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𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐱 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

(𝐧.𝐰. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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?) if anyone has any robin buckley x reader requests or something, i'll gladly write them to get out of my nancy-situation!! (might write a part 2 or an actual fanfic...) also yes this is a reupload…i wanted to add some stuff but tumblr didn’t let me so here we are-

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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 asks 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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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: robin buckley x nancy wheeler

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: very mild volume 2 spoilers + fluff!!

𝐚/𝐧: as always: ignore the typos lmao- ALSO thank you very much for all the support after my first post on here! i didn't expect that so thank you, thank you, thank you! <3 my requests are currently open, in case anyone has any ideas for new ronance fics! <3

The pitter-patter of the rain falling against the window isn't the only thing stopping Nancy from sleeping.

It is true, she hates to sleep when it rains. While others might consider the sound of rain comforting, it has always scared Nancy. Once, there was Steve Harrington, who'd hold her and cover her ears if she needed him to, comforting her until she eventually fell asleep. Then there was Jonathan. Though it is strange to think that there is a 'was' now, rather than an 'is'. Her ex-boyfriend, from whom she knows that he loves her dearly. And Nancy had found peace with him. She'd found someone who understood and comforted her more than any other boy ever did. And she hadn't thought of this as something that was even possible in the first place—finding peace with a boy. Yet doing that had been one thing, he'd made it easy for her. But returning his love had been quite another and until this day, she can't tell if she ever fully succeeded with that. Nancy knows what love is supposed to be like, she sees it every day. In the movies she watches, in the books, she reads...everywhere she sees the picture-perfect love stories. Love is supposed to feel like Jonathan Byers or Steve Harrington. The guy gets the girl. Saves her from monsters, or holds her as she falls asleep.

Love isn't supposed to be the touch of two hands in the darkness of the upside down. Love isn't supposed to be a gorgeous pair of eyes meeting hers. Rescuing her from the fear that had wrapped its dark fingers around Nancy's throat, nearly suffocating her. It isn't supposed to be Robin Buckley. It can't be Robin Buckley.

Yet ever since the moment her fingers had touched Nancy's, it is all she can think of. It isn't Jonathan who is on her mind all the time, even though they recently broke up. It isn't him, who she secretly wishes for on rainy nights like these. She inhales deeply, desperately trying to push the thoughts of Robin Buckley away from her. This isn't the first time something like this is happening to Nancy, though she hates to admit it. None of this is new to her: The laying in bed all night trying to run away from the thoughts of another girl, the urge to scream into her pillow, because there's a part of herself she can't understand... There once was Barb, who had caused her to stay up all night. It all had been so new, so different from everything Nancy had ever known.

Not what people had told her about love, no. It had been tender and sweet, looking back at it now. The smiles the girl had shared while walking to class and the way Barb had always been able to give Nancy something to laugh about. Yet she never figured out a way to tell her about it.

After months of denying all those things, she had died and Nancy didn't dare to think of what she had felt for her ever again. Until now.

A noise snaps her back to reality—a gentle, careful knock against her window.

For a moment, she hopes for a sign, in the shape of Jonathan Byers. A sign that will take those thoughts away from her, prove that they are nothing but silly fantasies of a girl. But then she gets up to let in whoever wants to visit her at 02.00 am and all hopes slip away from her, like sands between her fingers. And no matter how hard she tries to hold onto it, it vanishes into nothingness as she lays eyes on Robin Buckley. Soaked from the rain, she smiles at her from behind the glass.

Her blonde hair is sticking to her face, that's how wet it is, yet her lips are forming a wide grin.

Nancy brings up a hand to her mouth in shock, quickly opening the window so that the other girl can enter.

"Robin!" she whispers as soon as she's inside. Her clothes are dripping, leaving a trail of drops on Nancy's bedroom floor. She's wearing nothing but a t-shirt and pants, goosebumps all over her arms and Nancy feels the strange urge to touch her skin. She wants to stroke her hands all over it until it is smooth and warm again. She wants to be the one to hold and comfort her. Robin wipes away the water from her cheeks and forehead. "I'm sorry, I- god did I wake you up? Did I scare you? Damn it, this seemed like such a good idea in my head, I-" "I was up already, don't worry" she tries to calm her but Robin keeps on rambling. "I really didn't mean to bother you, I mean it is 02.00 am and I am in your bedroom, which is clearly not where I should be and...god what if your parents woke up? Will you get into trouble?" Nancy remembers being annoyed at Robin for all of her talking, at least when they first met. Now she has no idea how she didn't adore it from the very first second. "First of all: No, I won't! Don't worry about that. But Robin you need other clothes!" "Seriously?" Robin raises a brow, seemingly amused. "I show up in your room in the middle of the night and that is your first thought?"

Nancy blushes, stepping past her quickly in a desperate attempt to hide her burning red cheeks from her. "Maybe while I- Uhm, get clothes for you, you could explain why you are visiting me in the middle of the night?" "That's a really funny story actually, so...I was in the area and I remembered you live nearby so I was like 'Why not visit Nancy Wheeler?', which brings us here" Nancy smiles to herself, her back turned to Robin. "Robin, it's 02.00 am why would you be 'in the area'?" "Fair point..." she shrugs. "I guess I just...wanted to see you"

She stops her movements for a second, letting the words sink in. I just wanted to see you. She inhales deeply, and holds the air for a second. She replays the sentence in her head all over. It sounds so beautiful coming from Robin. So...meaningful. Nervously, she continues her search for a different shirt. None of her clothes seems to suit Robin, she's almost embarrassed. Her tall, slim body doesn't seem to be made for Nancy's skirt and tops. She remembers making Robin wear her stuff back when they were trying to quite literally hunt a monster down. And she remembers how uncomfortable they made her feel, she almost feels sorry for putting her through it, though it had been necessary. Now she knows better than she did then.

She can feel Robin's eyes on her and it makes her feel unexpectedly seen, almost exposed. "You can sit if you like" she offers, pointing to her bed, in an attempt of escaping their silence. But Robin rather stares, inspecting Nancy's room in all its nightly glory. "I can give you a towel, too" she adds. "Nance, really, it's fine! I'm fine, okay?" Robin takes a step forward, closer to her, and Nancy doesn't dare to look up, doesn't dare to meet Robin's gaze and all the things she might find in it.

"Found something" she breathes, her fingers curling in the soft fabric of an old shirt of hers. "Great" Another step. Finally, Nancy turns. Immediately, eyes are meeting eyes. Robin has already reached out with her hand, still, her stare lingers on Nancy rather than the piece of clothing she's holding. Looking down at her palm brings back the memories from only a couple of days ago when Robin had touched her hand in the darkness. It had been sudden, unexpected, almost frightening until she had realized that it was just Robin. No monster, hidden in the shadows around them, was trying to gain control over her senses, just the other girl, holding onto her with an unfamiliar comfort. Her palm had been soft, where both Jonathan's and Steve's had been rough. Slim, and delicate where theirs had never been. Standing in her room now, surrounded by darkness again, she wonders if they'd still be as soft as they were then. If taking them would cause her heart to beat faster, her cheeks to flush even redder.

"Nance" Robin whispers carefully. "I'm just gonna, you know, take this? Okay?" "Of course" she bites down on her lip, flustered by her presence only.

As Robin changes, back turned to Nancy, the girl can't help her mind from wandering, her thoughts from racing. She thinks of all the things hidden behind her back. Robin's bare, still wet skin against the light of the moon. The crook of her neck, leading down to her outstanding collarbones. Nancy remembers Steve as well as Jonathan, kissing her in those places. She wonders if Robin would shiver the way she did then, if her body would ache for more... "Nance?" she says suddenly, causing Nancy to flinch. Robin's back is still turned, but she knows by the tone of her voice that something is going on.

"Look, this isn't supposed to sound weird or anything but...About recently, when we were...well in this literal other dimension, I just-" she clears her throat. "I didn't mean to, you know, bother you or cross a line or something. When I...When I took your hand" Silence.

Finally, Robin turns around. "I- I know you're- you were with Jonathan at the time and- and not that this would mean anything because like- it's not like I'd be a threat to your relationship or whatever- I mean just look at me, but- I don't know- Was it okay?" It's not like I'd be a threat to your relationship. This is what gets Nancy, almost like a wake-up call, an alarm ringing in her ears. Because what if she is? What if it was supposed to be her all along? What if Robin Buckley holds the power to make Nancy's entire life fall apart, only to put it back together in a new way?

"It was okay!" she says reassuringly. "I- I mean I was surprised but- it helped a lot" Robin's face enlightens and she looks up, meeting Nancy's gaze. "Yeah and- and I think I...liked it?" She can see surprise flashing through Robin's eyes, as she steps closer again. A part of Nancy wants to step back, build a wall around herself and never come out again. Another part of her longs for Robin to come, it wants her to break all the walls down, to pull her in. "Liked it?" she repeats, stopping right in front of Nancy. She finds herself at a loss of words, being this close to Robin, feeling her breath on her face and the heat of her body radiating. Not knowing what else to do and nearly choking on her own breath, Nancy seeks the comfort again. She isn't even capable of stopping herself from reaching out, her fingers brushing Robin's in one swift motion.

The moment skin meets skin, the world around them seems to slow down entirely. It hasn't been more than 2 weeks, yet here they are again. Hands, meeting in the darkness. Eyes, finding their way to each other. Heartbeats increasing.

Nancy's fingers slip between Robin's, allowing their palms to fully touch.

The other girl inhales sharply at the sudden sensation, breaking the eye contact only to glance down at their hands. Nancy studies her face, as she does so, mesmerized by each and every detail she can find. Her soft lips, slightly parted as her breaths come quickly, hundred of freckles all over her face, the color of her eyes, and the red flush on her cheeks. It all seems to draw Nancy in. She can see it all fall apart, then. Her life, her love, everything she believed to be true. It crumbles and shatters until it finally falls. And she can't help but watch it all happen. Like tides control the ocean, coming and going as they do so. She could reach out, try to hold the water in her hands, yet it would slip away from her regardless of that. Only this time, Nancy doesn't have to try to hold onto it like she did with Barb all these years ago. She lets it all go. She lets the tides take it with them because she has someone to hold her. Robin Buckley. No matter what might fall apart, along with all of Nancy's beliefs, this girl won't let her down. Her hand has its strong, still tender grip on her and there is nothing that could possibly happen to her as long as it lasts. As long as Robin keeps holding her. The seconds are passing by and neither of them dares to say a word, afraid that what they share might go as fast as it has come, leaving them with nothing. Nancy can hear Robin's breathing, quick and short. "Nance..." she whispers eventually, voice trailing off already. "I- I don't understand" And, hell, she can't blame her. She doesn't understand either. All she truly knows is that this moment feels like home. And maybe this is all she needs to know. Maybe it doesn't even take any more than just that. Maybe if she just-

Slowly, she gets on the tips of her toes, using Robin's hand to pull herself closer. Their chests are nearly bumping together when Nancy leans in. Robin's eyes fly wide open in surprise, her hands reaching up, as if in defense. But then she sees Nancy's closed eyes and feels her body pressed up against hers, finally she senses the other girl's lips, gently put on her own.

She exhales, breathing out the tension and fear she felt, her arms wrapping around Nancy's waist. Until then, she'd felt Nancy tensing up, but when her fingers meet her skin, she can feel her finally relaxing into the kiss. Her hands come up to cup Robin's cheeks, holding onto them gently.

Nancy feels it all then, her heart beating a mile a minute, every cell of her body yearning for Robin, leaving not the shadow of a doubt. Her lips are soft against Nancy's, yet the hand she has on her body is strong. For the first time since she'd known herself, Nancy feels like she actually did something right. And how couldn't she? How couldn't she when Robin is kissing her back with an equal amount of passion? When it makes her whole body tingle in excitement?

Only when Robin leans back, does Nancy open her eyes again, frightened of what she might find in her now.

"Robin I-" but before she gets a chance to finish, Robin opens her mouth just to say, well, the most Robin thing ever. "Nancy Wheeler, did you just kiss me?"

"I supposed I did- I mean- I didn't- Look this might sound very off but- I like you, Robin. I mean I really like you and-" But Robin already cuts her off by placing another kiss on her lips.

"I like you too, Nancy Wheeler"

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