#editor!nancy x journalist!reader

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐱 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

editor nancy wheeler x journalist reader headcanons

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: working for nancy wheeler? absolutely. especially when your new boss likes to fuck you occasionally...

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1819

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied cheating, fingering, oral, strap on, pet names, praise kink, overstimulation, semi-public sex, mention of spanking (once), dom!nancy wheeler, not beta read so errors are guaranteed (as always let me know if i missed anything :) )

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: currently experiencing nancy wheeler brainrot. (can you tell?)

from your very first day at your new job, nancy has an eye on you. 

she's always caring & gentle with you, encouraging you to bring up your ideas for future articles.

she's also extremely considerate of your ideas. and even though you don't immediately notice it, there is some favoritism going on (out of all of your coworkers, nancy definitely likes you best)

but it takes you quite some time to notice and to understand what she wants from you.

the first thing you do notice is the way she always seeks physical touch:

the way she leans against you from behind to read what you've written so far.

the way she places her slender fingers on your shoulder, tightening them over your skin...

but it doesn't bother you. not in the slightest.

you can't help yourself but lean back against her...ass pressed against her front. to push your shoulders further into her palms.

and you know that she knows

one day she is wearing a loose blouse.

your eyes immediately move down her body, to where the blouse is stuffed into the hem of a tight black skirt.

she would approach you with an extra sway of her hips, causing your heart to beat a mile a minute.

and, as if that didn't get you worked up yet, she leans over your desk to talk to you.

the blouse barely covers her as she hovers over you.

"meet me in my office after work"

and just like that, you spend the rest of your day with soaked panties and a heart that is racing in anticipation.

that is how you ended up bent over nancy's desk for the first time all while she's pounding into you from behind

"such a pretty pussy. take me so well"

every single day that follows at work is pure bliss

you never thought you'd end up in such a situation, especially not with your boss...but oh well...

nancy turns out to be the biggest tease

she's even touchier with you after that first incident: putting her hand on your thighs under your desk, rubbing your back while she praises you for your work

“oh i love how you phrased that..."

and then, lowering her voice while bringing her mouth to your ear...

“i think...yeah i think i'm gonna reward you for that later. would you like that?" 

she knows exactly how to make you want her, even in the most inconvenient times.

she will just call you into her office, ask you to close the door on your way in and then slam you against the wall.

and her touch is so different from anything you have ever known. her fingers are firm and confident as they flick over your clit.

nancy just knows exactly what she's doing.

giving head is something nancy is particularly passionate about.

she'll sit you down on her table, spread you wide open for her, and put her head between your thighs until you're a squirming mess for her.

and she enjoys it.

“fuck- god y/n- taste so good on my tongue. never tasted such a good pussy before god"

she'll appreciate it when you hold onto her head, pull and tug her hair to where you want her.

and she enjoys the sharp pain on her scalp when you're close to cumming and tug more harshly. it's the one weakness of hers you love to take advantage of.

nancy loves being possessive with you. you know you can't have her -not outside of the office at least- but when she fucks you, you're all hers.

you've seen the way she slips the ring off of her finger before you walk into her office. you've heard her on the phone with whoever is waiting for her at home.

you know this is wrong. but all doubts are out of the window when she's thrusting into you. telling you about the stressful day that she had and how she needs to have you.

and who are you to decline such a sweet offer?

you'd never tell but you love it when she gets like this. when she's stressed out or even angry after work and she is in need of some stress relief. 

that stress relief happens to be you.

she would pound her fingers into you until you're completely fucked out. 

she'd just go on about how terrible everything went, while her knuckles meet your cunt over and over again. 

nancy loves it when you ride her in her chair.

she would just sit and watch, sometimes hold your hands behind your back to restrict your movements all while you lose it on her strap.

"such a needy girl aren't you? you love it when i take you like this don't you? say it...say it!"

and, god, you will say it. in fact, you would do anything for nancy when she's this deep inside of you, fucking you better than anyone ever has.

you can't help but babble mindless nothings against her ear while she pounds into you.

but your begging and moaning only turns nancy on further, only motivates her to move her hips faster to meet yours over and over again.

"oh are you gonna cum pretty girl? are you gonna cum for me? yeah?"

her mocking tone drives you insane. you love it.

you're drooling all over her, your head against her neck as your vision blurs.

but nancy is relentless.

she won't stop until you come all around her strap.

and sometimes she won't stop after that either...sometimes nancy will fuck you through one orgasm after the other until you're nothing but a sobbing mess.

after you've come down from your height and nancy has moved her strap out of you, don't you dare think she's done with you.

"do you see that? see the mess you've made?"

she'll spread her legs, let you see the glistening dildo that is attached to her and stands between her thighs.

"clean it up"

and before you know it, you're on your knees for her, sucking her strap clean.

nancy loves to take you all over the office, late at night when your coworkers have left already...

over your desk; her body between your thighs, your leg wrapped around her hip and three of her fingers knuckle deep inside you. she loves watching your face when she makes you scream through the entire top floor in pleasure.

"that's it. that's right...god you sound so pretty when you scream for me..."

against the window of her office; with your body bent over while she's eating you out from behind, her hands set firmly on your ass.

she could lap on your throbbing cunt for hours, taking in every drip of arousal you can give her.

and she's not afraid to land some hard smacks on your ass, that never fail to make you whimper (the perfect combination of pain and pleasure) 

“oh such a dirty girl...bet you love it when i do that. don't you?" 

in the elevator; once the doors have closed behind you, and neither of you can wait until the safety of nightfall, she will press you up against the wall and shove her leg between your thighs.

"we don't have much time. you better make good use of it"

you are, by all means, your boss's personal fuck toy.

and, as humiliating as it might be, you love it.

you love it when she fucks you, hard and fast, when she makes you moan out her name, and when she makes you get on your knees for her.

"come on, let me use that pretty mouth of yours"

you would go down on nancy anytime, but it is quite a rare occasion.

when she does ask you to do so it fucking paradise.

she would hold you by the hair, rock her hips into your pretty face while her arousal drips down your chin.

"oh- oh god- right there y/n"

her soft moans ring in your ears.

“such a good girl, letting me fuck her tongue like this"

and when she comes, she does it loudly; her back arching in a beautiful bend, her mouth open, her juices flowing out of her.

on some days, nancy loves to watch you sit on the edge of her table while you're fucking yourself for her.

she simply leans back in her chair to enjoy the little show you're giving her.

you're throwing your head back, moaning -begging- for her to finally touch you.

but she's just sitting there, watching you through half-lidded eyes.

"look at me while you play with that pretty pussy of yours. does it feel good?"

of course it doesn't feel half as good as it does when she's fucking you but you're taking it nonetheless, rolling your hips against your fingers as if they weren't your own.

but just when you're about to cum, she asks you to stop. and if you can't, she'll get up and force your fingers out of your needy cunt.

"need me this bad don't you? that you're willing to make such a mess of your of your pretty fingers? such a dirty mess..."

when she finally plunges her own fingers into you, she’s picking up a fast pace while making you see stars.

and it doesn't end here.

it usually ends with her on her knees, making you gush all over her tongue with her fingers still buried inside of you.

one of nancy's favorite ways to make you cum is on her thigh though.

so that she can feel the wetness of your bare cunt against her slacks. 

she'll guide your hips against herself, helping you chase your orgasm while her mouth mumbles dirty things against your neck.

 "oh what a dirty slut you are. look at my pants...they were new too...can't believe you've made such a mess of them"

you will be left without another choice besides holding onto her black blazer for dear life, using it to hold your body upright. 

and when you finally get home from work, it all gets worse, your pussy aching for nancy's touch.

you fall asleep with your thighs rubbing together in anticipation of what's to come on the next day.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

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[sarahisgay01]

so nancy x reader right? nancy is a great business woman working at a desk and sub reader has been given permission to sit at her feet but has promised to be still and quiet and not at all distracting but the reader (known as mommy nancy’s dumb pup) chooses to grind against her leg anyway and gets punished?

Oh my god…Yes, I can…I definitely can. (Sorry for the long wait!!)

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!)

Workday Neediness

Mommy!Dom!Nancy x Sub!Reader

Notes: Nancy and Reader are in an established relationship, alcohol consumption (both Nancy and Reader are of legal age), Reader gets punished

(This might be a little long, but I really liked the backstory I created in my head lol)

You met Nancy over a year ago, when you were fresh out of college and interviewed for a job as a featured journalist, specializing in investigative pieces. Nancy was the head editor of the newspaper’s investigative topics and the featured journalist would work for her, so she conducted the interview. You were already nervous for the interview, but when you walked into her office and saw Nancy, butterflies began to flutter in your stomach. Nancy was by far the most beautiful girl you have ever laid your eyes on and somehow you were able to finish the interview professionally. What you didn’t know, was that Nancy could read people like a book and she saw the way you looked at her. She noticed your reaction when you first walked in, how your cheeks tinted pink and how it took you a while for your eyes to meet hers. During the interview, she noticed that you couldn’t maintain eye contact and that your eyes kept lowering to focus on her lips as she spoke. You didn’t notice these things, but Nancy did and she loved it. A couple days after the interview, she called you herself to congratulate you on getting the job. You were both nervous and excited about working with Nancy, nervous because of your crush on her and excited for all the interesting tasks you’ll get to do. After working with Nancy for a month or so, the two of you got really close and Nancy realized she could trust you. One night, Nancy invited you over to her apartment so that you both could work on an article for the paper, because the deadline was coming up. When you walked into her apartment, your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. Her apartment was spotless and so beautiful, you couldn’t believe it. She smiled at your reaction and said, “So, you like it?” followed by a little giggle. You smiled back at her and said, “Yeah, it’s unbelievable, Nance!” Her cheeks tinted a light pink and and she replied, “Thank you, (Y/N). You can sit anywhere you like and I’ll get you a glass of water.” You nodded, then went to sit on her loveseat. Nancy brought you a glass of water, then the two of you started to work on the article. It took a couple hours, but once it was finished, Nancy wanted to celebrate. She said, “I’m so proud of you, (Y/N)! I think all this hard work calls for a little celebration, hmmm?” You blushed at the praise and said, “Thank you, Nance. That means a lot to me and what kind of celebration?” Nancy replied, “Of course, (Y/N)”, then walked over into her kitchen and pulled out a bottle of red wine. She said, “I was thinking we could drink some wine. How does that sound?” You smiled and replied, “That sounds great, thank you.” Nancy walked back over with the bottle of wine, two glasses, and a wine opener. The two of you ended up drinking the entire bottle and both of you got drunk. This was the night that you shared something with Nancy that she was hoping you’d say from the moment she saw you. As the two of you were drinking, Nancy was asking you questions, trying to get to know you more. When the questions pertaining to your love life came up, the alcohol was heavily in your system and you might have let it slip that you were into both girls and guys. Directly after you let it slip, your body language changed and you got extremely nervous. You nervously said, “I mean, I uh- Maybe I should just leave, I’m-”, but Nancy interrupted you and grabbed your wrist as you were getting up. She said, “No, (Y/N), it’s okay. I am too, it’s okay” and you looked at her with a shocked expression on your face. Stuttering, you asked, “You are?” and she replied, “Mhmmm” with a nod. All you said was, “Oh”, but Nancy saw the blush form on your cheeks. She knew you wanted to say more, but you were too nervous and flustered to do so. Nancy realized that if she wanted you to say it, she was going to have to work for it. So she did.

Nancy patted the seat next to her on the couch and you hesitantly accepted her request. She turned to you and in an almost innocent sounding tone, asked you, “So, (Y/N), it doesn’t bother you in any way that I’m attracted to girls?” Before you could respond, her eyes stayed on yours as you felt her hand moving up and down your thigh. You tried to answer, but you couldn’t, your mouth just opened and shut. Nancy removed her hand from your thigh, then grabbed both your hands and looked into your eyes. She said, “(Y/N), I really like you. This past month has been incredible and I’ve enjoyed every minute of working with you. I would be lying if I said I didn’t find you beautiful, because you are. You’re absolutely stunning and I’d really like to have more than a work relationship. If you don’t want-” This time you interrupted her and you said, “I don’t care if I get fired for doing this”, then you kissed her. Nancy reciprocated the kiss immediately and that was when your relationship with her changed. She wanted to talk once she was sober, before anything else happened, so the two of you only kissed. Once it was super late, you both called it a night. Nancy didn’t want you drinking and driving, so you stayed at her apartment that night. You slept on her couch and the following morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee. When you opened your eyes, she was standing in front of you, holding a mug full of coffee. She said, “Good morning, here’s some coffee, just how you like it. I’m going to make some breakfast, you just sit and drink that.” You smiled and said, “Thank you, Nance.” She smiled back and replied, “It’s no problem.” Around 20 minutes later, the two of you are sat across from each other at Nancy’s table, eating breakfast. There was a nervous tension in the room as both you and Nancy remember what happened last night, but neither one of you know if the other remembers. Finally, after what felt like hours of silence, Nancy asks, “So, do you remember what happened last night?” You nodded your head and she said, “Okay, that’s good. Then that means you remember the little speech I gave you?” A small giggle escaped from your lips and you nodded. She said, “Okay. You remember when I said I wanted more than a work relationship with you? Well, I really meant it, (Y/N).” You looked at her and asked, “Won’t I- Won’t I get fired?” Nancy smiled and replied, “Only if they find out. Can you keep a secret, (Y/N)?” You nodded your head and she said, “That’s good because that’s what we’d have to be and we’d have to be careful in public. You think you can do that?” Again, you nodded your head and you replied, “Yes, Nance. I definitely can, I promise.” She giggled at your eagerness and said, “You’re so cute, (Y/N).” Your cheeks blushed and she said, “Especially when you’re all flustered.” As she was giggling, she walked to your side of the table and gave you a kiss on the cheek. From that day on, you were Nancy’s and you’d do anything she asked of you. The only time you wouldn’t is if you were a brat, but Nancy never let that slide, no matter where you were.

Today, was Wednesday, also known as Nancy’s busy day. This was the day all her big meetings were scheduled and the day you barely got to see her. When you woke up this morning, you were feeling really needy and you really wanted to be touched. You thought work would distract you from how needy you were, but it didn’t. Even though you knew it was Nancy’s busy day, you still lightly knocked on her office door. When she told you to come in, you closed the door behind you and looked at her with puppy dog eyes. She said, “Aw baby, what’s wrong? You okay?” You replied with whining, “Mommy” and that’s when Nancy understood why you looked so upset. Her eyes softened and she said, “Aw, are you feeling needy, sweetheart? You want mommy to touch you?” You nodded your head eagerly and she said, “I’m sorry angel, but mommy has meeting.” Your facial expression quickly changed to a pout and she said, “I suppose, if you promise to be quiet and you don’t distract me, you can sit under my desk.” Again, you nodded eagerly and said, “Yes please, mommy. Yes, please. Please, mommy.” Nancy said, “If you misbehave I’ll have to punish you, do you understand?” You nodded and said, “Yes, mommy. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” Nancy nodded and moved her rolling chair back, then motioned for you to crawl underneath her desk. Her desk had a board in the front, so if anyone walked in, they couldn’t see you sitting there. You sat underneath her desk with your notebook and a pen, brainstorming ideas for future articles. A couple minutes later, there was a knock at the door and it was the man Nancy was having a meeting with. She looked at you, before giving him permission to enter her office, and signaled for you to be quiet. You nodded and then she allowed him to enter her office. During her meeting, Nancy made you more needy by running her fingers through your hair and occasionally pulling it. You thought you could wait until her meeting was over, but it ran longer than you thought. After about 30 minutes of sitting there, you started to get impatiently needy. You knew you were going to get punished, but you were too needy to care. Nancy’s leg was right there in front of you, taunting you to use it for your own pleasure, so you did. Today, you wore a skirt and underneath it were a pair of thin panties, so you knew that using her leg would feel so good on your needy clit. You pushed your skirt up and started grinding on Nancy’s leg. When she realized what you were doing, she tried to shake you off her leg and pull your hair, but she couldn’t do either. If she shook you off her leg, it would be too noticeable to the man she’s having a meeting with and your head was too far away for her to pull your hair. Your head was tilted back and your bottom lip was between your teeth, as you were trying to silence your moans. The knot in your stomach started to form as you continued using Nancy’s leg to grind your needy, throbbing clit against. All you wanted was to cum and you were chasing the euphoric feeling of release. You were too focused on pleasuring yourself that you didn’t realize Nancy’s meeting had ended. Right as you were about to cum, the man left Nancy’s office and it was only the two of you again.

As soon as her office door was closed, Nancy pried you off her leg. You whined as she forced you off and she said, “You just couldn’t behave, could you? You’re just mommy’s dumb pup that can’t follow directions. Such a needy little thing that you had to grind on my leg. Such a pathetic little pup aren’t you? Now mommy has to punish you cause you couldn’t be a good girl.” All you could do was whine and stare at her with puppy dog eyes filled with tears. Nancy ignored your puppy dog eyes and whines, then rolled her chair back. She patted her lap, then said, “Be a good girl and lay on my lap.” You said, “Yes mommy”, sounding defeated and you did what she told you to do, not wanting to be in more anymore trouble. As soon as you were comfortably on Nancy’s lap, she said “Now was that so hard? We wouldn’t be in this mess if you could of listened to mommy the first time she told you to do something.” You responded back with whines and whimpers, then she pushed your skirt up and pulled your panties down to your knees. Nancy said, “Since you disobeyed me, mommy’s going to spank you five times. You will count after each spanking I give you. If you do not count, we will restart from one. Do you understand or do I have to explain it to you again because you’re just mommy’s dumb pup, hmmm?” You whined and stuttered, “But- But mommy, won’t people- won’t people hear?” She replied, “Well, you should have thought about that before you decided to be a dumb pup and grind on my leg”, then with a stern tone, she said, “Now, do you understand or not?” You whimpered at her tone, then responded, “I under- I understand! I understand, m- m- mommy!” Nancy replied, “Good girl”, then her hand came down hard on your ass. You quickly threw your hand over your mouth to muffle the loud whimper that left your lips. Tears started to form in your eyes and you moved your hand, then said, “One.” She spanked you again, this time even harder and the tears that started to form, now rolled down your cheeks. You choked out, “T- T- Two” as you were on the verge of sobbing. For the third spanking, Nancy targeted your sit spots. By the time spanking number three was over, you were sobbing, not only from her spanking you, but also your aching and throbbing clit. You choked out “Th- Thr- Three” and Nancy said, “Good girl, only two more if you continue counting, baby.” You nodded while whining, then her hand slapped your ass and again, Nancy aimed for your sit spots. Your hand muffled the loud whimpering sob that left your lips and you choked out “F- Fou- Four.” Since this was the last spanking, Nancy was going to make it the most painful out of all the ones she’s given you so far. She wound her hand back and then smacked your ass so hard that the sound echoed throughout her office. Your hand was hardly enough to muffle the screaming sob you let out. As you were sobbing, you said, “Fi- Five! Five mommy, five! Fi- Five!” Nancy pulled your panties back up and your skirt back down as you continued saying, “Five.” It wasn’t until you were situated on her lap and she was running her fingers through your hair that you stopped repeating the word. Once you were calmed down, Nancy condescendingly said, “You didn’t think that was your only punishment, did you?” You looked at her with fear in your eyes, which only made her giggle. She said, “You’re just mommy’s dumb little pup, aren’t you? That was your punishment for disobeying me, your next punishment is for grinding on mommy’s leg like a needy, dumb pup in heat.” You whined and whimpered, but every single one of them were ignored. Nancy said, “Kneel with your hands behind your back”, then she started rummaging through her desk. When she found what she was looking for, she pulled out a piece of rope. Nancy stood over you, holding the rope with a wide grin painted on her face.

As Nancy stared at you, you stared back at her with worried eyes, since you weren’t sure what she was going to do to you or what she was going to make you do. After standing over you and staring at you for 20 seconds or so, Nancy moved behind you, then tied your hands behind your back. When she finished, she moved in front of you and hummed as she saw your face. She stood over you for a few seconds, before she said, “You look so cute like this, baby. Now, you’re going to be a good girl and eat mommy’s pussy until she tells you to stop. If you go too fast, I’ll pull on your hair and that’s your warning to slow down. If you don’t slow down after I tell you to, I’ll spank you five more times and you won’t cum for a week.” You whimpered and she said, “Aw, it looks like mommy’s dumb pup finally understands what I’m saying, huh?” Another whimper left your lips as you nodded your head slowly. She grinned at your reaction, then took a few steps back and took off her panties. Nancy took them off slowly and made a show out of it. No words left your mouth, only whines, because all you wanted to do, in that moment, was touch her. After she was done, she sat back down in her office chair with a big grin on her face. She was sitting on the edge of it with her legs spread wide, giving you access to her pussy. You shimmied under her desk quickly and once you were somewhat comfortable, Nancy rolled over her chair. She lined your face up with her pussy and when you saw how wet she was, you moaned. Nancy was getting impatient and she said, “Be a good girl and lap at mommy’s pussy, (Y/N).” Without hesitation, your tongue was on her clit in an instant. A small moan left Nancy’s lips at the contact and it only made you want to continue. You remembered not to go too fast or else she’ll pull your hair, so you just lapped at her pussy for what felt like hours. At first you didn’t mind, but after a while, your knees started to hurt from kneeling for so long. Still, even though you were in pain, hearing the little moans and whispers of praise she would let out, made the pain worth it. For the last little bit, you continued thinking to yourself, “Want to be a good girl” and “Anything for mommy”, until she finally got overstimulated. By the time she told you to stop, it had been over an hour of you kneeling and lapping at her pussy. She rolled her chair back and said “Aw, you look so pretty like this, all ruined for me. Such a pretty good girl, huh? Mommy’s good girl. I didn’t have to tug on your hair one time. I guess mommy’s dumb pup learned their lesson, huh?” You nodded and said, “Y- Yes m- m- mommy, I ha- have.” She replied, “Good girl, (Y/N)”, then moved to untie your hands. You moved to sit on the floor and the contact of your ass touching it, elicited a sharp inhale from you. Your eyes filled with tears, as your ass felt like it was burning because of the previous spankings Nancy had given you. You looked up at Nancy, tears filled to the brim in your eyes, and your bottom lip stuck out.

Nancy looked at you and her eyes softened. You whimpered, “Mommy” and a couple tears rolled down your cheeks. Nancy replied, “I know, sweet girl. Come here” and she tapped her lap for you to sit on. You quickly got up, then sat on her lap and she wiped your tears with the soft pads of her thumbs. Your ass still burned, but it felt much better sitting on Nancy’s lap, rather than the floor. She held you tight, just how you like, and eventually you calmed down. You mumbled, “Mommy?” and Nancy replied, “Yes, sweet girl?” Your cheeks turned pink as you mumbled and stuttered, “Early- Earlier, you said- you said I looked, r- ru- ruined. Were you- Were you s- s- serious?” She replied, “Yeah, sweetheart” and you whimpered, scared of people seeing you when you go back to your desk. Nancy said, “It’s okay, sweet girl. Do you want to stay in mommy’s office for the rest of the day?” You nodded eagerly and she smiled, then said, “Okay, (Y/N). You can stay in mommy’s office for the rest of the day, princess. We both need to work though, so can you be a good girl and work at mommy’s feet?” A whimper left your lips and you said, “But- But the floor- it- it hurts, mommy.” She replied, “I know, sweetheart. How about you grab the pillow off the chair across from me and see if that helps.” You nodded, then grabbed the pillow and placed it on the floor, next to Nancy chair. Carefully, you sat down and felt a little pain, but not as much as the floor itself. She said, “Is that okay, sweetheart?” with a soft tone and you nodded with a smile on your face. You said, “Mhmmm, thank you mommy”, then nuzzled your cheek against her leg. Nancy smiled, then ran her fingers through your hair. She whispered sweet things to you throughout the rest of the day, things like, “Mommy’s good girl” and “You’re so beautiful, angel”. Every time you felt needy, all you had to do was nuzzle your cheek against her leg and Nancy would run her fingers through your hair. You’d let out a content hum when you felt her fingers tangled in your hair, it made you feel so cared for, so loved. When 5:00pm rolled around, it was time for you and Nancy to head home. She cleaned you up and made you look presentable, before heading out of her office. The two of you made it to her car without anyone seeing and once both of you were inside her car, she looked at you with a grin. Nancy said, “Since you were a good girl and worked at my feet, like I asked you to, I think you deserve a reward. Hmmm?” You looked at her and your eyes sparkled with hope. She said, “You want to be rewarded for being a good girl, princess?” You nodded your head eagerly and said, “Please! Yes, please mommy! Yes, please!” Nancy let out a small giggle at your eagerness and said, “Okay, princess. Lets get you home then.” She started her car and quickly moved out of the parking lot, then the two of you were on your way home. The entire drive home, Nancy had one of her hands in yours and her touch satisfied your neediness. Her touch was like a drug and you could never get enough of it, never.

I hope you liked this!!🥺💖

[nancys4gf]

working with nancy at the school’s paper

summary: what it would be like to work with editor!nancy at the school's paper

pairing: nancy wheeler x female reader

warnings: none

note: this is mostly self indulgent... as a creative writing major i love my genius journalistic girlfriend nancy wheeler. hope you enjoy!!! (also this has got me thinking about writing a college girlfriend!nancy...) requests are open! feel free to send in anything you like! :D

being the first person who hears what nancy is working on

always following her around whenever she believes in a story

“i know this sounds crazy, but...”

“nancy. i know better than to doubt you at this point. let's go.”

her always asking for your opinion and genuinely valuing it

she doesn't let anyone read her work unless you had read it first

long car rides

sleepless nights in her bedroom, running on coffee as you guys proofread over and over again

“does this make sense? is this actually a word?”

“let's go to sleep, baby.”

“just one last paragraph.”

since nancy does anything in her power to get to the bottom of a story, you’ll have to bend your ‘journalistic morals’ just a bit

fake names and identities, following people around, trespassing, going to extreme lengths to access research, that kind of thing

but it’s fine because she always ends up being right

encouraging each other!!!!

the definition of supportive girlfriends

pep talks

both of you want to pursue journalism, and you help each other when it's time to apply to colleges

she insists that you choose which college to go to based on what you want and what you want only, but she's secretly factoring you in

and obviously you're factoring her in too

journalism wouldn't be the same without your amazing detective girlfriend by your side

[daleisgreat]

The Punisher (1989): Unrated Cut

This has been one I have been meaning to be covering for a few years now. Longtime readers here may remember my friend Matt I reference semi-occasionally when I review one of his gag gift movies here. Every now and then though he will legit surprise with me with an awesome movie gift as with today’s example. Matt knows I am a huge fan of the comic book character, The Punisher, and that all three of the live action Punisher movies are guilty pleasures of mine. Up until a few years ago I already owned both the Thomas Jane and Ray Stevenson Punisher films on BluRay, but the original 1989 Punisher movie I only owned a bare bones DVD release that I thought was the only home video version of that film. Matt surprised me a few years back by tracking down an international release of an unrated director’s cut of The Punisher on BluRay. Turns out in North America, right on the precipice of the film’s released it got traded studios as its original studio was in the process of being acquired. Turns out the new studio was not confident in the drawing power of Dolph Lungdren anymore so the 1989 Punisher film was among the first wave of movies to hit the straight-to-video market. Internationally, The Punisher received theatrical releases, and performed well, which is why it landed an international BluRay release. Thank goodness my BluRay player recognizes international regions, but my only nitpick with it is the lack of subtitles. So this version of the film on BluRay is the ‘Unrated Cut’ which is how the director, Mark Goldblatt, originally envisioned the film. The 80s were the era of the gratuitously violent action blockbusters with the likes of Rambo, Robocop, Commando, Terminator and countless others dominating the box office. The Punisher was shot for that demographic, and Goldblatt stated in the commentary how he had to take the film to the MPAA nine times before toning down the movie enough to earn an ‘R’ rating.

The film wastes no time with a lengthy origin story as it kicks off with a gang leader being acquitted of all charges for murdering Frank Castle (Dolph Lungdren) and his family five years prior. A news reporter recommends the gang to be on the lookout for ‘The Punisher’ vigilante, which the gang laughs off the journalist’s warnings, only for the gang to instantly meet their demise mere minutes after arriving home from court. The Yakuza arrive in town to capitalize on The Punisher’s fallout, with Yakuza leader Lady Tanaka (Kim Miyori) forcing replacement gang leader Dino Moretti (Bryan Marshall) to partner up with her after kidnapping the children of Moretti and his allies. Trying to keep tabs on this whole mess of a situation is the ‘Punisher Task Force’ consisting of Frank Castle’s former partner, Jake Berkowitz (Louis Gossett Jr.), and fellow detective Sam Leary (Nancy Everhard). Following all this setup, The Punisher is essentially 1980s action film 101, with Castle tearing it up against the Yakuza in a couple of entertaining shootouts in a casino and later on in a funhouse, complete with Yakuza members firing away at Frank while breezing down a curvy slide. Completing the over-the-top 80s action formula is the cheesy one-liners, with my favorite featuring Berkowitz grilling Frank on his vigilante warfare, “What do you call 125 murders in five years?” to which Castle dryly retorts, “Work-in-Progress.” Eventually everything comes to a head when Punisher and Moretti team up to rescue Moretti’s kid in the Yakuza stronghold, where the most intense fighting sequences emanate from in the entire film. The unrated cut pulls no punches, with the most gruesome fatalities transpiring as Castle and Moretti work their way to the final confrontation with Lada Tanaka.

When I re-watched the film with audio commentary from Mark Goldblatt he made sure to pinpoint which parts he added back in as he originally envisioned for this unrated version, and how he stands behind this version being the definitive cut of the film. Other interesting tidbits from the commentary was how the film wound up being shot in Australia, regrets of not having the Punisher’s trademark skull icon on his shirt in the film and informing in-depth on the film trading studios and going direct-to-video in America. Goldblatt also mentions in the commentary how there is a workprint cut of the film, which he stated he does not stand behind since it was cut before the core movie finished filming. Said workprint cut is included as a bonus feature, and is actually eight minutes longer than the unrated cut. The main takeaway I had with the workprint cut is it has a whole new 17 minute opening on the origin of The Punisher that happens five years earlier where it shows Castle and Berkowitz making a bust on a routine stakeout that clues the gangsters in to Frank’s family location where they ultimately make a hit on Frank’s family. That whole 17 minutes is briefly alluded to in the unrated cut in the form of a five second flashback of the family’s demise. This prologue adds a whole new dynamic to the film, but I can see why Goldblatt wanted it cut since it brings a snappier pace to the overall film. Also worth mentioning is that the workprint is presented in its original adapted 35mm form, and how the editors did a commendable job cleaning it up for the HD version on the BluRay.

Other extra features is a 21 minute interview with Mark Goldblatt. If you do not have time to invest into the commentary track, then this interview is a recommended alternative as it hits most of the same beats and goes into Mark’s other Hollywood successes. Also included is a quick five minute interview with Dolph Lungdren where he has fond memories working with the stuntmen in the fight sequences and wishes the movie would have had a theatrical run in America. For those who are fans of reverse box art, I recommend taking advantage of that here, as this BluRay’s alternative artwork is pretty remarkable. Rounding off the BluRay is a gag reel…..which would not load on my BluRay player, so that will have to be my loss. The Punisher: Unrated Cut BluRay was a surprise hit gift from Matt! I will stand behind Goldblatt by safely assuring his unrated cut here is the must-see version of the film. A solid slate of extra features only helps makes this BluRay the definitive home video edition of this movie. If you dig the over-the-top action films of the 80s, then odds are this 1989 take on The Punisher will be right up your alley. Other Random Backlog Movie Blogs 3 12 Angry Men (1957) 12 Rounds 3: Lockdown 21 Jump Street The Accountant Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie Atari: Game Over The Avengers: Age of Ultron The Avengers: Infinity War Batman: The Dark Knight Rises Batman: The Killing Joke Batman: Mask of the Phantasm Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice Bounty Hunters Cabin in the Woods Captain America: Civil War Captain America: The First Avenger Captain America: The Winter Soldier Christmas Eve Clash of the Titans (1981) Clint Eastwood 11-pack Special The Condemned 2 Countdown Creed I & II Deck the Halls Detroit Rock City Die Hard Dredd The Eliminators The Equalizer Dirty Work Faster Fast and Furious I-VIII Field of Dreams Fight Club The Fighter For Love of the Game Good Will Hunting Gravity Grunt: The Wrestling Movie Guardians of the Galaxy Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 Hell Comes to Frogtown Hercules: Reborn Hitman I Like to Hurt People Indiana Jones 1-4 Ink The Interrogation Interstellar Jay and Silent Bob Reboot Jobs Joy Ride 1-3 Last Action Hero Major League Man of Steel Man on the Moon Man vs Snake Marine 3-6 Merry Friggin Christmas Metallica: Some Kind of Monster Mortal Kombat Mortal Kombat Legends: Scorpions Revenge National Treasure National Treasure: Book of Secrets Not for Resale Pulp Fiction The Replacements Reservoir Dogs Rocky I-VIII Running Films Part 1 Running Films Part 2 San Andreas ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery Scott Pilgrim vs the World The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Shoot em Up Slacker Skyscraper Small Town Santa Steve Jobs Source Code Star Trek I-XIII Sully Take Me Home Tonight TMNT The Tooth Fairy 1 & 2 UHF Veronica Mars Vision Quest The War Wild The Wizard Wonder Woman The Wrestler (2008) X-Men: Apocalypse X-Men: Days of Future Past

[tommyhardyx]

Mr Solomons

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Pairing: Modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader Word Count: 1.5k Summary: You’re a journalist tasked with doing a profile on Alfie Solomons, CEO of a popular rum distillery. Warnings: swearing  A/N: OOPS. Yep, so I wrote a thing. There will definitely be more parts to this, this is only the beginning. I hope you like it, please consider leaving a comment if you enjoy! 

The warm, smooth taste of coffee touches your tongue and you have to stop yourself from letting out a moan, knowing just how inappropriate it would be while sitting in your editor’s office.

“You did well with your last profile piece,” Quinn says, her eyes stuck on the printed draft of your latest piece you’d come in to deliver to her when she told you to take a seat and stick around.

“Thank you! I enjoy the profile’s, I like spending the time getting to know a person, getting the chance to paint a picture of them for the world to see,” you explain.

Profile pieces had always come easiest to you, and you had always felt most confident when writing about a person rather than any of the other kinds of pieces you’d had to write since starting at The City Scoop.

“That’s good to hear, considering I have another one for you. Have you heard of Alfie Solomons?”

“The name sounds familiar. Who is he?”

“Owner of Solomons’ Rum. Apparently, his distillery in Camden is all the rage at the moment everyone is apparently drinking his rum. I want you to go there interview him find out what makes his rum so special.”

As Quinn speaks you realise why the name sounds familiar, Alfie Solomons had recently had a few run-ins with the law with a physical altercation between Solomons and a business rival making headlines in the last few weeks.

“Isn’t he the one who punched got into a fight with a business rival recently?”

Quinn finally looks up from the papers in her hands, a sly smile on her lips.

“He should make for an interesting interview then shouldn’t he?”

Stepping out of your car, you look up at the red brick building in front of you the sign reading Solomons Distillery the only sign you’re in the right place.

Inside the front doors, a young man with dark curly hair stands with his back to you, reading something off a tablet in his hands.

“Excuse me?” you call, hesitating in the doorway.

The man looks up, a look of curiosity on his boyish face as he spots you.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Mr Solomons? I’m y/n l/n here to interview him, I’m with The City Scoop,” you hold your hand out to the man waiting for him to shake it.

“Right, he mentioned you were coming,” he says, shaking your hand. “Ollie, Vice President of the company.”

You raise your eyebrows, not completely sure how a man as young as this one could be the vice president of anything, but if he notices Ollie doesn’t say anything just offers you a kind smile.

“Alfie’s in his office, I’ll show you,” he says.

Ollie leads you further into the warehouse, down a long corridor past several open doors until you come across a closed one. Ollie stops just outside the closed door, knocking twice.

“Come in.”

The man sitting behind the desk looks very much the type of man who would get into a fight with a rival, a serious yet handsome face with a deep set frown as he looks at something on his computer. Even beneath his button-down shirt, you can see his bulging muscles, the hint of tattoos visible on his chest where the first few buttons of his shirt have been left open.

“Alfie, this is y/n she’s from The City Scoop,” Ollie explains.

“Right, yeah, nice to meet ya,” the man says, scratching the back of his head as he crosses the spacious office to greet you holding out a ring-clad hand with a crown tattooed on the back of it for you to shake.

“And you, thank you for meeting with me,” you tell him.

“Not a problem,” he says, turning his attention back into the room. “Oi Cyril come on mate.”

A large bullmastiff makes its way out from the other side of the desk, the dog moving slowly through the office to sit by Mr Solomons’ feet.

“Don’t worry ‘bout him, he’s friendly. Pretty sure if he saw me getting attacked he’d fucking lick my attacker,” he says, his tone might sound exasperated but the smile on his face as he glances down at the dog is one of pure fondness. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

With Cyril close behind, Mr Solomons takes off back down the corridor Ollie had brought you up.

“You bring your dog to work?”

“Yeah well, I’m here more often than I’d like to be, don’t want him at home by himself all the time, he’d tear me fucking house apart wouldn’t he?” he says and you smile at the large innocent dog, looking up at you with innocent eyes.

“So, Mr Solomons -”

The man cuts you off just by holding out a hand, a deep frown on his face as he looks at you.

“Alfie. No need to call me Mr Solomons, yeah, it’s just Alfie.”

“Alright. Alfie, why rum? There are more popular and profitable spirits to make, why choose rum?”

The man runs a hand through his beard as he listens, his rings glinting in the light as his eyes narrow in thought.

“Me mother used to drink rum after she died I wanted to do something for her. She gave up a lot for me, I wanted to honour her in some way so I started makin’ rum.”

“What did she give up for you?”

“When she found out she was pregnant she fled her home in Russia, started a whole new fucking life completely alone just so her kid would have a better life,” he rolls up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal an arm covered in tattoos, pointing out one on his forearm. “This one’s for her.”

“You commemorate people with tattoos?”

“If someone’s important enough to me yeah, most of the time though I get ‘em cause I like the way they look.”

Alfie leads you through the distillery, explaining the rum making process between answering your questions his answers. He’s incredibly animated in the way he talks, his eyes alight, hands waving everywhere and you can’t help but wonder how on earth you’re supposed to capture him in his entirety with words alone.

Soon enough your time together comes to an end, you’ve run through all your prepared questions and have wracked your brain for additional questions to ask just to have a little more time with him. But sadly it’s time to go, and as you bid him goodbye in the entrance to the distillery you think you notice a hint of disappointment in his face as well.

“Well thank you for talking with me Alfie, if you have anything you’d like to add please feel free to call,” you explain as you slip a business card into his hand.

“Will do. If you have any more questions you’re welcome to drop by, yeah, I’m almost always around here somewhere.”

You smile, turning your attention to Cyril giving the dog a brief pat on the head.

“Goodbye, Cyril.” You straighten up, offering a smile to the man as you reach for the handle of the door.“Goodbye Alfie.”

Alfie watches with his thick arms crossed over his chest as you leave, eyes following you through the glass doors until you’re out of sight, ignoring the smug look on Ollie’s face as the younger man comes to stand beside him.

“Fuck off,” Alfie grumbles, shaking his head as he walks back to his office.  

Stepping through the door to your flat you let out a long breath, feeling the way your entire body relaxes as you step over the threshold. The air inside is warm, a relief from the chilly air outside you slip off your coat and hang it on the rack by the door.

Your roommate Nancy is already home, already in pyjamas and on the couch. You kick off your heels, glad to be free of them as your bare feet press into the cool wood floors, picking up a pair of leggings from your pile of clean clothes on the table you hadn’t gotten around to putting away just yet.

Stepping into the stretchy fabric and slipping off your bra, you’re finally comfortable again.

“How’d it go today?” Nancy asks, turning her attention away from wherever Netflix documentary had her attention.

Dropping onto the couch beside her, you open your laptop flipping through your notes as you wait for it to start up.

“Really good actually, I met with that Alfie Solomons I was telling you about last night,”

“Weren’t you nervous to meet him? How was he?”

“He was nice. Really nice. He seemed intimidating at first, but really he just loves his dog and his mum and he was just really nice.”

“Oh girl, you fancy him don’t you?”

You scoff at her comment, turning back to your notebook just to escape her insinuation.

“Don’t be stupid, of course, I don’t.”

You only spent a couple of hours with the man, surely you can’t already fancy him. No, no of course not. You were just charmed by him, enjoyed your time with him. Nothing more than that.

“Oh shut up,” you grumble at the look on her face, busying yourself with typing up your notes from the day.  

[robinsno1lesbian]

⭑ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑 ⭑

✿ = fluff | ☾ = smut | ✩ = angst

✦ 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

i'm starving, darling ☾ your lips, my lips, apocalypse ☾ you're so art deco ☾

✦ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐒 editor!nancy x journalist!reader headcanons ☾

✦ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 coming soon!

✦ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 neighbor!robin x nancy wheeler x reader ☾

thigh riding with nancy ☾