knocking over a container of liquid soap, as she tried to keep her cool. All Nancy managed to let out was a moan of “Fuck, baby,” before the sound of the bathroom door could be heard opening.

You’d never seen her part with you so fast as she practically pushed you off her so she could hop to the floor and pretend to wash her hands. You, on the other hand, just grinned as the girl walked towards one of the stalls, giving her a wave and cheeky smile as Nancy almost growled at your cockiness.

But, the ride home was when she was on the edge of snapping. You had began to put your hand on her thigh just like in the restaurant. It wasn’t too out of the ordinary, but knowing your misbehaviour today, Nancy knew that it would just get worse… and that it did.

Your hand inched higher and higher, before landing in between her thighs, pressing down over where her vulva would be. Nancy physically lets out a growl this time, warning you, “Be careful, baby. Don’t be naughty for me.”

Yet, you ignore her pleas, beginning to rub your hand over the denim of her jeans, up and down in a steady, but slow rhythm.

After your ten minutes of relentless teasing and Nancy’s thighs trying their best to stay open and put in place, she opens the car door for you, grabbing your hand and dragging you into her apartment in the centre of Indianapolis.

Before you even have time to understand her change in demeanour, she’s slapping the front door shut and ramming your back into it, Your ribs get shoved into the door handle, but you don’t have a care in the world. She’s kissing you all over, her teeth leaving marks over your cheek, neck and exposed collarbone which she had gained access to by pulling down the corners of your dress.

She’s so desperate for you that she isn’t even paying attention to the surprised moans and whines escaping your throat. She doesn’t even remove your dress, her head dipping under the fabric to attach her mouth to your boobs, swirling her tongue around your perked nipples. You can even feel her teeth digging into the fat surrounding your bud, leaving hickeys on every place she visits, each mark supported by a high-pitched whine from you.

Finally, she slows down, only for a second, to stare you dead in the eye. Her pupils are dilated, the blue orbs that adorn her soft features all but gone. “You’re such a fucking tease, baby. Being such a brat all day, trying to get us caught in that damn bathroom. Just wanted me that bad, huh? Could barely even wait for us to get home.”

You love it when she gets all dominant for you. It didn’t happen often, but when it does, you become nothing but a slut for your girlfriend. “Just needed you so bad, honey. You looked so fucking good in those tight ass jeans and white shirt that just makes your tits pop.”

She tuts at you, “Still, you could’ve waited until later. You almost made me crash, baby. And we technically got caught in public. Doesn’t sound like good girl behaviour to me. Does it sound like good girl behaviour to you?”

You shake your head, keeping the whimper that wanted to escape inside your mouth, “No, honey. I’m sorry.”

She sighs, “I’m afraid sorry’s not gonna cut it this time, baby. You were just too badly behaved and were inappropriate in public. Which means… I’m gonna have to fuck that bratty attitude out of you. Leg on my shoulder, baby.”

She gets on her knees and you immediately follow her order, draping your left leg over her right shoulder. She quite literally snaps your panties in half, you whining, “They were my favourite!”

At your disobedience, she whacks her hand down onto your pussy, a strangled cry rupturing out of you as she sooths the pain by copying your motions from earlier: rubbing her palm over your vulva.

“Naughty girl. I’ll get you a new pair another time. This wouldn’t have happened if you behaved today. Now, be quiet for me whilst I eat this goddamn delicious pussy.”

You don’t know whether she is joking or being serious about you shutting up, but you follow regardless, especially at the feeling of her sweet tongue against your clit, her fingers peeling back your lips to gain full access to you.

She’s sucking and licking, your hand swatting over your mouth as the moans threaten to spill, but you follow her presumed orders, your eyes rolling to the back of your head instead.

She’s so attentive to you, using her right hand to dig scratches into your inner thigh which is gripping for dear life, making sure you don’t attempt to leave her. Your nails are leaving similar marks in her hairline, not wanting her to part from your pussy.

She moves from calculated, fast strokes on your clit, to long, lavishing strokes up your cunt, using her perfect tongue to occasionally dip into your glistening hole.

“Oh, fuck,” you quietly let out, Nancy hearing exactly what you said, taking a mental note of all the times you accidentally moan, whimper or let the odd profanity slip from your sweet lips.

She’s doing it on purpose now, trying to find any excuse to fuck you into the night. She didn’t want you to behave at all. She wanted to claim you, ruin you, pound you until you couldn’t walk straight for the next week.

She drags her middle finger through your folds just below her tongue, gathering your slick so she can slide it into your hole, another accidental moan slipping from your lips, Nancy taking the total poll up to two.

She immediately finds your g-spot, having sex with you enough times to know the spot off by heart. She caresses it with her fingertip, her mouth going crazy over the rest of your vulva, attacking it like a woman starved.

One finger slowly becomes two, and the tally continues to increase, the silence becoming harder and harder to maintain. Her fingers are stroking you perfectly, her tongue focusing once again on your clit, flicking it side to side, followed by up and down, in a steady motion she knows will send you to the Heavens.

“Jesus Christ, honey…”

The phrase you mutter is definitely audible to Nancy, and your eyes dart open when you see her lift her head up from your pussy. Your worries continue to increase as she slowly removes her hand from your thigh. However, she dips her head back down, and you swear you see stars when you feel her next move.

Nancy licks a few times by your hole, before pushing her tongue in right on top of her two fingers. You let out a soft scream at her actions, all sense of control leaving your body as she cackles, “That’s fucking it, baby! Fucking take it! You’ve got it.”

The hand which was once on your thigh is harshly rubbing your clit, the pleasure so immense that a certain sensation builds in you that you have never experienced in your life.

“N-Nance— Nancy— Oh my god! Ah! I’m g-gonna—”

You barely even get time to finish your sentence as your vision goes to white, your ears practically ringing as the faint sounds of Nancy shouting “Yessss!” can be heard in the distance.

By the time you’ve come back to Earth, Nancy is bringing your chin towards hers in a heated kiss. She opens her mouth and lets something slide onto your tongue, something sweet, something juicy…

And when she slowly parts from you, your eyes flutter open, and everything clicks.

Her mascara is dripping down her face, her features covered in liquid, still falling from her chin and landing onto her shirt, parts now see-through from the power of your orgasm.

You didn’t just cum, you fucking squirted.

“S-So good—” is the only thing you’re able to mutter out, your brain still fucked out from the most amazing orgasm you’ve experienced in your life.

“Aww,” Nancy mockingly coos at you, “First girl to ever squirt on me. I feel honoured, baby girl.”

You smile lopsidedly, the post-orgasm haze trying to take over your body, but Nancy quickly stops that from settling in.

“But I’m not done with you quite yet…” She smacks your ass harshly, another low-seated groan being let out from you as she pushes you towards the staircase, “Bedroom. Now.”

You clumsily make your way upstairs, struggling to stand up from the way Nancy just fucked the life out of you. But… it seems as if it’s only going to become worse, and your legs probably won’t even have this much ability come tomorrow morning.

Nancy leaves the bedroom door open behind her, ordering you, “On your hands and knees, ass up so I can see it, baby.”

As you follow her commands, she undresses, sifting through her wardrobe for a particular item.

You have no idea what she’s doing, waiting patiently until you feel her roughly twist your head. You’re presented with a gorgeous sight, your favourite black, silicone cock in front of your mouth, Nancy on her knees, towering over your body.

“Suck.”

You latch onto the glimmering dildo, Nancy grabbing a tuft of your hair to fuck the cock into your mouth. You gagged around the strap, Nancy pulling the toy from your mouth and confidently saying, “That’ll do it,” with a smirk.

“Stay lying like that, baby. I’m gonna fuck that bratty attitude right out of you, ‘kay?”

You can’t muster up the courage to say anything but whimper and give her a fervent nod. And before you can even wrap your head around what is even happening, all eight inches of the plastic cock is shoved into the back of your pussy.

Nancy gives you zero time to adjust, her pulling the entirety of the toy out of you, mixing together your spit and slick with her hand, before shoving it right back in.

She sets a harsh pace, rutting back and forth into you, the dirtiest of phrases leaving her mouth, “You think you can just rile me up in public like that and expect to be happy with it?”

When you just continue moaning, she grabs you by the hair, forcing you up so your back is pressed against her bare chest, her nipples rubbing against your sticky skin, “Fucking answer me, then.”

“N-no! I’m— Shit! I’m sorry, mommy!”

“Didn’t think so,” she spits out, throwing you back down onto the mattress, not letting up on her rhythm, “You’re taking it so well, though, aren’t you? Taking it like a good girl. You’re my good girl, aren’t you, baby?”

You nod, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The way her cock hits the back of your pussy with every thrust knocks the wind out of you. All that you can mutter out is a loud “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“My goodness, baby! You’re gonna make the whole damn apartment block hear us. Unless…” she leans down to you, whispering lowly into your ear, “That’s what you want. You want everyone to know it’s me making you feel this good, baby? Want everyone to know you’ve been a fucking brat all day?”

“Y-Yes mommy, oh my God!”

She leans back up, pushing as deep as she can into you, tucking her hand underneath to reach for your clit, circling it as she sets the harsh pace once more.

The tears start falling, your walls tightening around the silicone cock as you can no longer take it, “Nance— I’m gonna—”

“Yeah? Gonna let go, baby?” she coos, letting go of your clit to wrap her arms around your centre, her lips by your ear once more, “That’s it. I got you, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. It’s okay.”

And with those words of encouragement, you scream, your legs shaking as Nancy continues her deep thrusts into your pussy as you ride out your high. Your hands grip the bedsheets harshly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let the waves crash over you.

As your screams die down and your breath comes out in heavy pants, Nancy stills her movements, kissing you softly on the cheek, her attitude immediately changing to one of care and tender, “You okay, my love?”

“Never been better,” you pant out with a chuckle.

She smiles, “I’m gonna go clean this up and then be back, okay?”

“’Kay,” you weakly reply, rolling over and getting under the covers, sleep already getting to you.

Nancy returns a few minutes later, storing the strap in the wardrobe once again and joining you in bed. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” she questions, a hint of worry in her tone.

“’Course not, baby. You just wore me out,” you giggle, your eyes already starting to droop.

Nancy chuckles along with you, “I’m glad. I’ll let you get some sleep then baby, okay?”

“Thank you, Nance,” you sweetly say, your eyes now fully closed.

“Alright,” she kisses you on the forehead, “Night, sweets. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

taglist: @robinsno1lesbian @agxxb @agenderrat

[gravedigginbbydoll]

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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[ghosttotheparty]

platonic soulmates eddie and nancy getting high and steve being Responsible; ty for the help @spectrum-spectre and @username-i-guess <3

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The door swings open a few seconds after Steve knocks hard. (Probably a little too hard given the time of night, but someone down the road from Eddie’s trailer is playing music that Steve would be able to sing along to if he knew the words, so he didn’t worry about it.)

Nancy’s hair is frizzy, and her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glassy and red. A smile is teasing at her lips. Steve’s stomach twists as he looks at her. She’s wearing a Slayer t-shirt, wrinkled and too big for her, falling to her knees and hiding whether or not she’s wearing shorts underneath.

“What the hell’s going on?” Steve asks sharply. It’s cold out, and it’s late, and the last thing he was expecting while staring at the ceiling was to hear Nancy’s voice over the phone, sluggishly telling him to come over to Eddie’s as soon as possible. (And if Nancy is telling him something so pressing, of course he’s going to listen.) But as she grins up at him, flushed and sleepy-looking, he wonders why the fuck she’d invite him over for this. Which is something he really never would have seen coming. Nancy and Eddie.

“We’re high,” she says, and he blinks.

“You’re…”

“He’s higher than me,” she says, and Steve’s never heard her voice like this, mumbly and slow and almost childish. Her lashes flutter as she blinks, gesturing with a lazy hand. “But ‘m also high. But you’re not.”

Confusion tangles with frustration in Steve’s chest, and she can see it on his face as he looks her up and down again, his eyes skimming deftly over her bare legs and Eddie’s fucking t-shirt and her tangled, frizzy hair.

“We didn’t fuck, Steve,” she says too loudly, looking at him like he’s being ridiculous, and he splutters out, “You can’t— You can’t blame me for thinking that!”

“Oh my god,” she says, exasperated, and he huffs.

“Why am I here? It’s like three in the morning.”

“Look,” she says, looking at the ground, holding a hand up. “I made brownies. We had one each, and then we shared two blunts, and then Eddie got hungry and forgot there’s pot in the brownies. And now he’s too high.”

“You made… pot brownies,” he says slowly, his mind reeling. Her expression changes, shifting into a terrifying combination of annoyance and frustration.

“Focus, Steve,” she says loudly. “He’s too high. I’m too high to help him.”

“Why’d you call me?”

“You’re, like— the mom!” she says, tossing a hand in his direction, gesturing aimlessly.

“Wha— Why?”

“You were a lifeguard.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“What, would rather I call Mike?” she asks, throwing a hand again.

“Why are you shit-talking your little brother?”

“Everyone else does.”

“That’s why you shouldn’t, he’s your brother.”

“Steve,” she almost shouts. “You’re not focussing.”

“Oh my god,” he says, exasperated, trying to push past her. “Where is he?”

“Sofa,” she says, pushing the door open further and moving aside so he can come in. “I can’t move him, he’s too heavy.”

Steve steps inside. The smell of weed hits him hard, and he holds back another Oh my god.

Eddie is laying on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling blankly, his eyes glazed over and unblinking. One of his arms is up against the back of the sofa and the other is hanging down, his fingertips brushing the ground.

“Eds,” Steve says, crouching by the sofa and nudging his shoulder. “You in there?”

Eddie stares at the ceiling, silent for a moment before, “…Steve?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“…Where are you?” Eddie asks lightly, his eyes searching the ceiling like he’s going to find Steve on it.

“Turn your head,” Steve says, begrudgingly amused as Eddie turns his head slowly to face the back of the sofa. “Other way, Eddie.”

Eddie’s bloodshot eyes widen when they find Steve, and Steve suppresses a smile as Eddie breathes, “Wow.”

“How you feel?” Steve asks softly.

“Goo-o-o-od,” Eddie slurs, grinning deliriously. “Nancy’s a baker.”

“Is she,” Steve says dryly.

“Mm. Nancy baker. Good ass baker. I’m a baker. I’m baked. Steve, I’m baked.” He giggles, his whole face lighting up, eyes squeezing shut as his cheeks squish up, the lines in his skin deepening beautifully.

Nancy is giggling behind Steve, and without turning to look at her, he calls, “Nancy, don’t you touch those brownies.”

There’s a moment of silence, except for Eddie’s giggling, and then she huffs and there’s a clatter of a knife on the counter.

“Mom,” she calls back, and he rolls his eyes.

“Steve,” Eddie stage-whispers. “Do you wanna bake?”

Steve blinks at him.

“No, Eddie,” he says calmly. “No, I don’t.”

“But it’s so fun-n-n…”

“I know, Eds, but someone’s gotta keep you in check.”

“‘S nice of you, Stevie.”

“Eddie!” Nancy calls from the kitchen, and Eddie beams at the sound of her voice, his eyes closing as he lifts his chin and says her name back. “Steve thought we fucked.”

“Nancy,” Steve snaps, looking at her with wide eyes as Eddie gasps dramatically.

“I would never,” Eddie says loudly. “Nancy Baker is a beautiful woman, but she is not my type, ‘m afraid.”

“Nancy Baker,” Steve repeats under his breath, turning back to Eddie as Nancy laughs in a way Steve’s never heard her laugh, open and loud and childish.

“Why?” Nancy says, her voice teasing. “Why am I not your type, Eds?”

“You be quiet,” he says to the ceiling, closing his eyes, his face red.

“Tell him!”

“No.”

“You can tell him!”

“I’m not gonna,” Eddie sings loudly.

Steve huffs.

“Nance, leave him alone,” he says. “Eddie, you don’t have to tell me anything.”

“Eddie,” Nancy sings back, ignoring Steve. “Tell him!”

“I am not telling Steve Harrington I’m gay, Nancy.”

Steve’s breath catches in his throat, and Nancy claps a hand over her mouth.

“You said it,” she says gleefully after a moment as Steve stares at Eddie, his stomach fluttering, because Eddie’s gay. Because he didn’t want to tell Steve.

“I didn’t tell Steve, I told you.”

“Steve is in the room, you dumbass.”

A few seconds pass before Eddie’s eyes widen at the ceiling, and his face flushes darker, and he looks at Steve, his eyes shining with a fear that Steve fucking hates.

“It’s okay,” Steve says quickly even though he’s still reeling. “It’s cool, Eddie, I don’t— I don’t have a problem with it.”

Eddie blinks at him.

“It’s okay,” Steve says again, nodding. “‘S fine.”

“I told you,” Nancy says from the kitchen.

Eddie rolls onto his side, hiding his face with his hair, groaning, and Steve takes a moment, lowering his head to the sofa cushion and exhaling shakily. He can feel Nancy watching him, but he can’t even bring himself to care.

“Okay,” he says after taking another deep breath. “Bedtime, Eds, come on.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Come on, Wayne’s gonna be here in a few hours,” Steve says. “He doesn’t wanna sleep in your bed.”

“…You know Wayne’s schedule?”

“Yeah,” Steve says softly. “Of course.”

Eddie is quiet, still hiding from Steve.

“Eddie, get up."

“Can’t move,” Eddie mumbles into the sofa.

Steve sighs, rubbing his cheek as Nancy snickers.

“Come on,” he says, standing and wincing as his knees pop, tugging at Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie just groans loudly, and Steve sighs again. “I’m gonna help you, Eds, c’mere.”

He leans down and picks up Eddie’s arm, pulling him up so he’s standing, and he’s heavy on Steve as Steve wraps an arm around his waist. He’s soft.

Steve stumbles down the hall with Eddie, whose head falls forward as he groans, his hair hiding his face, and Steve calls to Nancy to not touch the brownies. He smiles when he hears her blow a raspberry at him.

“Oh no,” Eddie says when they sway together, and Steve stops before the doorway of his bedroom.

“You feel sick?”

Eddie stares wide-eyed at the floor, unblinking, unmoving.

“Eds?”

Eddie hums quietly, standing still before his head turns in Steve’s direction slowly, his eyes following behind after a moment.

“You gonna be sick?” Steve asks when he doesn’t say anything.

“…No.”

“You okay?”

Eddie exhales, his glassy eyes skimming over Steve’s face.

“Yeah,” he breathes.

“Bed,” Steve says. “Come on.”

“‘M coming…” Eddie mumbles, and then he giggles. “Coming.”

“Jesus,” Steve mutters, his cheeks flushing.

He gets Eddie into his room and into bed, carefully lowering him so he doesn’t flop, and Eddie writhes, pushing his face into his pillow. The room is dark, lit up by the hall, and Steve flicks on a lamp.

“Where’s Nancy?” Eddie says, his voice muffled by his pillow. “Nancy. ‘S a pretty name. Nancy Wheeler Baker. Nancy. N’ncy…”

Steve gets up to call Nancy’s name down the hall, and she appears after a moment, after flicking off the lights in the living room.

She climbs onto the bed next to Eddie as Steve watches. Eddie wraps an arm around Nancy’s waist, hugging her and grinning as she looks down at him, poking his cheek.

“Edward…”

“Nancelot,” he slurs, and Steve scoffs, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty lady.”

“You are so high,” she says, emphasising every word with a poke to the tip of Eddie’s nose.

“You make good brownies,” he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as she keeps poking his nose. “Chef Nancelot.”

“It was a box mix,” Nancy giggles, leaning over his head as he snorts.

“But I could taste your lo-o-o-ove…”

She snorts, snickering and running her hand over his face.

“Are you guys set?” Steve asks, still watching from where he’s leaning against the doorframe. “Am I free?”

“Don’t go,” Nancy says, whining, reaching out and making grabby hands at him as Eddie groans. “Sleepover.”

He stares for a moment, hesitating, and then Eddie says his name, dragging it out dramatically, desperately.

“Stevie-e-e-e…”

Steve sighs, glancing at the dark window, and he gives in, kicking his shoes off as Nancy cheers, clapping happily. He climbs onto Eddie’s bed on his other side.

They’re all too close, Eddie laying partially on top of Nancy’s legs, and Steve leans against the wall next to Nancy, their shoulders almost touching.

Eddie rolls over, against Steve’s legs, and Steve looks at him. His eyes are closed, his lips curved into a happy smile, and Steve can’t help but reach down to the top of his head that’s at Steve’s waist. His hair is messy, tangled, and Steve pushes his fingers into it. Eddie hums.

“Didn’t know you guys were so close,” he says softly to Nancy.

“‘S my best friend,” she says lightly. “You know… your whole thing with Robin?”

“Platonic with a capital P,” Steve says softly.

“Mhmm. ‘S Eddie and me.”

“Soulmates?” Steve says softly. Nancy nods, smiling. “Never would’ve thought.”

She giggles quietly, scrunching her nose.

“Valedictorian and super-super senior.”

“Mhmm.”

“Eddie Munson,” she sings softly, reaching to play with the end of one of Eddie’s curls. Eddie is still smiling, head tilted up into Steve’s hand, and Steve can’t tell if he’s asleep or not.

“Eddie Munson,” Steve repeats like he’s agreeing.

“Never would’ve thought,” Nancy says quietly, almost pointedly, giving Steve a look.

“Thought what?”

Her gaze lowers to his hand in Eddie’s hair, eyebrows raised, and she reaches out to poke the back of it. (Nancy pokes a lot when she’s high, apparently.)

“I’m just…” Steve trails off, unable to find an excuse, and his cheeks flush.

“‘S cool,” she says lightly.

They’re quiet.

Steve listens to Eddie breathe, and as he scratches at his scalp gently, he thinks he doesn’t mind that Nancy called him as much as he did when he arrived.

“Steve,” Nancy says quietly after a while, after shifting and slumping against the wall. She’s resting her arm across Eddie’s chest.

“Yeah,” Steve whispers.

“…You’re too hard on yourself, you know that?”

He blinks, his eyes looking across the room at the mess of posters that are covering Eddie’s wall.

“Oh,” he says.

“You, like…” She sighs heavily. “You’re not… the same. But you keep all that guilt inside you. And you… act like you’re this whole new person, this… this nice guy. But you’re still a bully.”

His chest clenches, and he looks at her, his eyes burning.

“Because you’re so mean to yourself,” she adds after a moment. “I think… there’s a little part of King Steve still inside you, you… beat the shit out of him every day.” She’s mumbling, talking so softly that it’s almost like she’s talking to herself.

“But if you’re— if you’re gonna be Steve Steve, our Steve, the— the Steve that’s best friends with a dorky lesbian and a fourteen-year-old nerd, you gotta… forgive yourself. Let King Steve go.”

Steve blinks tears back, swallowing thickly, exhaling shakily, because she’s right. King Steve lives inside him, like he’s hiding in his ribcage, and Steve won’t leave him alone. He torments him, bullies him. Even though King Steve is just a kid, just a scared, lonely kid without a clue about what or who he is. Even though Steve knows King Steve was pretending the whole time. Lying. Wearing a false crown.

“…You know about Robin?” he asks weakly, his voice wobbly, and Nancy smiles a little bit.

“I know well.”

He looks over at her, and she looks up at him, seeing the confusion in his watery eyes.

“Like recognizes like,” she says softly.

Oh.

His lips twitch into a smile, and she grins.

“Who would’ve thought?” Steve murmurs.

Nancy smiles so brightly that her eyes squeeze shut, and she leans so her head is resting on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve tilts his head to rest on hers.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t love you like I was supposed to,” Nancy says after a while, her voice soft.

“You weren’t supposed to love me, Nance,” Steve says, closing his eyes. “You can’t… You can’t make yourself love someone just because you think you have to. It’s okay.”

“I wanted to,” she whispers.

“It’s okay,” he says again.

She’s quiet again, and he thinks she’s fallen asleep until she speaks again.

“I do love you,” she says quietly. “Just… platonically.”

“With a capital P,” Steve murmurs, and he can practically sense her smile.

“Yeah.”

“‘S cool, Nance,” he says softly. “I love you too.”

He drifts off as she falls asleep, feeling her head become heavier on his shoulder, and at some point they both shift in discomfort on the wall, sitting up straight and groaning quietly. They glance at each other in the dark lighting of the room, and Nancy shifts to lie down on the bed next to Eddie, wrapping her arm around him and sighing. Steve follows, moving slowly so Eddie can shift with him, still laying on top of him on the small mattress.

Steve falls asleep.

He wakes up to Eddie climbing on top of him, and he winces, cracking his eyes open to squint in the bright sunlight that’s shining through the room. Eddie’s legs wrap around his hips and he buries his face in Steve’s neck as he sighs, and Nancy shifts closer to Steve in her sleep.

Steve sets a hand across Eddie’s back, holding him, and Nancy finds Steve’s other arm before he can wrap it around Eddie, hugging it to herself and nuzzling into his shoulder. Steve smiles.

Eddie rubs his face into Steve’s neck again, taking a deep breath, and then he lifts his head, his body tightening and trembling for a moment.

He’s squinting when he looks down at Steve, brows furrowed adorably. He blinks blankly at Steve, whose smile widens.

“You still high?” Steve asks softly.

Eddie stares for a moment before his lips curve into a smile, and he shrugs.

“‘M on top of Steve Harrington in my bed,” he says, his voice rough. “Might be.”

Steve laughs lightly, closing his eyes. Eddie shifts to touch his face, poking his cheek and tracing the bridge of his nose and outlining his lips.

“Feels real,” Eddie murmurs.

“‘M real, Eds.”

“‘M gonna go back to sleep,” Eddie mumbles, sticking his face back in Steve’s neck. His breath is warm.

“Okay.”

[bi-disaster-yn]

Babygirl

Kinktober 2022 | Mommy kink

Pairing: collegeroommate!Nancy Wheeler x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader finds out Nancy’s secret kink and takes advantage.

Contains: top!Reader, bottom!Nancy, mommy kink, bondage, strap-on sex, lil bit of overstimulation 18+, Minors DNI!

A/N: I love top!Reader she’s a fucking menace.

“Mommyyyy.” Nancy wailed in her sleep as she shuffled and wrapped her arm round you tighter.

It took everything in you not to jump in surprise and knock the sleeping beauty off of you. Suddenly, you lost all interest in doing your compulsory reading for your 8am class. A smirk danced across your lips as you ran your hand up and down her back.

She whined slightly, squirming against your body desperately, still asleep yet somehow determined to be as close to you as possible. Whatever it was that she was dreaming about, she was clearly having a good time.

And you were going to have a good time with it when she woke up.

***

Nancy bounced up and down aimlessly on your strap. Her pretty lilac thong had been used to tie her hands behind her back which she squirmed against, making her breasts bounce. The constraints restricted her balance and you compensated by keeping your hands rested on her hips to guide her movements.

She blushed uncontrollably; she hadn’t stopped ever since you’d made her confess her secret kink to you. Although, clearly, you got as much out of it as she did.

“Mommy, please.” She begged, having been made to fuck herself on your cock for what felt like hours. The poor little thing was agitated and exhausted.

“What, babygirl?” You asked simply, kneading the soft skin of her hips and ass. “Use your words, Nance.”

“It’s too much, mommy!” She pleaded, further shuffling her body against her restraints. “Let me please you now.”

Strong, intelligent and forceful Nancy Wheeler had been reduced to a tied up, fucked out mess. The very notion of it made you chuckle.

“But you are pleasing me, babygirl.” You cooed, reaching up to brush her brown curls out of her face and put your hand on her warm, flushed cheek. “Letting me use you like this is pleasing me very much.”

At this she whined out from the ache in her hips and thighs which persisted with each movement. Her body shone with sweat while her chest and cheeks had turned a raw red colour with flush.

She looked fucking perfect.

“Let me help you, babygirl. I think you want to cum, don’t you?” You asked, flashing her a sly grin.

“Yes please, mommy. I wanna cum!” She replied, bobbing her head up and down frantically. There was no appreciation of just how loud she was being - she probably didn’t care.

“Careful, baby. If you say that loud enough then every student on campus will know you like calling me mommy - that you’re nothing but a baby that needs to be fucked. Is that what you want?” You teased her as you repositioned yourself to start thrusting upwards into her with an incredible force, completely changing the pace from what she had been used to moments prior.

Nancy was unable to answer you as the sudden increase in pace made her lose her balance and she fell forward, landing with her head in your shoulder. Unable to pull herself back up due to her tied wrists, she stayed put and mewled into your neck as you pounded into her.

“Mommy knows it’s a lot, baby. But you need to give me one more then I’ll let you go, okay? Be a good girl for mommy and cum.” You told her sweetly, in sharp contrast with how roughly you were fucking her. Looking over her shoulder you spied her bound hands flexing and then balling into fists, evidently trying to cope with all the stimulation.

When Nancy didn’t answer you but instead, continued to whine into your neck, you reached your hand between her legs and began to rub her sensitive bundle of nerves with your thumb. That inspired an answer out of her.

“Mommy! Oh my god!” She heaved out with a guttural moan which had you biting your lip to stifle your giggle. God, she was so cute like this.

It was only a matter of time when you gripped on her hip to hold her in place and doubled down on your endeavour with her clit before she would cum. Nancy writhed against you to create as much friction as possible. It was truly a stellar effort from her, and all the while she made herself hoarse with her screams.

“Mommy- I’m gonna- fuck! Right there! Mommy!” She shrieked as she felt the white heat from her orgasm completely overwhelm her body. She was so far gone at this point that she couldn’t have cared less about who heard her call you mommy. You owned her and she would freely admit that to anyone to continue feeling this good.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and she began to see stars. Her legs quivered and trembled atop your body and you could see the sex flush begin to appear on her thighs too. You had completely ruined her.

As she calmed down, she breathed heavily into your neck while you moved your hand from her clit and held her close - still tied up and with your silicone cock nestled deep inside her. A gentle reminder that you did in fact, own her.

The only sound surrounding the room was Nancy’s haphazard breathing until all of a sudden, there was banging on the walls coming from the dorm next door.

“Hey! Can you two sort out your weird family shit with a therapist! Some of us have a paper due in the morning!” The familiar voice of your friend, Linda shouted.

You laughed the comment off but you could feel the embarrassment radiate off poor Nance.

“Shut up.” She mumbled against the skin of your neck, burying her head in it to hide her own humiliation. A hand raised and cracked down harshly on her ass making her wince and jump simultaneously. You smirked in amusement at how quickly you’d put her in her place.

“Don’t tell mommy what to do, babygirl.”

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Weekend- Nancy Wheeler

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Reader

Characters: Nancy Wheeler

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) + “Hug” please? Thank you!! 🖤

Word Count: 509

Author: Charlotte

Dating whilst in high school had some convenience. For a large percentage of your week, you were in forced proximity of classes, giving you reason to be with each other for so long before you could spend extra time together outside of school hours. With your finals coming up, that time within the school building were valuable as nearly ever other minute was spent doing extra studying.

You shared most of your classes with your girlfriend Nancy which meant you could share whispers of sweet nothings or exchange glances whilst taking in the content of classes, whilst using the time in between to truly catch up and steal a moment to yourselves. You had so many plans for your futures together but for now you knew that you both needed to do well in your exams for there to even be a future for the two of you to share. It would have been amazing to spend the hours after school on dates or using your weekends to explore further afield than your small town, but those were the things that were helping keep you sane through the never-ending studying.

Friday afternoons had become the hardest. You would have two days of being away from Nancy and although you’d share a phone call at least once in that time, you knew that wasn’t going to be satisfactory and you would still long to be beside her.

The two of you headed out amongst the crowd of fellow students, heading over to your cars that were parked beside one another, your fingers interlaced as you headed there.

“Only five more weeks and then we can have our weekends back,” you sighed.

She gave you a weak smile. Nancy struggled as much as you did with the separations that exams had forced on you, but she was far more optimistic about what would come.

“That’s not too bad,” she smiled. “Once finals are done and out of the way, we have all summer before we head off to college and even then, we’ll be in a new city together and won’t have important exams for a while.”

You shrugged your shoulders, not caring as much about the positives that the future could hold, if you were upset currently.

“That doesn’t make this weekend any easier,” you huffed. “I need to cover the rest of our physics modules this weekend and all I’ll be able to think about is that we could have gone out for a movie instead.”

Nancy wrapped her arms around you in a warm embrace, one that you would desperately miss until you saw her again on Monday.

“I believe in you,” she smiled, turning to unlock her car. “And if you need any help, you know you can call me, I got a 97 on the practice exam.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll call you.”

You unlocked your own car, turning back one last time to look at your girlfriend as she slipped into the driver’s seat.

“I love you, speak to you tonight,” she said.

“Love you too.”

[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

God I love Dustin Henderson so much man, I know Will is in love with Mike because only a deeply down bad homosexual would be able to say Mike “is the heart” when Dustin is alive and in the party. Dustin is the one constantly mediating in S1 between Mike and Lucas, he’s even insecure of his own newness to the group when he conciliates. Because even though the party are all HIS best friends he is able to rationalize why they might have a hierarchy based on seniority. Mike makes it clear that isn’t the case. It’s partly why Dustin is quicker to accept Eleven and partly why he’s so open to including Max “as the new kid” because that was him once. Dustin’s iconic “she’s our friend and she’s crazy!” Dustin and Lucas having parallel deviations from their code of honor in ST2 and Dustin being (so dramatic ik) literally ready to fall on the sword for his misdoings. Dustin basically involving Steve out of necessity but then cultivating that relationship to make Steve a good friend, Steve who had the shittiest friends in high school and attention for all the wrong reasons. Steve never had a true friend in his life and then some 12 year old basically gave him a crash course. In ST3 when Dustin earnestly challenges Steve’s socially conditioned need to be seen as cool only for Steve to become bffs with a band geek. A band geek who is also a lesbian that Steve would rather be seen as a rizzless hack of a womanizer than out her to anybody, even Dustin. All of Dustin and Steve. Dustin going from calling Steve a douchebag, to Eddie saying the kid worships him and thinks he’s a total badass. Dustin who in ST4 is once again demolishing social norms of high school vs middle school because FUCK, his friend is in middle school! His friend Erica, his comrade Lady Applejack, is a black girl in junior high and he dgaf what anyone thinks about it. ALL OF DUSTIN AND ERICA. Dustin teaching Erica to embrace her inner nerd, to Erica staunchly declaring “I’ve bled with him!” When asked if she knows Dustin. Dustin who is the FIRST person that Max goes to when shit hits the fan in ST4 because god damn dude Dustin is the heart. Dustin’s unwavering support of Eddie even when the evidence is stacked against him, Dustin always believed in Eddie Munson. Dustin is the only one who truly offers Wayne condolences. He is the friend of all friends. Dustin is constantly carrying the party through crisis and discomfort, he’s dedicated, he’s unabashedly caring, and he’s the character that is able to socially move across the board in every direction. I fuckin love this little curly haired drama king because these geeks would be LOST without him!!! If Dustin isn’t the heart; he’s the Central Nervous System, he’s the nucleus, he’s fucking vital to not only the party but every other tertiary character of importance. He’s constantly inspiring and providing direction. He’s a goofball, he’s wise beyond his years, he’s a lover and he’s a fighter, he always has a plan and he always has a bad idea, he’s the voice of reason and the resounding falsetto alarm of things gone wrong, he’s never done anything wrong ever in his life, one time something ate his cat but besides that. He’s my heart of the show damn it!

[unamusing-s]

I keep getting teary-eyed thinking about how season one Steve Harrington went to the Byers's house to apologize to Jonathan, not even knowing Nancy was there.

He literally ditched his friends and immediately started trying to fix the things that he actively did harm to. Starting with helping the man at the theater, then presumably, immediately after, went to Jonathan’s house to apologize. Steve actually wanted to make things right! He wanted to let Jonathan know that what he did–and said–wasn't okay, he knew he did something wrong.

That's why I loved him in season 1, and I was so fucking happy to see his character in the rest of the series evolve. Like he really is the babygirl, our redemption king, and I love that for him.

[theapangea]

Missed You Too

Missed You Too

Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: You finally kiss Steve.

A/N: Ok this is one that I posted on AO3 after the end of the last season. Obviously I had to write something good for Steve because they do my boy so dirty!! HE IS NOT SOMEONES SECOND CHOICE!! Hope you enjoy my loves <3!!

The past week was a blur. You didn’t expect your first college spring break to end with you racing back to Hawkins to see the aftermath of what Venca…? One…? Henry…caused. You didn’t want to entirely believe that the Upside Down still existed, that the gate was still open after you all fought so hard to close it time and time again. That’s why you chose to leave Hawkins in the first place, moving across the country to get away from the horrors of that small town. 

But when Jonathan, Will, and Mike show up at your door, pleading for your help to find Eleven, you couldn’t just turn your back on them, not then, not ever.  

You didn’t even know that Joyce, Eleven, and the boys moved to California shortly after you did. No one bothering to stay in touch, mostly you didn’t bother to stay in touch. Almost like you intentionally separated yourself from the people you were closest to. You would never admit it, blaming the lack of communication on school. 

The truth was, you didn’t want to be part of Hawkins anymore. You didn’t want to fear for your life. The scar that Hawkins left on your soul made you paranoid, made it hard for you to live a normal life. Always looking over your shoulder, always ready for a fight. 

The drive back was like riding a bike, you could drive it blind folded if you had to. Everyone thought it would be best if you drove the last bit as Jonathan was barely able to stay awake at this point. The tall, full trees lined the only road in and out of Hawkins. Car after car rushing to escape the town as disaster stuck only nights before. 

Passing shelters, destroyed homes, police and media, all lining the streets trying to make sense of the situation. If only they knew the truth. 

The car swings around the curb, braking suddenly outside of the Wheeler house. You never thought you would be here again, at least not in this lifetime. Pausing, white knuckling the steering wheel as you hear the van door slide open. Mike, Eleven, Will, Argyle and Jonathan exiting the vehicle to be reunited with loved ones again. You take your time getting out of the pizza van, not sure if you wanted to see them, not sure if they wanted to see you .

Finding yourself staying by the van with Argyle. He was new, didn’t know about Hawkins and was thrown into this mess similar to how you all were. How could he continue to want to be part of this? Your gaze drifts down, your chest heaving rapidly. Your feet glued to the ground, unable to move from your spot. 

Closing your eyes, trying to regain a sense of self. It shouldn’t matter that you left then, it should only matter that you are here now . Some relief washing over as you repeat that you are here now, you are here now, you are here now. The held breath releasing as you scan the scene in front of you, the warm breeze picking up making you draw the wild strands of hair behind your ears. 

You watch as Mike hugs his mom, her eyes tender and soft, thanking the gods for him to be returned safely, stating how he is never allowed to leave home again. Her hands never leave his body, afraid that if she lets go then he will disappear without a trace again.

Jonathan approaches Nancy, both unsure of their relationship, both yearning for a solution - but still they hug, the sweet embrace almost made up for the long, angry phone calls and the absence spring break trip. 

Jonathan told you all about his Nancy problems, hoping you would be able to help. He didn’t like your answer of honesty and communication, joking how you were never honest with your true feelings for a certain Hawkins boy. Quietly commenting that you should have made a move a long time ago to get him to move on from Nancy. 

After all this time, you couldn’t believe he was still hung up on her. But maybe he was supposed to move on. Move on to someone who he spent all his time with, to the person he’d drop by at their house unannounced, to the girl who was so tired of the neverending nightmares that she did everything she could to move as far away as possible. Even if it meant breaking the heart of the person she was supposed to end up with.

And there he was…

Boy, was he a sight for sore eyes. The green-blue sweater with the rolled up sleeves to the washed out blue jeans hugging his hips in all the right places. The way his hair was so delicately placed, too messy to be considered neat, too neat to be considered messy. His eyes heartbroken, full of pain and anger. Full of every ounce of love that he is willing to give away in a heartbeat. Your soul aching for him. 

His hand placed on the back of his neck, clearly hurt from the unfolding scene between Nancy and Jonathan. Robin’s hand pressing gently on his back, guiding him away. 

You weren’t surprised that he still had feelings for her. A little annoyed, yes, but not surprised in any way. He would always talk about her, the way she laughed and talked and smiled. And it made you so angry back then. Realizing that the anger never left. 

He hasn’t noticed you yet, his eyes fixated on the ground. Probably hoping to finally disappear. You feel the same. You were two passing ships in the night too afraid to let the other one know you were there, constantly turning off your lights, constantly dropping your sails.

The situation between you both was left pretty rocky. You could never decipher the tension between you both, was it love or indifference? Steve was always there for you and even supported your decision to leave Hawkins, even if that meant never seeing you ever again.

You promised to call each other once a week, which did happen until once a week turned into once a month and once a month turned into dozens of missed calls on both ends. Leaving you both hopeless and alone. Both trying to figure out adulthood without the comfort of a childhood friend.

Before pushing your body away from the car, you look over at Argyle for some sort of friendly relief. After hearing Jonathan complain about you never making a move on Steve, Argyle has been constantly encouraging you since. To not wait for any guy to make the first move, to create your own future. You were surprised at his wisdom.

His kind smile helps ease your nerves as your feet move one in front of the other, your heart beating so loud you can hear it in your ears. The drowning noise of your blood rushing through your body almost makes you want to turn around. Run away like the first time - but you were tired of running. Tired of the ‘what if situation’ that danced between you and Steve. This was your moment and there was no way you were going to turn back. Not this time.

Walking down the driveway, Mrs.Wheeler silently thanks you for helping bring Mike back home safely. Her hand lightly squeezes yours as you pass. Your lips curl, barely a smile forming as your mind is elsewhere.

Nancy watches as you walk by, her body still wrapped in Jonathan’s arms. Her mouth barely parted, maybe she wanted to say something but immediately regretted his decision to make any comment. The strong bond between you both broke when she started to date Steve…then Jonathan. You were civil with one another but you’ve barely spoken a sentence in the past three years. Neither of you wanting to resolve your years-long battle.

Robin’s and Steve’s gaze are on you. Stopping right in front of the pair, realizing you didn’t have a plan once you got to this point. Robin instantly beaming that bright smile that you missed so much. Her hug was intentional, like she was trying to squeeze all the events of this past week out of you. Cleansing you of all the horrors. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling her deeper, knowing you needed her in that moment. Her comfort washing over you, giving you the strength you so desperately needed. She releases you, arm's length away, her smile inviting and safe. 

Your eyes shifting to Steve. Swearing in that moment that he was smiling but immediately covering it with a cough and a snatch on the nose. 

She squeezes your shoulders before walking away, giving you and Steve a little alone time. Even if that alone time was in front of half your friends.  

“Hey.” You exhale, the tension growing between the two of you. The air suddenly still as his eyes studying your face, his fingers twitching every so slightly. 

In one swift movement, grabbing your wrist, pulling you in for a hug. The instant smell of his cologne filling your head, making you dizzy with the smell of home. No words needed to be spoken between the two of you. He was just glad you were safe, finally in his arms.

You missed him. 

Not just this past week, but for the past 8 months. He pulls you in closer, his body finally relaxing against yours. The breath of fresh air was everything you both needed, everything you have ever wanted, and everything you will ever need. 

In this moment, you were his and he was yours. Everything was right with the world. All the trouble of this past week washes away, your minds clearing, seeing a future with only the two of you. 

You both pull back, speaking in a silent conversation. Neither of you know how to respond in this situation. Both of you felt the buzz, the electricity, the love. 

After all this time, it felt like you never left. The feelings for Steve came crumbling back down. You thought this was your chance, your only chance . Your body makes the decision for you, as your hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips.

Your breath instantly intertwines with his, every inhale pulling him closer and closer. Your other hand balling up into the soft fabric of his sweater as he deepens into you. His hand catching your cheek, his lips soft and warm, gentle yet demanding. The craving of his touch on your skin sends heat waves throughout your body. 

He takes his time, wanting to remember this moment. All the uncertain feelings, all the unfinished conversations, crashing down all around you both. Kissing him was the only way you could tell him everything you had kept in for all these years. 

He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours, pure eyes as he whispers, “I missed you too.” 

~~~

I hope you enjoyed!! thank you for reading and supporting me

[kitchen-spoon]

Steddie bridgerton au but make it ABO:

You could have Steve as an alpha being swarmed by mothers trying to set him up with their eligible omega’s. But Steve had sworn off relationships after what happened between him and Nancy.

And Omega Eddie who doesn’t believe he will ever be married off so he pretends not to care. But deep down he wants to be loved. He also feels indebted to his uncle Wayne who took him in and knows that if he isn’t married Wayne will be stuck with him forever.

OR you could switch it around.

Omega Steve who’s rich parents give him no say and are using him as a bargaining chip. They want to Marry him off to whoever will make their family the most powerful. This means gross old men courting Steve who wants nothing more than real true love.

Alpha Eddie who is a recluse, he fled when he was of age for the marriage season, never debuted his way into society. But he comes back after his parents passing to live with his uncle Wayne. He has come into a large fortune which is the only reason he has any prospects. But Eddie hears the whispers about him and knows what the ton truly thinks of him.

[bigboysteveharrington]

Nancy: I have the house to myself tonight if you want to come over later.

Robin (not picking up on the cues at all): I can’t. Steve has a date tonight.

Nancy (visibly confused): No, I wasn’t planning on inviting Steve. I meant we could do something together. Just you and me.

Robin (still oblivious to the fact that there are even social cues to be picking up, let alone what they are): I know, but he needs me there to help him get ready. He can’t settle on an outfit by himself to save his life and if I’m not there to give him advice, then he’s bound to say something stupid like five minutes into the date.

Nancy: [just stares at her in silence for a moment while she tries to mentally link the smooth and cocky Steve she dated to the version of him Robin’s talking about that apparently can’t pick out a shirt without her there for emotional support]

Robin: And I’d come over once he’s on his date, but he’s been in a real slump lately and there’s like an 80% chance that he’s going to sneak off to a pay phone and call me to see if I have any idea how to get things back on track for him. So I’m going to have to take a rain check.

Nancy: Okay....?

Later the same day

Steve: You have got to be kidding me, Robin. She was asking you out!

Robin: What? No way. There is no way Nance was asking me out.

Steve: Come on. I have the house to myself if you want to do something tonight. Do you know how many times I've used that line?

Robin: No. And I don't want to... And I really don't think that's the way that she meant it.

Steve: Well, there's only one way to find out. I'm dropping you off at her place on my way.

[eds6ngel]

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ nancy wheeler.

✩ sfw. ☾ nsfw.

nancy thoughts.

imagines!

☾ "relax, pretty girl" [0.9k].

☾ bratty bitch [2.4k]. - NEW !!

blurbs!

✩ morning honeydew [0.3k].

moodboards!

✩ final summer days

[robin-buckely]

RONANCE APPRECIATION WEEK day five: favorite scene / details

You do know that Steve and I are, like, totally not a thing, right?

Stranger Things, Season 4 Ep. 3 | Chapter Three: The Monster and the Superhero

[jonathanbyersphd]

Nancy has scary dog privilege

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Sweater- Nancy Wheeler

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Reader

Characters: Nancy Wheeler

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) + “Jumper” please? Thank you!! 🖤

Word Count: 411

Author: Charlotte

Nancy had worked hard to keep up the appearance of the perfect girl, always sensibly dressed, no fuss and definitely nothing juvenile or outlandish. She did her best to keep the mundane look of a straight A student without wanting any additional attention upon herself. In the time you had known her, you hadn’t seen her attempt to add any form of silliness to her wardrobe and normally you didn’t care but for once it was something that seemed to pose a problem. 

Your family had a tradition of ugly Christmas jumpers for Christmas Day, and it was especially important for new members to participate, almost like a rite of passage. It was trivial to most people, but you did value it and it felt special due to it being something prevalent since your childhood.

It was the first year that Nancy would spend Christmas Day with your family and although you didn’t want to pressure her into joining in with the tradition, you did mention that it meant a lot to your family and offered her participation, leaving it until Christmas morning for you to find out if she decided to join in. 

That morning, you were excited by the festivities, but you still felt a strong sense of anxiety to see what Nancy would arrive wearing. When the doorbell rung, it felt as though your heart leapt into your throat. Nervously you opened the door. 

There stood the woman you had fallen in love within sophomore year, an excited smile upon her face. For the first time she didn’t don her sensible blouse, rather a gaudy green jumper that looked as though it may have been hand knitted but had a few moth eaten holes spread across it. Wrapped around the jumper were a few lengths of varying colours of tinsel, baubles tied amongst them along with a variety of glittery decorations sewn into the wool or merely stuck on. On top of her curled dark hair was a star that you recognised from living on her mother’s Christmas tree. 

“Merry Christmas,” she grinned. 

“You look amazing,” you said, still slightly slack jawed. 

Her cheeks became rosier from the compliment along with the chill of the winter air. 

“Well, I didn’t have an ugly Christmas jumper but my nana knitted me this a couple of years back and I raided my mums decorations to make my own,” she smiled, giving you a twirl. “I hope it’s okay.”

“It’s amazing.” 

[smileweakandwrong]

The btvs Normal Again ronance AU that nobody asked for. iykyk, if you don't, sorry 😅

[snowangeldotmp3]

hoh nancy wheeler

(tagging @netflixnormalthings for their awesome research and screenshots and @lumaxramblings bc we had Many discussions abt hoh nancy)

so a few weeks ago i made this post, about nancy not wearing earplugs and using the shotgun (and guns in general over the seasons) and how this affected her hearing. but then it really did get me thinking: why don't we see more content about hard of hearing nancy wheeler?

i see hoh steve all the time, which is fair! steve has gotten his fair share of head trauma and no doubt has problems from this. (and i do love hoh steve! don't get me wrong!) but i rarely see anything about hoh nancy, even though she has consistently dealt with firearms since season 1 without the proper ear protection.

just for reference: whispering is around 30 decibels, normal speaking voices around 60 db, and anything above 70 db for extended amounts of time will start to damage the ear, and anything over 120 db will cause immediate damage to the ears.

for reference: in season 4, nancy fires the shotgun four times while blasting vecna out of the window. in season 3, she fires hoppers shotgun a few times during the fight at the cabin, and this doesn't include firing at billy or the fireworks they all set off inside starcourt (which, should've given them all a little hearing damage, if we're honest).(fireworks decibels + info under the cut!) nor does it account for the times she shot at the demogorgon in season 1.

anyway, the point is: there is no way that nancy is not hard of hearing. firing a shotgun once without protection is enough to blow your hearing out, but four times? and it's not even the first time she's dealt with firearms. she's shown to be one of the most, if not the most, proficient with guns. noise induced hearing loss is a very real thing, it damages the hair cells within the ear--these cannot grow back. and shotguns breach the threshold where just one close and sudden exposure can cause instant and permanent hearing loss.

there isn't much else for me to say here, this was really just a comprehensive guide, or even "proof" that nancy should be hard of hearing, or at least a wider accepted headcanon than it is. give me nancy, who, after even season 1, starts to have a hard time hearing what other people are saying, and learns to read lips instead. give me stubborn nancy who won't admit that there's anything wrong, that she can hear just fine, thank you, and she doesn't need help. i know nancy typically has the best hearing out of the main cast, usually the one who hears the danger first, but i don't know...it just seems more plausible to me for nancy to be hard of hearing.