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sarahisgay01 · 2 years

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Robin x Nancy , sub robin Dom Nancy , Nancy is jealous because robin is ‘flirting’ with girls because she knows Nancy will become jealous and punish her something in that way

I got you!! Jealous Nancy is one of my favorites😊

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!)

Is This What You Wanted?

Dom!Nancy x Sub!Robin

Notes: Robin and Nancy are in an established relationship, alcohol (nobody drinks it though), Nancy has a mommy!kink and degrading!kink, Robin has a praise!kink

One thing Robin loves doing is teasing Nancy. She loves teasing her by making her jealous, because one thing about Nancy is that she gets jealous, very easily. Tonight, was a perfect opportunity to make her jealous, seeing that Steve invited them to go to a party. When they arrived at the party, they walked into the kitchen and found Steve. He said, “Hey guys! Glad you both could make it!” Robin said, “Hi dingus” and Nancy said, “Hey, Steve.” Robin went to grab herself and Nancy a drink, but spilled some punch on herself while doing so. A familiar voice said, “Hey, Robin!” and when she turned around, Vickie was standing there. She was smiling and then a frown appeared on her face, she said, “It uh- It looks like you spilled some punch on your shirt. That sucks really sucks! It looks super cute on you!” Robin said, “Shit! But you uh- you think so? I just threw it on before I left.” Vickie said, “Yeah totally! You look super hot, Robin!” As soon as Nancy heard that, she turned to look at what was happening. She saw Robin talking to an unfamiliar red-haired girl and nudged Steve. She said, “Hey, who’s that girl that Robin’s talking to?” and Steve said, “Oh! That’s Vickie, she used to be her crush, but that was before she fell in love with you.” Nancy said, “Huh, interesting” and watched the rest of their interaction like a hawk stalking it’s prey. She watched as Robin lightly shoved Vickie’s shoulder with a smile on her face after she said she was hot. Robin said to Vickie, “Stop! Don’t lie to me, Vic!” Vickie lightly shoved her shoulder back and said, “Robin, I’m not!” Then, she grazed her arm and said, “You look absolutely amazing in it!” Robin replied, “Well, thank you! You look amazing yourself, a big difference from the marching band uniform I normally see you in.” Both Robin and Vickie start to laugh and Vickie says, “Yeah! A lot less green and no gigantic hat!” Then she places a hand on Robin’s shoulder and says, “I’m going to go get back to my friends, maybe I’ll see you later?” Robin replied, “Maybe. Later, Vickie.” When Vickie left, Nancy walked over to Robin and in a stern tone, said, “Don’t even bother grabbing the cups, we’re going to go tell Steve we’re leaving. You’re going to say you don’t feel well. Then, we’re leaving and going back to my house. Do you understand?” Robin said, “But we just got here, Nance. What’s wrong?” In the same tone, Nancy said, “Robin, stop being a fucking brat and just do what I say.” A barely audible whimper escaped Robin’s mouth and she said, “Y- Yeah, o- o- okay, Nance.” Nancy grabbed Robin’s hand and pulled her over to where Steve was. Robin said, “Hey, Steve. I’m actually not feeling well, so Nance and I are going to head out. Sorry to be leaving so soon!” Steve replied, “Oh, it’s fine! I hope you feel better Rob, bye guys!” Robin and Nancy, in unison said, “Bye!”, then Nancy was pulling Robin out to her car.

When they got to her car, Robin said, “Why are we- Why are we leaving early?” Nancy said, “You don’t think I saw the little interaction you had with Vickie? I have eyes Rob.” Robin said, “Nance, I don’t like Vickie like that anymore. You know I love you.” Nancy said, “Oh, I know. I know exactly what you were doing.” Robin said, “What was- What was I doing?” and Nancy said, “You were being a fucking brat and teasing me, trying to make me jealous.” Robin said, “Oh. I um- I uh-” and Nancy said, “Yeah. You’re such a fucking brat and we’re going back to my house so I can punish you. Lucky for you, I have the whole house to myself tonight, so you can cry and whimper as much as you want, sweetheart.” Robin let out a whimper and said, “O- O- Okay, Na- Na- Nance.” Nancy said, “What did you just call me?” and Robin quickly corrected herself, “Mommy! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” Tears started to fill Robin’s eyes and Nancy said, “Aw poor baby’s crying before the punishment even starts, how cute.” Then, she starts the car and drives back to her house. Robin whimpers, with tears rolling down her cheeks and Nancy ignores it. The ten minute car ride back to Nancy’s was silent, minus Robin’s occasional sniffles from crying. When they arrive at Nancy’s, they walk through the front door and Nancy says, “Go to my room” in her stern tone. Robin whimpers and mumbles, “Yes mommy”, then quickly makes her way up to Nancy’s room. She sits on the bed, feet flat on the floor and twiddling her thumbs. When Nancy walks in, she closes the door behind her and says, “Up.” Robin immediately gets up from the bed and Nancy stays by the door. She says, “Come here” and Robin walks over, then is met with her back hitting the door. Robin moans as she hits it and even though Nancy is shorter than her, she feels like Nancy is towering over her. Nancy pins her to the door and says, “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? You wanted mommy to punish you?” Robin says, “No mommy! No! I just- I just wanted to tease you! I didn’t mean to make you mad! I’m sorry, mommy! I’m sorry!” Nancy scoffs and mocks her, saying, “Oh, you’re sorry? We’re far past that, sweetheart. You need to learn how to behave, Rob. I need you to be my good girl and you’re obviously not.” Robin whimpers and says, “No, mommy! I’m your good girl, I promise! I promise, I’ll be your good girl!” Nancy says, “Oh I know you will be after your punishment, sweetheart.” Again, Robin whimpers and Nancy backs a couple feet away from Robin. She makes eye contact with her and says, “Clothes off, sluts don’t deserve to wear clothes.” Robin nods and says, “Yes mommy”, then starts to strip off all her clothes. Once she’s fully naked, Nancy looks her up and down, then says, “Such a shame you decide to be a good girl now. Still need to teach how to behave and not be a fucking brat. Go lay on the bed, flat on your back.” Robin nods and follows Nancy’s order.

Once she’s positioned flat on her back, Nancy parts Robin’s legs and sits in between them, on her heels. Robin whimpers and says, “M- M- Mommy?”, her voice breaking through the word. Nancy can tell she’s a bit worked up and softens her tone slightly. She says, “Yes, sweetheart?” and Robin says, “Can I- Can I please- Can I please have a- have a kiss? Please mommy.” Nancy sees tears starting to roll down her face and says, “Only because you asked nicely and you’ve been a good girl since we’ve gotten here.” She positions herself overtop of Robin, then kisses her. Nancy makes sure to make it a sweet kiss, to calm Robin down. When she releases from the kiss, Robin says, “Th- Thank you, mommy” and Nancy replies, “Mhmmm.” After a couple seconds, Nancy leans back down, then starts to bite and suck on Robin’s neck. Robin was moaning as Nancy marked her up and once she was satisfied, she pulled her head up, then made eye contact with Robin. She said, “Do you know why mommy left marks all over your neck, sweetheart?” Robin replied, “Cause- Cause I’m- Cause I’m yours, mommy.” Nancy said, “Mhmmm, all mine. You’re mine, nobody else’s. Mine.” Robin says, “All yours mommy.” Nancy hums, then positions herself back on her heels, in between Robin’s legs. She takes her hands and starts roughly kneading Robin’s breasts, causing her to moan loudly. Nancy starts harshly pinching her nipples, eliciting sharp inhales from Robin. Once she’s satisfied using her hands, she hovers her mouth over her chest. She flattens her tongue and licks Robin’s nipple, soothing a bit of the pain from before. Nancy does this on both sides, then points her tongue and starts flicking her nipple rapidly. Small breathy moans escape Robin’s mouth, and she says, “Fuck, mommy.” Robin’s hips buck up after 30 seconds or so and Nancy stops, she says, “Such a needy, baby. Aren’t you sweetheart? Just mommy’s needy little slut, huh?” Robin nods and says, “Y- Yes mommy, y- your ne- needy slut. I’m your- I’m your needy sl- slut.” Nancy hums and starts flicking Robin’s nipple again, but shortly, she switches to the other one, giving it the same attention. Once she’s satisfied, Nancy starts sucking a line of marks down Robin’s body. She starts slightly below Robin’s chest and goes all the way down to her hips.

Robin’s hips start bucking up the closer Nancy gets to where Robin wants to be touched the most. When Nancy finishes her trail of marks, she looks up at Robin and says, “Look at me.” Robin does what she’s told and Nancy says, “I’m marking what’s mine. You are mine.” Robin whines and her hips buck up at Nancy’s words, she replies, “Y- Yes mommy, I’m all- I’m all yours! All of- All of me, y- yours!” Nancy grins and says, “Mhmmm, that’s my good girl.” Robin whimpers, she needs to be touched, her pussy is dripping and throbbing. Nancy says, “Poor baby’s just so needy, needs to be touched so bad, huh? You want mommy to touch you, sweetheart?” She couldn’t tell by the tone that Nancy was mocking her and Robin started to beg. She whined, “Yes, mommy! Please! Need you to touch me, please! Please mommy!” Nancy laughed and said, “Aw baby, it’s so cute you think you can just beg and I’ll do whatever you want.” She slid further down the bed, until her head was in between Robin’s thighs. Nancy said, “Aw baby, you’re so wet for me. Poor baby’s dripping all over the sheets. Your pussy must be aching sweetheart.” All Robin could do was whine and whimper at Nancy’s words, her mocking tone making it worse. Then, Nancy started sucking marks up her thighs, leading a trail to Robin’s pussy. When she was done marking up both thighs, she again, said, “Look at me.” Robin looked down at her and Nancy said, “These marks lead up to what’s mine. Your pussy belongs to me, sweetheart. It’s mine. Do you understand?” Robin nodded and said, “It’s all yours mommy! All yours! My pussy- My pussy belongs to you, mommy! My body- My body belongs to you! I- I belong to you!” Nancy grins widely and says, “Mhmmm, that’s right, sweetheart. You belong to me. Every fucking inch of you is mine.” Robin’s hips bucked up and finally, after teasing her for what felt like forever, Nancy finally touched Robin’s pussy. She took two fingers and started rubbing her clit in a tight circle. Robin let out a loud moan and said, “Thank you, mommy! Thank you!” What Robin didn’t know is that Nancy hadn’t even begun her punishment yet. When Nancy could see Robin start to get close, she asked, “Rob, are you close, sweetheart?” and Robin replied, “Y- Yes mo- mommy, please can I- please can I cum?” Nancy quickly retracted her hand, causing Robin to let out a loud whimper. Robin could feel herself starting to get worked up again and tears were about to start filling her eyes. Nancy said, “You need to learn to behave, sweetheart” and she started rubbing her clit again, before Robin could respond. When Nancy took her hand away this time, Robin was really close to her orgasm and started sobbing. She said, “Mommy, please! Please! I’m sorry, mommy! I’ll be a good girl! Please, mommy! I’m sorry!” Nancy continued this cycle for over an hour, torturing her and making Robin sob more and more. She lost track of how many times she’d edged her in the past hour. Once Robin stopped talking for about ten minutes, just loud sobs filled the room, Nancy said, “Beg.” Nancy had never seen Robin beg like she did in that moment, never seen her need her that much. Robin said, “Mommy, please! Please let me cum! I’ll do anything, please! Please, mommy! I need you! I need you so bad mommy! Please! I’ll do anything you want, mommy! I’ll be such a good girl for you! I’ll never flirt with anyone again! Never, mommy! I promise! Please, let me cum, mommy! Please!” Nancy took her tongue and started rapidly licking her clit. Robin came quickly after all the edging and she screamed out, “Th- Thank you! Fuck! Th- Thank you, mommy!” Nancy wasn’t done with Robin, she was going to make her cum over and over again, until she wanted to stop.

Nancy continued rapidly licking Robin’s clit and then she shoved two fingers inside her entrance. A scream escaped from Robin’s mouth and was followed by loud moans. Nancy started moving her fingers in rhythm with her tongue, quickly moving in and out of her entrance. Robin’s legs started spasming and she loudly moaned out a broken, “Cl-ose, Mo-mmy! So cl-ose!” Nancy curled her fingers, hitting Robin’s special spot and making her climax. She screamed out, “Fu-ck! Mo-mmy! Mo-mmy!” as she came all over Nancy’s fingers. Nancy didn’t slow down, she continued the speed of her fingers, but now latched her mouth around Robin’s clit. Nancy started sucking on her clit, eliciting a broken scream from her. It didn’t take long for Robin to reach her third climax, with broken, high pitched noises leaving her mouth as she came. Nancy licked her clit a few more times, before lifting her head, but she kept her fingers inside of Robin’s entrance. She slowed her speed and started roughly pounding her fingers into her. Robin’s mouth hung open, but only occasional broken, high pitched noises left her mouth. Nancy looks at her and says, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you’re ruined like this, Rob. All for me, all mine.” Robin’s entire body started shaking and Nancy watched as her eyes rolled back, as she came again. She slowly removed her fingers from inside Robin, a whimper leaving her mouth, feeling empty. Then Nancy moved her head back down and stuck her tongue inside of her entrance. Robin said, “Mo-mmy, too- too mu-ch”, but Nancy ignored her and continued. She moved a finger up to Robin’s clit and started rubbing tight circles. Her eyes filled with tears, being so overstimulated. She came again, right on Nancy’s tongue. Her legs and body shaking more than before and even after her climax, Nancy still doesn’t stop. She moves her finger away and moves her tongue up to her clit. Robin begins sobbing from all the overstimulation, but Nancy continues. Her legs start shaking and spasming so much that Nancy has to hold them down. She reaches her climax again and a broken scream, mixed with a sob left her mouth. After her sixth orgasm, Nancy finally stopped, she moved to lay next to Robin. She opened her arms and said, “Come here, sweet girl, it’s okay.” Robin immediately moved into Nancy’s arms, still sobbing from the overstimulation. Nancy held her tight and kissed her head, then said, “It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s all done with your punishment, sweet girl. It’s okay, you were such a good girl for me, Rob. My good girl.” Robin calmed down the more Nancy kept talking to her. Nancy started playing with her hair, which she knew helped her calm down.

After about ten minutes, Robin stopped crying. She kept moving her head that was on Nancy’s chest. Nancy asked, “Rob, you okay, baby? What’s wrong?” She whined and tugged at Nancy’s shirt, then said, “Off pl- please.” Nancy replied, “Okay, baby. Lift your head up for me.” Robin shifted her position and lifted her head off of Nancy’s chest. Nancy sat up, then took off her shirt and bra, knowing that Robin wanted her bare chest for comfort. Robin needs skin-to-skin contact to help her calm down when she’s overstimulated, so Nancy is happy to do whatever she can to help her relax. Once her shirt and bra are off, she positions herself back on the bed, laying flat. Robin immediately nuzzles her head into her chest and hums at the feeling of her bare skin on her cheek. She mumbles, “Th- Thank you” and Nancy says, “Shhhh baby, you don’t need to talk, sweet girl. Just relax for me.” Robin hummed in response and closed her eyes, briefly, laying on Nancy’s chest relaxed. Her eyes start to flicker open and shut, which Nancy notices. She says, “Baby, I’m going to get a towel and clean you up. Then we can go to sleep, okay, sweet girl?” Robin says, “Mhmmm” and rolls off of Nancy. Nancy gets up to get a towel from her bathroom, then returns and cleans her up. She helps Robin put some underwear on before going to sleep. Robin cuddles Nancy, wrapping her arms and legs around her. She mumbles “I love you, Nance. I’m sorry for the whole Vickie thing.” Nancy says, “Rob, it’s okay, sweet girl. I know you love me and I trust you. It’s okay, baby.” Robin replies, “M’kay”, sleepily, before falling asleep almost immediately after the conversation. Nancy smiles at how cute Robin is when she’s sleepy, then kisses the top of her head. She says, “I love you so much, Rob” and turns off the light. Nancy falls asleep playing with Robin’s hair, only about 20 minutes after Robin fell asleep.

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bettyfrommars · 6 months

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I'm on Fire

biker!eddie x fem!artist!reader

Part 17: A creature of love, I can't be tamed

masterlist playlist

18+ONLY, series typical violence, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex with someone other than Eddie and reader, hate-fucking (consensual), oral (m receiving), sexual harassment, biker!steve, biker!billy, protective!eddie, rocker!nancy

word count: 6.4k

songs: I Hate Myself for Loving You by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, Wild Child by W.A.S.P. and Cinnamon Girl by Type O Negative

The second half of your first night back at the Velvet Hammer heats up with Eddie on stage, Charlene on the premises with Billy, and Steve working through his emotions in a moment of carnal desire.

authors note: It has felt so good to get back to writing this story, I missed our biker boys so much. It will probably be another week or two until the next part, but you won't have to wait too long. Thank you for your patience, I love you.

There came the sound of shrill feedback from the stage, and the drummer twisted his stick around his fingers before clapping the high hat. You took your break and met Eddie over by the carpeted hallway. The two of you huddled together, out of view from the front half of the bar, including Charlene and Billy.

“What’s Steve going to do?” You hushed, feeling the familiar anxiety rise inside of you that someone might get hurt again.

“Nothing for now,” Eddie exhaled. You put your hand on his chest, and he held it there. “You let me worry about Steve and Charlene, you have enough to do. I won’t let anything go sideways in here tonight.”

You told him about what you’d just learned from Shana, about Charlene being part owner of the Velvet Hammer, and he gave a slow blink, dragging out a long, ragged breath. “Why does that not surprise me,” you could almost hear the wheels in his brain turning. “She can’t have this place, it’s ours,” he growled, walking you down the hall and clanking open the heavy metal back door to the alley.

“But,” you started. Eddie pulled a pack of smokes out of his front pocket and sparked a flame from his zippo to light the end. “Isn’t it too late for that? It sounds like she already took it?”

You held two fingers like you were making a peace sign for Eddie to pass you a smoke and he raised his eyebrow at you curiously. You gave a nod, answering his unspoken question, and he put a second one between his lips to light it for you before passing it over.

You took a tiny drag and coughed smoke out of your nose at first, but then the second inhale was smoother. Thanks to so many nights at the Hammer, your throat and lungs were sufficiently coated with tar and ready for the challenge.

The other owner of the Hammer was a well known real estate investor and builder named Murray Bauman, and he was a friend of the MC. They’d done several “jobs” for him over the years that were clean by MC standards, but dirty enough to ruin his reputation if they came to light. Murray was also notoriously unfriendly with the Gregson’s, and Eddie wondered how much Charlene had paid, and what kind of scandal she’d dug up on Stephen, to make him give up his share like that.

Eddie tilted his head back, exposing his throat, to take a long, thoughtful drag, looking up at the clear sky that was blinking full of stars. “I wish I could go back in time before I ever met Charlene, and avoid her at all costs.”

“I don’t know,” you looked down and kicked the heel of your shoe against your toe. “She’s awfully determined. I think she would’ve found you anyway. Plus, I don’t think it’s you she wants anymore.”

“I feel responsible though,” Eddie muttered, blowing smoke out through tight lips. “For everything that’s happened to the people around me because of her.”

The sound of Nancy saying something into the mic, followed by the crowd cheering, came muffled through the door, and you really wanted to change the subject, to pull him out of his dark thoughts. “I’d love to see you play tonight,” you told him right before both of your cherries glowed orange at the same time in the dark.

“I don’t have my guitar here,” he stated the obvious, sucking his tongue on the roof on a sharp inhale, angling his head back to blow smoke up while keeping his eyes on you. “But I might sing one or two with her. Just for you.”

“You can sing too?” Your eyes got wide like a little kid watching the twinkling lights on a Christmas tree.

“Hi, baby, have we met?” He scoffed, slipping his bottom lip through his teeth to repress a grin, and then he winked at you and smashed his smoke on the brick wall before throwing it in the dumpster. He caught you by the hips and pulled you flush to him. “I mean, I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

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Back on his stool, Steve rolled a toothpick between his lips while he scanned the crowd, and did his best not to look over at Billy and Charlene. He wasn’t sure what was eating at him more; the fact that she had the nerve to show up after everything, or that she was there with Billy.

The crew from Lucifer’s Own were known for doing the dirty deeds no other MC would touch. They ran a high-end escort service on the outskirts of town, and did a lot of blow and opiate smuggling over the border. It was also a front for an underground fighting ring that was dirty and rigged, and sometimes, the fools who participated ended up with broken bones, or had their lights turned out completely.

Billy Hargrove and Steve went way back, and they’d actually been friendly acquaintances for a while back in high school, until Billy had pursued a girl Steve liked at the time just to piss him off. Also, to prove to Steve that he could take whoever he wanted. “Nothing wrong with a little competition, right, Harrington?” Is that what this was? Was Billy escorting Charlene around just to rub it in Steve’s face?

“Yeah, well, you can have her,” Steve mumbled to himself under his breath, thoughts racing so fast that he was starting to talk to himself, head bent to work the end of the toothpick with his fingers. “Good luck with that one, buddy, you’ll need it.”

There was more feedback from the speakers. “Hey there Hawkins, who is ready to rock?” Nancy purred into the microphone, one hand gripping the fretboard of her guitar before she slung the strap around her body. People shouted and cheered, and there were a few high-pitched whistles of encouragement.

The bassist with the band looked like a younger version of Eddie, but with a mane of black hair that was thick with tight curls, and the drummer had a black goatee and long, straight hair way past his shoulders. The backup guitarist looked like he was cut right out of the James Hetfeild playbook.

“We’re gonna start out with a little something familiar to get y’all warmed up,” Nancy said into the mic. “This one is called I Hate Myself for Loving You.”

The crowd roared, pounding their fists on the tables. Nancy said a countdown before she began a slow clap to the beat and the drums kicked in, deep bass vibrating in the walls.

When Steve looked up, he saw Charlene making her way across the room, either for the payphone or the restrooms, and Steve straightened up, wondering if he should say something to her. He went up to the bar and patted Thumper on his broad back, asking him to watch the door for a few minutes. Thumper was three beers and several shots in, but was not yet showing any signs of inebriation. He fisted a handful of his graying beard and told Steve it was no problem.

“Midnight, gettin' uptight, where are you?

You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two

I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you…”

He followed but he hung back, hiding in the crowd until he saw her go into one of the bathrooms. When you and Eddie came out from the alley, you found Steve leaning against the wall that was heavily papered in band flyers, next to the payphone.

Eddie was walking behind you,his hands firm on your hips, moving his legs in time with yours. You both came to a halt at the sight of Steve, and you had to shove off, back to work, but Eddie took your hand to kiss your knuckles before you walked away.

“Everything cool?” Eddie asked his friend, checking around to make sure no chaos had ensued while he’d been outside with you. There was a huge crowd there, packed in like sardines. All of the tables and bar stools were occupied, and plenty of people were taking advantage of the standing room only, blocking most of the walkways.

“I’m not sure yet, man,” Steve put his head back against the wall, Adam’s apple jutting out. “But I’ll let you know.”

“I called Van and told him to get over here with Devlin,” Eddie let him know. “Just in case more of Lucifer’s Own try to cause trouble.”

Steve only nodded, absently, his eyes twitching to the bathroom door every so often. Eddie clapped Steve a few times on the arm before turning to watch the band as he pushed his way through the crowd. Nancy made her fingers into devil horns in the air at him and Eddie returned the gesture, raising his arm high.

“I think of you every night and day

You took my heart and you took my pride away…”

The crowd was stomping their feet to the rhythm and belting out the chorus. Nancy detached the mic from the stand to make her way across the stage.

The second Steve saw the door open, he took long strides across the hallway to keep Charlene from exiting, pushing her back inside the single-person bathroom. She did not protest as he braced the door and locked it behind him, turning to face her with a tight jaw.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Char?”

“What do you think I’m doing here?” She hushed it, dropping her gaze as if suddenly she was afraid to look at him. “I missed you.”

“Jesus Christ, Charlene, you need to stop.” He rubbed his hands down his face, exasperated. “I’m sorry for how I treated you at the hotel, but this needs to end.”

“But what if I don’t want to stop?” She closed in on him, lifting her hands to hold his face, but he blocked the effort, restraining her at the wrists. “What if I want you so bad, it hurts?”

He met her eyes. “You miss me and you thought fucking Billy would be the answer?”

“We’re not fucking, it’s not like that with him. Not like it was with you.” She struggled a little in his grasp just so he would tighten his grip on her.

Steve scoffed. “You mean, not like it was with me and Eddie and your husband and every other dude you’ve spread your legs for in this town?” Steve wasn’t one to judge, not with the amount of pussy he’d run through over the years, but still, showing up with one of his rivals was a low blow.

Charlene slammed forward so that Steve’s back hit the door, her breath hot and urgent on his neck. “No one fills me up like you do. I need your cock to split me open one last time, Stevie, please.”

She sank to her knees, kissing down his chest as she went, and he let her, releasing her wrists so that she could make quick work of unbuttoning his Levi’s. She licked around his balls and nuzzled her face in the hair at the base of his thick shaft, making hungry gasps of need as she did so.

He hissed when the fat head of his cock sank into her mouth. “Juss…just one more time,” he groaned as she lapped him up. She hummed around his length and nodded, looking up at him, agreeing as her lips strained to take the measure of his girth.

“I know you’re angry, Steve,” she flicked her tongue out over the ridge a few times like a poisonous snake about to strike. “I want you to take it out on me.”

He fisted a handful of her hair, tight, so that he controlled the movements of her head, and it made her whimper with pleasure.

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The next song Divine Filth sang was an original, a real headbanger that had Nancy growling into the mic and jabbing her devil horn fingers in the air. The bass guitarist’s fingers strummed the keys while the drummer spun his sticks high in the air and caught them. You noticed that a few of the male patrons were choosing to go outside to take a piss, which meant there was another line at the bathrooms again, but you were too busy to go over and check out why.

While Erika was on her break, it was your responsibility to go over and check on Billy, since Jackie was working the other side of the room. Two more of the Coffin Kings had just arrived and Eddie was out in the parking lot having a talk with them, being that it was hard to have a conversation inside with the band playing.

You made your way over to Billy’s table, noticing that Charlene was nowhere to be found. One side of his mouth lifted in a crooked grin while he watched you approach, and you wondered if he knew who you were and who you belonged to. You also wondered if he gave a shit.

As you got closer, you noticed that he had a pronounced scar from his eye to his jaw, and he didn’t have a ton of tattoos like the other boys, but there was the word “mother” above a heart with a dagger through it just under the sleeve of his t-shirt on his bicep and a Lucifer’s Own insignia on his opposite forearm.

He was slouched down a bit in his seat, knees spread wide, voice raised to be heard over the music. “You must be War Machine’s old lady,” he gave you a lift of his chin.

“You are correct,” you said with your best customer service smile.

“Damn,” his hand made a cage around the pack of smokes on the table so he could pull it toward him. His eyes locked onto your face, unwavering. “That son of a bitch always had good taste.”

“If you say so,” you checked over your shoulder, expecting to see Eddie charging over with that dangerous scowl on his face, but he wasn’t inside yet. You cleared your throat. “Can I get you anything else?”

He ordered another beer for himself and a tequila for Charlene, even though you knew she was much more of a wine drinker.

“Just put it on Charlene’s tab,” he said with a wink, alluding to the fact that she was practically your boss now. “But this is for you,” and before you could reach for the 20 dollar bill he had in his hand, he was stuffing it into the waistband of your shorts, fingers grazing your bare skin, watching the discomfort wash over your face as he did so.

You turned on your heel without another word, bee-lining back to the bar, when Eddie stepped through the main door so abruptly, you almost crashed into him.

Devlin and Van moved around the two of you while Eddie put one hand on your lower back and the other cupped the back of your neck. “You okay, baby?” He mumbled, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

You nodded, but then Eddie looked over in the direction you had just come and saw Billy there, flicking the flame on his lighter and watching the interaction between the two of you. You knew what Eddie was looking at by the way his body tensed. “Did Billy say something to you?”

“I had to wait on his table while Erika was on her break,” you were pulling your boyfriend away as you were talking, practically dragging him back to his seat at the bar. “Nothing happened, I’m fine. I just missed you.”

On stage, Nancy lit into a mean guitar solo.

“You sure?” Eddie’s stare was hard.

“Hey,” you grabbed Eddie’s face, making him look at you. “Baby, can’t you see? He wants to start trouble. Just ignore him. Please, for me.”

“Did he touch you?” His jaw muscles bulged and a dark fell over his brown eyes, making them almost black.

“No baby,” you hummed the lie. Eddie had quite a bit of common sense, more so than Steve when it came to affairs of the heart, but you knew that someone would get hurt if you told him about the way Billy had slid that money into your shorts. You had no doubt that Eddie could handle himself, but you didn’t want there to be any more fighting; everyone had already been through enough. Plus, Billy was not the first guy at the Hammer to overstep, and he wouldn’t be the last. Sadly, that was the nature of the work, you’d come to realize.

Eddie took a breath and lowered his forehead to yours, slotting his fingers around your ears so that his thumbs grazed your cheeks. “I’ll be good, sweetheart,” he promised.

Everyone clapped at the end of the song and then you heard Eddie’s name being said over the speakers.

“We’re lucky enough to have the frontman for Corroded Coffin here with us tonight,” Nancy started. “And he said he might get up here for a song or two. What do you say, Munson?”

The crowd went wild at that suggestion, and some even chanted his last name, punching fists into the air. Nancy motioned him on stage with a few scoops of her fingers.

“I guess I’m doing this,” he said, parting your lips with his tongue for a brief but firm kiss before he made his way to the stage. The James Hetfield guy was already taking off his guitar to hand it to Eddie before he could protest, and they clapped hands together in greeting. Your “old man” was adjusting the strap over his shoulder when he looked out over the sea of heads and caught your eye.

“I love you,” Eddie mouthed, taking the pic off of the chain that he had dangling around his neck.

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Five minutes earlier, Steve had Charlene bent over the sink in the bathroom, jeans low on his hips, yanking her head back by the throat as he jackhammered himself inside of her.

“Tighter,” she whined, and his fingers closed in on her windpipe. He’d pushed her thong to the side and was spitting every so often so that he could watch it slide down her slit and mix with the frothing wet mess of her arousal where his cock sank into her. He didn’t need the saliva to lube his brutal pace, but he liked the idea of spitting on her, it helped him work through his hatred.

“God Steve, you’re so fucking good, fuckkk,” she dragged the last word out as hips clapped onto her with rapid, forceful grunts, making her whole body jerk each time he made contact.

He slowed the pace for a few thrusts so that he could spit again, and then he used his thumb to rub the saliva around the pink hole that tightened at his touch. He’d never been with a woman who had every inch of hair removed like her, she looked like some kind of porn star. He wanted to be in her ass one last time, but it felt too tight and warm where he was. He was close.

He let go of her throat and clutched her hips on either side in a way that would bruise, angling to finish himself off.

“You’re such a fucking whore for my cock,” he bit out. He wished she didn’t feel so fucking good. He wished that his disgust for her didn’t also turn him on in a way that made him uncomfortable.

Charlene’s eyes rolled back in her head, orgasm mounting rapidly as he buried himself base deep to a point where the line between pleasure and pain was blurred. She knew this was a farewell reminder, and it made her cry out his name.

“Fuck Steve, I’m cumming,” a few more pumps and she was exploding around his length, legs shaking at the way the wave crashed over her, making her see white.

“Get on your knees,” Steve told her, his hips stuttering. When she was down in front of him, he jerked himself the rest of the way off onto her outstretched tongue, ropes of cum painting her chin and dripping down to her cleavage. He made her lick the rest of him clean, and then she sucked her fingers.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah, hold your fucking horses,” Steve shouted, pulling his jeans up. He helped Charlene get her bodysuit back on and zipped up. He almost kissed her, but then he remembered who she was.

He checked himself in the mirror and slicked his hair back before letting her know she should wait a minute until after he was gone before she followed him out. She was cleaning the mascara that had leaked down her cheeks, and was about to apply more lipstick, when she caught his eyes on her in the reflection.

“What if I told you I had a gift for you?” Her expression was coy.

Steve sighed. “I don’t want anything from you, Char. This was it, I’m done, I mean it.”

She rolled the red lipstick out of its gold tube. “What if it was something that would change your life?”

He thought about that, wetting his lips. “Listen, we’re never gonna fuck again. I don’t care if you buy me a Ferrari.”

“Well, it’s better than a car,” she huffed a small laugh. “Let’s just call it a…parting gift. A way for me to say sorry for everything I put you and Eddie through.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and put his back against the door. “Yeah, well, if this is about to be some grande gesture from you, I’d like to know what the catch is.”

She turned to him, fixing the ends of her hair around her face. “No catch, not this time,” she took a step forward, holding her black clutch in one hand. “Listen, I know it sounds childish and stupid, but I think I…I think I fell in love with you.” She furrowed her brow as if the sentiment didn’t make sense to her, as if she’d never grasped the weight of the words before.

Steve couldn’t help himself, he rolled his eyes and barked a laugh, thoroughly amused.

“I can’t change the past,” she tried to push her chest out, to get her statuesque posture back. “But I can try to make it up to you. To both of you.”

“Yeah?” Steve gave her a bored shrug. “Personally, I think you’re way past the point of redemption.”

“Maybe,” she pressed her lips together and took hold of the door handle. “I guess we’ll see.”

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All of your attention was eyes front on Eddie as he leaned over to discuss something with Nancy, lengthening the strap on his guitar as he spoke. You barely noticed someone trying to make their way through the crowd until Steve bumped into your shoulder, making you sway on your feet.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he caught you and helped you find your balance. “I didn’t see you there.”

Steve looked…disheveled, and his face was flushed, as if he’d just run around the block. There were lines in his hair from raking his fingers through it so many times.

“You good?” You called after him, but all he offered was a “thumbs up” over his shoulder.

It was barely a minute before you caught sight of Charlene coming out of the hallway, following in his wake. She had a pink flush to the pale skin of her throat, almost a perfect handprint impression, and your brain was busy putting the pieces together when Nancy got back on the mic.

“This one is called Wild Child,” Nancy started on the guitar and people in the crowd got crazy again. The Hell’s Belle next to you whistled so loud, it almost blew your eardrum out. You weren’t too familiar with the band W.A.S.P. before Eddie, but you knew the song, and waited eagerly to hear his voice as he leaned in, moving his fingers along the strings.

“I ride, I ride the winds that bring the rain

A creature of love, and I can't be tamed

I want you, 'cause I'm gonna take your love from him

And I'll touch your face and hot burning skin

No, he'll never ever touch you like I do…”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he sang the first bit, hair hanging down his shoulders, muscles flexing under the ink that covered his forearms and hands. When his eyes opened, he found you in the crowd, and your heart swelled at the way he cracked a smile around the words at the sight of you.

“So look in my eyes and burn alive, the truth

I'm a wild child, come and love me

I want you…”

God, he was magic up there. He looked like a natural, holding that guitar in his hands, the way his fingers flew deftly to each note.

And he was all yours.

The chorus came and you sang the words, smiling so hard already, your cheeks hurt. You’d never known your eyes to “sparkle” like a cartoon before, but you felt like that’s what they were doing.

“My heart's in exile, I need you to touch me

'Cause I want what you do

I want you”

Someone grabbed your elbow, and you spun around to see who it was.

Jackie had a full tray in her hand, trying to balance it amidst the moving bodies. “Hey, are you on the floor right now? Don’t mean to be a bitch, but I need you. A table full of jarheads just showed up.”

“Oh shit, right,” you’d honestly forgot where you were for a moment, you’d been so caught up in that Munson Magic. You took another glance at the stage, wanting to catch Eddie’s eye, but he was looking down at his hands, concentrating on where they worked the guitar.

The table in your section that Jackie mentioned had seven guys in their mid-twenties sporting that type of “high and tight” haircut that you saw almost exclusively with members of military or law enforcement, and you took a deep breath, because you never knew what the vibe would be for those types of men who visited the Hammer. Either they’d be extremely polite like they just came from church, or they’d be vile and disrespectful.

“What’ll it be tonight, boys?” You asked, sidling up to their table. “Buy one pitcher of draft and get the next half off.”

They all turned to appraise you, not caring that the way their lewd stares locking on your body and tits made you uncomfortable.

“See, I told you,” the dark haired one said to the one in the red and white striped polo shirt. “The bitches here are super hot.”

You gulped, doing your best to restrain from looking as disgusted as you felt while they talked about you like you weren’t even there.

“How much for you to sit in my lap?” One of them asked.

“How much for you to suck me off?” One of them whispered, and the whole table guffawed into the type of laughter that was not warranted for something that was so not funny.

You checked over your shoulder for Steve, and he appeared to be escorting someone out who’d just been cut off. There was a bench outside, and he always had them wait there while he called a member of their family or a taxi to come pick them up. The guy was having a hard time getting his legs to work, and Steve had to practically carry him out.

You glanced up at the stage when the other song ended, and you could tell Eddie was searching for you, and so you stuck your hand up in the air to catch his attention.

“This one is for my girl,” he pushed hair out of his face and the sentiment made you freeze. A goofy grin stretched across your face and you let out an actual giggle. You were very familiar with the opening notes of Cinnamon Girl by Type O Negative.

“So, a pitcher of beer, then?” You asked, distracted, but in a much better mood than you were a few seconds ago. The guys at the table were too busy being crass to decide what they wanted to drink, so you chose for them. They agreed on the pitcher, and ordered a round of shots.

You kept your attention on Eddie as you made your way across the space, and your heart was in your throat at how proud you were to be his. His voice was deep and powerful, and it seemed like no one could pull their eyes away. The air was a bit humid inside, and you could see a sheen of sweat on his skin already glistening, bangs sticking to his forehead. He’d taken off his Coffin Kings cut and shirt, so he was up there in a ribbed, white tank of the Hanes variety, exposing the wash of dark tattoos over his shoulders and arm muscles that bulged from hours upon hours of manual labor.

“I want to live with a cinnamon girl

I could be happy the rest of my life with her

A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night

You see us together, chase the moonlight…”

At the bar, you considered letting Van and Devlin know that there were some guys there who might start trouble now that Steve was distracted, but then you remembered that you were the bad bitch who stabbed Craig in the balls and brought him to his knees—-you could handle a few young douchebags.

You gave Shana the drink order while Eddie’s deep voice bellowed, “my cinnamon girl, my cinnamon girl…” to the collective swooning of the crowd.

You waited on two other couples, lingering in the middle of the room so that you could see Eddie more clearly, dragging your feet before you had to return to the guys with the matching haircuts.

You took a cleansing breath and squared your shoulders before heading back. You tried not to be bothered by the way the dudes checked you out as you put the drinks down. When you were finished, the guy closest to you, with close-set eyes and a thick neck, ran his hand up the back of your leg.

“Hey,” your stare hardened on him and you stepped away, eyebrows pinching together. “No touching.”

The guys all snickered at that, as if it was so funny that they all knew they weren’t supposed to touch the staff, but they still got away with it.

“No he’s sorry, really,” said the tall, skinny one who hadn’t spoken up yet. His face was unreadable, you couldn’t tell if he was being a shitheel or not. The table fell silent for a beat. “But we would really like to know how much it would cost for handjobs, all around. Is there a group price for you girls?”

More idiotic cackling.

You turned to leave them, to go find Steve, to let him know you needed his assistance, but the one with the blonde hair and Limp Bizkit shirt caught you by the arm, digging his fingers in, and yanked you back so that his other hand could roam the curve of your ass. “Just a little feel, baby, we’ll tip good, I promise.”

You pushed him off and were just about to yell for Steve or Thumper when you saw the guy across the round table get his face smashed into the wood, so hard that blood splattered and you could hear the sick crack of breaking bone.

You were surprised to see Billy there, standing behind the one who was clutching his broken nose and wailing. He was smiling, cigarette bobbing between his lips. “I think you bozo’s should apologize to the lady.”

You hadn’t heard the music stop, didn’t realize that the commotion had drawn most of the attention to you.

In a flash, the guy in the Limp Bizkit shirt was ripped from his seat, and there was Eddie, picking him up by the throat to punch him across the face, sending him flying.

The impact made saliva and possibly a tooth go spitting from his mouth and you screamed at the shock of it.

“Eddie look out!” You shouted. The tall one was about to take a cheap shot at Eddie’s ribs while he sank another punch into the guy’s jaw, but you came down with your serving tray as hard as you could and nailed him.

“Holy shit,” Steve cursed when he stuck his head inside to see what the commotion was. Thumper was nowhere to be found, and Steve figured he was taking a piss. Starting brawls inside the Hammer was not protocol. Bouncers were always encouraged to take everything outside, but now it was too late.

“Get her out of here!” you heard Steve’s voice, he was talking to Devlin, and then you were being pulled back by cautious hands, away from the chaos.

One of the jarheads was just about to break a beer glass over Eddie’s head, but Billy showed up out of nowhere and kicked him in the back, sending the asshole flying right into Steve’s awaiting fist. The guy’s body crashed into a table, shattering glasses, and making the other patrons scatter.

“You better leave this one for me, Harrington,” Billy smiled and wiggled his tongue. “Wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face of yours.”

Billy was helping them, and that was a twist you hadn’t expected. Perhaps it wasn’t so much for them as for himself, since you could tell Billy had been looking for a fight all night.

Steve got one of the other guys in a choke hold and began to drag him outside. Billy made wide eyes at one of the leftover trouble makers and charged after him, making the guy shriek like he was about to pee his pants before running from the building.

While the one Eddie had been punched was babbling at the foot of unconsciousness on the ground, he took hold of the one with the close-set eyes and the thick neck who had rubbed your leg first.

Eddie had been watching, and quick to cut off before the end of the song to jump down from the stage in a blinding rage.

Devlin held you loosely by the arms, but you shook him off, and stood next to Shana and Erika, continuing to keep your distance for the sake of Eddie and Steve’s peace of mind, and wincing each time one of the other dudes took a hard hit from one of the Coffin Kings.

Eddie took the guy by the shirt and sent a punch into his stomach. Mister Thick Neck doubled over but then Eddie took him by the throat and slammed him into the nearest wall. Eddie had his fist winding back for a punch when Steve shouted his name to get his attention.

The rest of the dickheads had been escorted outside by a few Hell’s Belle’s, while the rest of the crowd kept their distance. You saw Charlene in the far corner, touching up her lipstick in a compact mirror, seemingly unphased by it all.

“Not in here,” Steve pleaded with Eddie, breathlessly. “Like you said.”

Eddie’s eyes were black and cold like that of a shark. His mouth trembled with the urge to actually bite into the guy’s face, to mutilate him with his bare teeth and make him beg for mercy.

Eddie banged the guy's body into the brick wall again, locking him there with his forearm. “Apologize to my girl,” he growled.

The buzz cut guy coughed and struggled, having a hard time breathing. “I don’t know who your girl is, man,” he was only able to squeak out a mild protest under the pressure of Eddie’s grip.

“Your waitress,” Eddie hissed through gritted teeth.

The guy against the wall tried to turn his head to look for you, but Eddie squeezed his face. “You don’t get to look at her,” Eddie fumed. “Just say you’re sorry.”

Multiple desperate “sorry’s” followed, and then Eddie told Steve to get the guy’s wallet to take all of the cash out. A quick count said there was about a hundred bucks.

“That’ll be her tip,” Eddie announced, dragging him by the shirt collar to take him outside with the rest.

They were all told to empty their wallets of their cash, and Steve made a scene of noting the addresses on their driver’s licenses.

“I have a memory like a steel trap,” Steve lied, pointing to his temple, grabbing the guy in the red and white polo by the side of his neck, getting up in his face. “If you so much as walk by this place ever again, or tell the cops about this, you’ll see me in your nightmares. Now, get the fuck out of here before I call your mommies.”

You sank in next to Eddie’s side just outside the main entrance, and he put his arm around you. “Will things ever calm down around here?” You asked with a heavy sigh, watching the broken group scurry and limp away down the street.

Eddie gave a low laugh and hugged you a bit tighter. “God, I hope so, baby.”

Divine Filth started another song, to try and get things back to normal, and most of the crowd returned to their drinks as if there had not been actual bloodshed just five minutes ago.

No one but Shana heard the phone next to the cash register ring over the sound of the music, but after a few seconds, she shrugged by you and Eddie to stick her head out and scan the sidewalk.

"Steve?" She craned her neck to look for him.

"Yeah, that's me," he came from around the back side of the door, flicking his cigarette, knuckles split and bloody again.

"Some guy named Dustin called," she said, merely passing on a message. "He said Suzie just went into labor."

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