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Fruity Four Fandom, I believe in you. Redeem yourselves. Come back and Acknowledge Jonathan. You can do it I know you can.
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Maybe I had some Modern Talking and Blondie playing while I worked on this…who knows, who knows
Soft spot | Nancy wheeler x Fem!reader ഒ
Summary - Sleepover at your girlfriend Nancy’s house turns into you grinding your pussies together :)
Warnings - Smut, 18+, making out, cursing, dry humping, grinding, mommy kink, soft dom!Nancy, bottom!reader, praise kink, both of you being really needy for each other, Nancy is obsessed with you, shy!reader, tiny bit of aftercare
A/N - she’s so hot bro i was getting pent up and had to goon halfway so i could finish writing 😹✌️
on a real tho i want her so bad i’m so pathetic when it comes to Nancy Wheeler. also writing smut is so hard ugh i lowkey am over it.
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The TV murmured quietly in the background, It’s glow washing the pink walls silver. Nancy’s bed smelled like her, fresh and faintly floral, and a few berry scented candles flickered gently on her nightstand. You were lying across her chest, her heartbeat steady under your ear. Her fingers moved lazily through your hair, tracing soft patterns that made your eyelids flutter.
You could feel her breathing, slow and even, and the way her thumb would occasionally brush against your temple in that tender, absentminded way she always did when she was focused on you more than whatever was on the screen.
She was so beautiful like this. The faint light caught the curve of her cheek, the slope of her nose, the softness of her lips. You wanted to look away but couldn’t. Every small detail, the way her fingers toyed with your hair, the way her lashes framed her soft eyes, pulled you deeper into a quiet trance. No matter how long you’d been with Nancy, she never failed to take your breath away. She never failed to make you so nervous you couldn’t function.
Your chest felt warm, almost heavy, the way it always did when you looked at her for too long. You could feel your pulse quicken, a small flutter beneath your ribs, and you didn’t even know what to do with it except hide it, tuck it behind a small whimper.
Nancy’s eyes flicked down for just a second, catching the way your breath hitched before you turned your face slightly, pretending to focus on the TV. A faint smile tugged at her lips.
“Hey,” she whispered, voice barely above the sound of the TV. “You okay, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, pressing your eyes on the screen, like you were trying to move it with your mind.
She smirked but didn’t press, going back to stroking your hair. Her fingers moved slowly along your skin, tracing faint, lazy patterns across your neck and hairline.
She noticed the way your breath hitched slightly when her fingers hovered near your lips.
“Your mouth is so pretty, baby…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as her fingers ghosted over your lips.
She noticed the subtle way your hips bucked at her touch, and it nearly made her lose control.
With careful, calculated movements, she sat up, placing her legs underneath you, watching as your breath caught as she shifted her legs beneath you. Her lips placed soft kisses along your cheeks, your jawline, the arch of your brow, and the curve of your neck.
“Mmm… sweet girl,” she murmured against your skin, her voice low and laced with affection.
“N-Nance.” you whimpered.
Hearing her name fall from your lips in that soft, needy tone nearly made her come undone. She pressed her lips to your collarbone, kissing slowly, then trailed open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, marking you with gentle, careful bites. One hand rested firmly on your hip, holding you in place, while the other tangled in your hair, her fingers tightening just slightly as she whispered, “Shh… baby…”
She could tell you were getting worked up, your body squirming in her lap, every small movement pulling a quiet, shaky breath from your lips. She loved seeing you like this, all needy and desperate for her touch.
Her lips continued their torture on your neck, leaving a slight dampness as she trailed her way down, a dampness that could also be found in your pretty white panties. You squirmed against her and her breath brushed warm against you as she murmured, almost to herself, “So sensitive—Such a good girl…”
Your hands reached to grasp at her shoulders, fingers curling against her skin like you were desperate to pull her closer. It was so unbelievably cute, the way you reached for her without even realising it, all soft and needy.
She pressed a few tender kisses along your jawline, her lips lingering against yours “You want something, sweetheart?” she murmured. “Use your words…”
You shook your head shyly, your voice barely above a whisper. “N-Nance…” you whined, hiding your face in her neck.
She smirked, gently lifting your head up with her slender fingers, completely undone by how shy and in heat you looked. “Poor thing” she teased softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before pulling back just enough to take in your flushed, trembling face. “Come on, sweetheart… tell me what you need.”
“P-please…” Your voice trembled.
She let out a quiet giggle, warm and low, before kissing your ear and catching the lobe gently between her lips. She adored seeing you this desperate for her, so soft and helpless under her touch. Her lips trailed down your jawline, slow and steady, before finding your neck once more. “Mmm… please what?” she murmured against your skin.
“Mm—Nance…Feels s’good when you suck on my neck,” you whined desperately, your wetness already soaking her thigh.
“Mm I bet it does.” Her brows contorted as you whined her name. She thought you looked so pretty, eyes glazed and darkening, heavy with want.
She felt your hips buck harder against her thigh and it sent a jolt of desire through her. She brought her hands to your waist and guided you gently, her kisses becoming more urgent on your neck. “Fuck. That's it, baby—take what you need..."
She kept her hands steady, her hips slightly lifting instinctively as you kept grinding against her through the fabric of your shorts. Her hands roamed your body desperately, like she couldn’t get enough of touching you, face buried in your neck, biting and sucking marks onto your skin. "That’s it, sweetheart..."
She slid one hand up under your shirt and found your nipple immediately, pinching gently through your bra. Her other hand moved to your other boob, squeezing it gently as she started sucking hickeys onto your collarbone. “Such a good girl.”
Your legs shook, toes curling as you tried to keep steady, the fabric of your shorts rubbing so perfectly against your clit.
“Does that feel good baby?" She groaned softly.
“Uh huh—feels s-so good, mommy,” you whimpered, your hands clutching her shirt, squeezing as her hands traveled all over you, her gilded ring cool against your warm skin.
“Fuck baby…you’re makin’ me so wet my love.” Her hips rolled up against your stomach slightly and you almost came on the spot as she tried to stifle a moan.
“Mommy,” you whined, like she was teasing you on purpose.
“Sorry sweetheart…fuck,” She panted, trying to keep her composure as your shorts got wetter and wetter against her bare flesh.
You shook your head insistently, eyes hovering at her lower half, your hands already reaching to unbutton her shorts.
“Baby wh—“
“Can you grind on me please? Wanna feel you.” Your eyes would usually gleam with embarrassment from asking something so direct, but you weren’t ready to beat around the bush today, especially not when Nancy looked at you like that.
Her eyes widened at your request, her hips jerking up sharply at the thought. She was so turned on, barely able to think straight. “Fuck baby, yeah...” She kissed your lips, biting softly before pulling away, tapping your leg lightly so she could get up and you could both pull your shorts off.
She quickly unbuttoned her pyjama shorts and pushed them down just enough to expose herself. “C’mere.”
She immediately flipped you onto your back, settling between your legs. She grabbed your thighs and spread them wide, positioning herself directly over your bare pussy. “Like this baby?”
You nodded and she kissed your neck gently, feeling your wetness soak into her. She ground down on your clit slowly, making you whimper loudly. “Fuck... you're soaked...” She kissed your neck again, her lips pressed against your pulse point. “So fucking needy for me...”
“Uh huh…so wet f’you Nance.” You nodded pathetically, her soaking heat against yours the only thing you could focus on.
She applied a little more pressure as she rotated her hips against you. Her hands gripped yours tightly as she used you for her own pleasure.
“Fuck—p-please don’t stop…your pussy feels s’good, mommy.”
She kissed you passionately as she ground her pussy against you, harder and faster. She reached down to spread your lips apart with her fingers, allowing your clits to slide directly against each other. “Such a pretty little thing,” she moaned softly, tits bouncing as her hips jerked back and forth.
She leaned down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans as she ground harder. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly, spreading them wider as she used her hips like a machine. She broke the kiss to watch her pelvis slapping against yours, making wet sounds with each thrust.
You rolled your head back, lips parted as you whined with intense need, stomach sinking and rising as you got closer and closer to the edge.
"There it is baby... Mommy loves hearing you whine for her pussy..." She moaned deeply, your needy noises sending heat straight to her core. She started grinding even more intensely, her hips moving like a piston as she fucked your pussy with hers.
Your legs began to shake violently as you got closer to your release. She held them tighter, spreading you wider and pressing deeper with her hips, making you whimper into her mouth. “Shhh..."
Seeing you reduced to just soft moans and whines was driving her wild. She started moving her hips in quick, shallow thrusts, rubbing your clits together intensely "Spread your legs wider baby..." she commanded softly.
“F-fuck…Mommy,” you panted breathlessly, her hands wrapped around your throat gently. “Gonna come…”
"Yeah baby?" She asked softly, her words soaked in desire, pussy aching with need.
You nodded breathlessly, forehead damp as your head turned to mush, your vision blurring as the pleasure intensified.
She moaned softly, feeling your pussy start to clench and pulse against hers, her hips moving in quick thrusts against you.
“Come on baby. Come for me.”
“F-fuck…need you mommy,” You cried, and she loved seeing you so helpless beneath her, completely at her mercy. She hummed as she watched you fall apart, moaning her name, your hands lifting her shirt up, squeezing her soft flesh.
"Holy shit..." She suddenly stilled against you, her body tensing as she reached her own peak. She bit down on your shoulder to stifle her moan as she came, grinding against you even harder as she rode out her orgasm. She stayed pressed against you, breathing heavily.
After a few seconds she tilted her head up, her hand immediately coming up to brush the stray hair out of your face. Her face softened when she saw how blissed out you look, eyes slightly wet, legs trembling weakly.
“Aw, my sweet thing.” She pouted tenderly, moving off your lap.
“Wanna rest a little?”
“Yeah, please,” you responded feebly, hands reaching for her shirt again.
“I got you, baby.” She smiled sweetly as she lifted the covers, motioning for you to get under.
When you were both under, your head resting delicately on her chest, her hands resumed It’s gentle stroking on your hair. She pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, her thumb tracing slow circles against your shoulder.
“Better?” She murmured, her voice low and velvety against your hair.
You nodded, too content to find the words, your hand curling lightly into the fabric of her shirt.
“Good,” she whispered, her lips brushing your temple. “You just rest now, my love. I’ve got you.”
And she did. You felt it in the way she held you, gentle but sure, like she was keeping the whole world at bay just so you could breathe a little easier. Her fingertips threaded through your hair again, patient and tender, until your eyelids fluttered shut.
A/N - Hope u liked. I made a Nancy edit yesterday if u wanna watch <3
spring
you just got fruity foured
Eddie following Nancy around and incessantly talking Steve up to her and pestering her about why they broke up while they’re in the middle of life and death shit in the upside down and she’s trying to focus on watching out for monsters until she finally stops walking and turns to face him as she snaps “If you think Steve’s so great, then why don’t you date him?”
Eddie stops walking too at that. He completely misreads the deflection momentarily and asks “Wait, Harrington’s into guys?” but realizes it was not the thing to say when Nancy is visibly shocked and confused and asks “What?” So Eddie echoes “What?” to buy himself time to think of something better, just to only make things worse and more obvious when he adds “Let’s just pretend I didn’t say that” and then starts walking again and is glad when she does too and doesn’t say anything about it (or at all)
Meanwhile Robin and Steve were hanging back chattering together and happily bickering. They heard none of it until Nancy’s outburst that was loud enough to cut through their conversation, but then they blatantly listened in with their ears perked up in time to catch that last part of the interaction
They start exchanging glances because hold on they know another queer person? But also because is Steve into guys? He hadn’t realized Eddie was an option but one thing he’s sure into is attention and he’s been enjoying Eddie’s so does it really matter if he’s a guy instead?
So Steve’s visibly considering if he’s into guys and Robin’s visibly noticing something’s going on and trying to silently ask him what his face means with her face. And then Steve’s trying to figure out what her face means and they’re getting nowhere. But before they can sort anything out at that moment, Nancy yells at them to hurry up and catch up (partly because they really have fallen behind and now completely stopped walking and partly because she’s still not sure what to say to Eddie after that and can’t decide if it’s worse to play along and pretend she didn’t hear it or say something to try to make him less noticeably fidgety since he said it)
So Steve and Robin jog to catch up and by the time they do, Steve’s already decided to start chatting Eddie up some more as soon as they’ve caught up with him because hey maybe this whole Vecna bullshit doesn’t have to completely derail his desperate search for a relationship after all and really this is a far better idea than hitting on Nancy just because his default setting is to be hitting on someone and he’s obviously not going to pick Robin
