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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Dont Forget Those Diamonds Tonight

Summary- 2.2k Jimmy Dobyne x Fisher WIllows (The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond). Marriage isn't always bliss, even if it's somewhat convient. Jimmy gets tired of his wife's spoiled behaviour and decided it's time to change her tune. Warnings- Smut, Non Con, Dub Con.

Written for @jtargaryen18 30 Days of Chris.

Life has a funny way of flipping everything Jimmy ever expected on its heels, and stomping away. Much like his wife Fisher was doing now, heading into the party, her silver clutch gripped with a venomous anger in her hands, swinging back and forth. Sitting in the car a moment, Jimmy's nostrils flaring to get his temper under control, his eyes slide closed, repeating his age-old mantra.

I stay for Mama, I stay for Mama.

Being Fisher father's foreman, taking over his own father's job, and marrying the stuck up heiress of a daughter paid off. Barely. It was enough to keep Fisher socially happy and his mama safety in the local mental institute. The only place she could be managed. Since his father died to alcoholism, Mamas care depended on him. Although Jimmy hated it. All of it. This was purely a marriage of convenience. There was no real affection between him and Fisher. The heiress saw him as a side piece, someone to show off to her friends. Look at Fisher, she married that Jimmy boy. She's a rebel.

He was just socially high ranking enough to be considered suitable, even though at the time his father and him were dirt fucking poor living in a shack.

Thank you grandfather Governor Dobyne for something I guess.

That certainly wasn't his life now. Fisher's father built them an over sized mansion next to his for his Daughter's new life, and it came with a house full of servants to. Jimmy hated it. Hated all of it. The waste that came with this lifestyle.

With a sigh, Jimmy opened the door and straightened his tie as he walked up to the southern mansion, as soon as he entered, he put on the show he practiced over and over for Fisher's happiness. Ever the gentleman, escorting his wife around to mingle than to the dance floor for a waltz, to everyone else, they were picture-perfect couple.

No one ever knows what really goes on behind closed doors.

At first their marriage wasn't bad. It was a silent agreement they shared that night on the riverbank after that Halloween Party. Maybe it was regretting his secret romp in the back of the car with Vinnie, leaving Fisher in a state of hurt at the party they were currently at. But when Fisher curled into his side, he didn't push her away at that time. Soft whispered promises of a good life was that hook, line, and sinker. Her Daddy could give him a good job, earn enough to keep the Heiress happy.

They could grow to love each other. Marriage was about convenience. He had heard his Daddy say that over and over. “Boy, marry into money. Love is some made-up word.” While sloshed on the porch, Jimmy hauling him inside so no one saw the state his father was in.

So he did. In the beginning, when they were learning about each other, it was fun. He had the energy and enthusiasm to keep up with Fisher's whims. Work all day, escort her to some fine function that Southern Tennessee was famous for, then make love to her the rest of the night till they would pass out in a sweaty heap, sticky from the muggy night that billowed through open windows. Nothing but the buzz of mosquitos and peepers filling the early morning hours when they finally passed out.

It didn't last long though, Jimmy tried to be a dutiful husband. Coming home from work, finding Fisher fanning herself while speaking to her lady friends. He would lean to give her a peck on the cheek, and she would recoil. “I swear Jimmy, your a state. Filthy! The dust coming off you is making me wheeze. Go clean up.”

Later that night, it would be. “Jimmy you fool, the turn to the McCready Manor was right there, I swear your brain is full of cotton.”

Out on the dance floor, another bratty roll of her eyes and chiding remarks. “I KNOW Daddy paid you for that latest tux, why are you not wearing it? Everyone can see this was from last spring.”

Constant, constant complaining.

Even there sex was her pushing him off with disgust, fanning herself. “You're always so sweaty and rough. Don't you know how to treat a woman properly? Didn't Vinnie...” a sneer of the woman's name left him wishing he had married her instead. “... teach you anything worthwhile?” With a humph, Fisher would get up with a tug of her robe and go to her vanity to clean herself up, scrubbing at her porcelain skin like his touch had tainted her skin. Jimmy would just sling his arm over his eyes, repeating those words.

Doing it for Mama, Doing it for Mama.

Then that morning at breakfast, being served at there oversized table, he came down the stairs, slipping his suspenders over his shoulder and Fisher looked up, an obvious up and down look at his boots, brown slacks to White button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the suspenders holding it all together.

“Why do you dress like that Jimmy? Look like some low-class farmhand. You could at least dress like a foreman.” A disdained sniff showed her aggravation as she turned to scoop sugar into her coffee, even the way she did that had a way of pissing off Jimmy.

It was going to be one of those days.

Going to the wet bar, who the fuck cared it was 7 in the morning, he poured himself two shots of whiskey into one of the crystal glasses Fisher insisted on having. Bringing back to the head of the table where he sat.

“This is what a foreman wears Dear,” Jimmy said in a semi mocking tone, making Fisher hesitate sipping on her coffee.

“Well, it's low. You're the son in law of the owner, you should look the part. Even Daddy said you work too hard for being the boss.” She wiped her spoon clean and Jimmy sat, grabbing the paper that was sitting next to his own coffee.

“And just dirty up them fancy clothes? It seems pointless to me Fisher.” Jimmy ignored the coffee, going straight for the whiskey, taking a sip to ease some of that irritation his Loving Wife caused.

She of course scoffed at him. “Well, I didn't sign up to be no wife of some worker. I'm the Heiress Fisher Willow, I have a reputation to protect Jimmy. And since when did you start drinking like your father? You know you Dobynes can't handle your liquor.” She sneered at him across the table, both his grandfather and his father were terrible alcoholics, and Jimmy well she was driving him to want to be one. That was it, the man had enough and with a snap of the paper to the table, he shot the last of the whiskey. Slamming his hands against the table to pick himself up, he snarled back as he started to make his way to his little unknowing wife.

She had poked him for the last time with that scorching tongue.

“Heiress Fisher Willow became Mrs.Jimmy Dobyne a while ago, Sweetheart.” He reached her and grabbed her arm, hauling her up as she screamed, the nearby maids coming into the room to see what was wrong.

Holding her upper arm with enough force to start bruising her perfectly flawless skin, she tried to smack at him, Jimmy gave her a shake and yelled at the maids. “Get Out, this is between the two of us.”

“No! Stay, Jimmy let me go right now before I tell Daddy how you're treating me!”

The maids knew better than to disobey their orders, they left Fisher to meet her fate with Jimmy.

“Your Daddy, Oh Wife, my dearest stupid wife. Your father couldn't wait to marry you off to me. Know what he said? “Maybe Dobyne you can make her mind some manners.” Jimmy snarled in Fishers face, she lifted her hand and smacked him across the face.

“Daddy would never say that Jimmy Dobyne, and you best watch your tongue with me!” although she knew it was true, everyone in her family was tried to pass her off to someone else. Jimmy saw red and twisted Fisher around, planting her chest against the table, causing dishes to scatter, the creamer to spill, and soak into the cloth covering the expansive table. His hand ripped up the dress she was wearing till a silk-clad bottom was shown, his fingers ripped at the fine shreddable fabric and a hard swat against her heart-shaped ass left her squealing, trying to push herself up. “HOW DARE YOU” another stinging slap.

“How dare I? I'm your husband, and I've let you get away with this shit long enough.” Another stinging hit. Another squeal of anger coming from Fisher, her ass turning a nice red. Jimmy didn't care, not anymore. One hand still leaving her pinned down against the table, he rolled his suspenders down, and jerked his pants to fall open. “Your my fucking wife, that means you are to respect me. Haven't been doing much of that have you Mrs.Dobyne?”

Fisher shifted a bit with a whine, and Jimmy knew what he would find. Maybe fucking her into oblivion would make her come around to some decency. His fingers plunged between her thighs, teasing her clit while she squirmed against the table cloth, her angered cries quickly changing a tune. He had learned a while ago what she really liked, and a slight pinch made her buck under his hand. “Jimmy...” She whined and he put more pressure against the back of her neck, hissing in her ear.

“What am I Fisher, fucking say it. And mean it when you tell me.” A smack against her nerves had her bucking again, wet slick making her thighs sticky.

“You're my husband, whom I love and respect. Fuck, please Jimmy.” she wailed, her hands fisting into the overpriced table cloth she had sent to her from England.

“Shame I don't believe you, but you do look so pretty begging.” Jimmy pulled his hand from between her thighs and knocked his boot between her ankles to have Fisher spread them while pulling himself free from his trousers. “But don't worry Wife, I plan on breaking you till you say that with absolute conviction.” His cock pressed against her entrance and slid just as if he belonged in her. Fisher wailed again as her cunts walls fluttered around his cock, and there was no waiting for him. It was about finding his own satisfaction. Dragging himself in and out of her, Fisher crying out with “ah ah ah's"

As he sped up, leaving her flailing, trying to find something to grasp, just yanking the table cloth and shaking the table with each snap of his hips slamming into her. The fine China dishes rattled to the edge and tipped over to smash on the floor, scattering shards of porcelain and food all over the place. “Jimmy! Jimmy, I can't anymore!”

“Oh, but you can and you will.” His hand wrapped around her mouth, stuffing her mouth with his slick dirtied fingers, pressing her tongue down. “And I don't want no fucking attitude about it.” And he used her, till he felt her clutch around him and dig those perfect nails to scratch down the wood surface leaving marks, her cunt milking him to fill her, give him what he's been giving her, and when her last orgasm subsided, her whimpers and cries dying down, he let himself go, finally slumping over her back and loosening his tight hold on her.

“I can't breathe Jimmy.” She struggled underneath him, and he pressed a palm against the ruined table and pulled away from her, jerking her dress back down. She pushed herself up as well as he was tucking himself away and fixing his clothes. Her cheeks were flushed and her lipstick smeared out of place. As he was snapping the last suspenders back in place, he grabbed a hold of her chin. Fishers eyes flashed in defiance, and Jimmy snapped at her before she could open her mouth.

“Enough Wife. You listen carefully at what I got to say, Fisher. Tonight, we're staying in. No parties, no social calls, Dinner will be prepared, you will dress in your finest. And when I get home, were having our own private party. Is that understood?”

He waited expecting her to huff at his words, tell him how stupid was it to have a private party for two. But she didn't, instead she looked thoughtful and nodded. “Yes, Jimmy.”

This time he leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips. “Good Mrs.Dobyne, oh and be sure to swing up to the main house today when you visit your daddy. Ask your Aunt to borrow the Teardrop Diamonds for tonight. I plan of fucking you while you're wearing those.”

Fisher's mouth dropped at Jimmy's words, shocked he would use such crass language with her, and his fingers pressed against the bottom of her chin to shut her mouth.

“Don't forget sweetheart, I play the upper-class husband, but you married a low-class man.”

Leaving her still in shock, Jimmy left whistling, grabbing his jacket off the rack. Fisher had never been left so speechless before in her life.

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sisterpiranha · 4 years

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The Art of Snake Charming, chapters 1 & 2

(As I am having some issues with AO3, I’ll also be posting the new chapters of my fic here, just in case)

SUMARY: Johnny is a stripper. Daniel has a bachelor party. Louie is an idiot. Things move on from there.

CHAPTER 1

Cold water splashed against Daniel’s face. The headache he had been feeling for the past few days was still hammering dully at the sides of his head. From the bathroom he could hear Louie and his friends drinking and laughing. But he couldn’t match them, couldn’t truly join in. The same feeling nagged at the pit of his stomach.

This was his bachelor party. He should be feeling happy, he should be celebrating. Nevertheless, here he was, locked in the bathroom. Worry and doubt eating him inside. He didn’t understand, he loved Amanda. He had loved her from the moment he’d met her. She was beautiful, intelligent, witty, everything you could ever wish in a woman. She was his best friend, they were going to build something amazing, spend the rest of their lives together. So why did he feel this way?

A loud knock startled him out of his thoughts.

“Daniel, come on! We have a surprise for you!”

Louie.

Daniel sighed. He could imagine what the surprise was and, for a moment, he was grateful Miyagi hadn’t been able to attend. He doubted he would have been able to survive the embarrassment in front of his mentor.

“I’m coming!” he shouted and winced as his head started to throb harder. Louie made a comment that made everybody laugh and, then, Daniel heard him walk away.

In one week, he’d be married and going on his honeymoon. The knot is his stomach tighten. Sighing, he rummaged through the medicine cabinet. Knowing Louie’s drinking habits, he knew there had to be some aspirins in there. When he found them, he swallowed two of them dry, looked himself in the mirror and plastered in his face the kind of smile he usually reserved for clients at the dealership.

Drunk shouts and laughs erupted when he finally exited the bathroom. Louie grabbed him and pushed him on a chair he had prepared in the middle of the room.

“Come on, man! Your surprise will be here any minute!”

Daniel heard himself laugh as he let his cousin position him facing the door.

“Louie, it’s not like it’s exactly a surprise. And really, it’s not…”

“Stop right there, cousin. We are doing this. This is your last night of freedom!”

“You know the wedding is next week,” he corrected.

“You know what I mean. And let’s face it, once the shackles are on, god knows when you’ll get the chance to look at another naked woman. And you should see what I got for you, a true blond bombshell.” The others cheered and laughed.

Daniel just shook his head. He knew there was no way he was getting out of it. He might as well accept defeat and try to go through with it with as much grace as he could muster.

The doorbell rang.

“The entertainment is here!” Louie shouted excitedly walking to the door. The others cheered and Daniel groaned internally.

“You ready man?” his cousin asked, hand on the doorknob.

“Let’s get this over with,” Daniel sat up straighter, ready for what was to come.

Louie opened the door and a deafening silence took over the small apartment. Everyone looked at the newcomer with confusion, but Daniel’s utter shock was painted in his face. His heart started beating fast and his hands started to sweat. Those golden locks, those deep blue eyes, he would recognise them anywhere. Sure, the man was older, his hair was now longer and his shoulders were broader, but it was unmistakingly him.

The blonde looked straight at Daniel, recognition deeply set in his frowning eyes.

“Larusso,” a deep, rough voice said with venom. A voice full of anger that had no right to make Daniel feel as giddy as he felt.

He couldn’t believe it. His highschool bully, his karate rival, was standing there, in the flesh. He was wearing tight ripped jeans and a white t-shirt that did nothing to hide the muscles beneath. He was even wearing his black headband. Daniel’s mouth went inexplicably dry.

“Johnny,” he said under his breath.

And then, all hell broke loose.

CHAPTER 2

“What the fuck is going on here?”, Louie exclaimed looking at Johnny incredulously. “Who are you? Where the hell is the stripper?”

“What do you mean where the hell is the stripper? I’m here!”

Shock ran through Daniel’s body like electricity. Johnny a stripper? How could that be? Last he remembered, Johnny was rich, living in a mansion. What happened to him?

“What? No, that’s impossible. I hired a woman! I talked to the club! They said they were going to send a gorgeous blond called The Cobra”

Johnny raised an eyebrow while the other men in the room started to snigger. Daniel could see Louie getting angry and he knew that never led anywhere good.

“See, pal, we are not fags or anything like that. Whatever you are offering, we are not interested. So, sorry. You’ll have to go.”

Johnny’s eyes hardened and took a step towards Louie.

“You made me come all this way. If you made a mistake, that’s not my fault. I’m not leaving without my money,” the blonde sounded low and menacing.

“Your money? You didn’t do anything!”

“You book me, you pay me!”

In a second, Daniel stood up, trying to get between Johnny and his cousin.

“Look, it was obviously a mistake, I think we can…”

“Stay out of it, Larusso!” Johnny shouted, then turned to Louie. “Fine, you don’t want to pay me? Let’s see what my boss at the club thinks about that. But let me tell you, he’s nowhere near as nice as I am.”

“Louie, maybe you should…” Daniel pleaded, but his cousin ignored him.

“Please, do you think you are going to scare me with your pimp?”

That seemed to have touched a nerve. Johnny jumped towards Louie.

“I’m not a fucking prostitute!” he shouted, but before Johnny could touch him, Daniel reflexes went into motion and managed to stop him. He grabbed his arms and, for a moment, their eyes met. He could feel the hard muscles under his hands and a strange electricity buzzing between his fingers and his rival’s skin. He shivered.

The moment lasted an eternity, or so Daniel felt. An abyss had separated from so long and he was so close. He was touching him, touching Johnny. He was here. He couldn’t believe it. His beautiful eyes bored into him with an unreadable expression.

And, suddenly, the moment was over.

“Whatever. I’m out of here,” he said pushing Daniel away. The blonde threw one last hard look at him and Louie and then he turned around and disappeared down the dark hallway. Daniel just stood there frozen, staring at the open door.

“What a dick!” Louie exclaimed. “This is all Vinny’s fault. I bet he gave me the phone number of the wrong club on purpose! I’m going to fucking kill him!”

But all Daniel could hear was his heart pumping. Even his headache was forgotten. Johnny. Johnny Lawrence had been there. Johnny Lawrence was a stripper. He couldn’t comprehend it.

He wished he could say he hadn’t thought of him in years. That he was the distant memory of a remote past. But he had to admit that it wasn't the case, even if he was too ashamed to admit anything else, even to himself.

A hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality. Louie was asking him a question. Daniel blinked and tried to focus on his cousin.

“Where do you know that asshole from anyway?”

“Highschool,” Daniel said simply.

Memories of Johnny flooded his mind. Their fights, the tournament. He knew he should be glad it was over, that he should forget the encounter altogether, try to placate Louie and move on with his life. However, his body seemed to have made a different decision, even before his mind could comprehend it. In a split second, he was out the door, following the blond man.

When he reached the street, he saw Johnny already disappearing down the corner.

“Johnny! Wait!” Daniel shouted as he ran after him.

“Go away, Larusso!” Johnny answered without stopping.

“Please, I just want to talk to you,” he said pleadingly.

“Why? So you can’t pity me?” Johnny turned around and faced Daniel, who was just catching up to him, puffing. “So you can make fun of me?"

"God, Johnny, no. I just wanted to apologise. Louie, my cousin, he was a dick, he had no right treating you like that. I’m sorry.”

Johnny sighed.

“Fine, apology accepted. Can I go now?”

“I thought maybe we could talk, catch up?”

“Catch up? Are you fucking serious?” Johnny asked, incredulous.

“Or something, you know.”

“Larusso, we’re not friends, we were never friends. There’s nothing to talk about. Now I’ll go and try to put an end to this shitty day. And you get to go home happy, knowing that your highschool rival makes a living giving lap dances to perverts. Consider it a wedding present.”

“How could you think that would make me… Wait, how do you know about the wedding?”

In a second, Johnny’s face was transformed from anger to amusement. He chuckled.

“God, Larusso, you are such an idiot, you’re lucky you're pretty.”

“What?”

Oh right, the bachelor party. He was an idiot. What was it about Johnny that always made his brain short circuit? But that was not all he’d said.

“So you think I’m pretty?” he asked with a smirk.

“Pretty annoying,” Johnny answered, giving him a playful push.

“Nice to see you’re still a dick,” but there was no malice in the words. He was enjoying this playfulness between them more than he’d like to admit.

Johnny just smiled. He looked younger when he did, like the young man he had been all those years ago. They stood close to each other under the streetlight. Their own bubble of light surrounded by darkness. Even the noise from the city seemed to have dimmed. Johnny’s blond hair shone brightly creating a halo around his face. The whole scene was surreal.

“I have to go…” Johnny said softly, taking a step back. And just like that, the spell was broken.

“No, please, wait. Let me… Let me at least give you the money…” Daniel cringed at the desperation he could hear in his voice.

His hand went to his pocket only to realise that he left his wallet in Louie’s apartment. And even if he had brought it, he probably didn’t have enough to give Johnny.

“Wait here a minute, I could go get my card and we can go to an ATM to get your money.”

Johnny just shook his head, took something out of his pocket and pressed it against Daniel’s palm.

“This is the club where I work. You can send the money there if you want. Or…” he said, taking a step closer. He was now so close that Daniel could almost feel the heat from his body, and his puffing breaths tingling against his skin, “you could bring it yourself.”

And with a last smile, he walked away leaving Daniel frozen in the street, clutching the card.

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awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands · 5 years

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I can’t change the past, but I can be next to you

TW: panick attack, mention of death and car crash, blood

a/n:Thank so much to the wonderful @malibubarbievince who correct all of my grammar mistakes ( ‘cause ya girl is italian)

Everything was pitched black.

Vince had no idea where he was until some dim lights started to illuminate his surroundings: he was in a car. Why in the hell was he in a car? Last time he checked he was passed out on the couch after one too many drinks.

“It’s Christmas. Look all the lights, man,” a voice said, and Vince completely froze. He knew that voice too well, it was Razzle’s. But it couldn’t be—that already happened; it was years ago. He already paid for his sins, didn’t he? Maybe this was his punishment: seeing that scene over and over again. Knowing that it didn’t matter how many years had passed, he was still a murderer, his best friend was still dead, and it was all because of him. He closed his eyes, but the images were printed in his memory and they had no intention of going away anytime soon.

When he opened his eyes again, something changed. He was still in his car but Razzle was gone and in the rearview mirror he could see two other people, also very familiar: Tommy and Mick. The older man had his head in his hands, possibly due to the pain, while the younger one had a big cut on his forehead, blood pouring way too fast from it.

“Why did you do it, Vince?” Tommy said, trembling. “Why did you kill him too?”

At first, Vince thought that statement was about him killing Razzle but when he moved his gaze to the passenger’s seat, he could feel the air being completely taken out of his lungs: laying there completely still was Nikki. His Nikki, with his eyes wide open, his head on Vince’s lap and his face covered in blood.

His mind was convincing him that his nightmare was real and that it was happening right now, so he started screaming even though he couldn’t breathe anymore; because it didn’t matter that his lungs were on fire, or that his heart was breaking his rib cage, or that he could have passed out any second now. Because in that moment the only thing that mattered were his two best friends, injured in the back seats and his Nikki, possibly dead in his arms.

“HELP!” he screamed at the lights, hoping that anybody could come there to rescue his bandmates.

“SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!” he said, and every scream was a sharp pain in his lungs.

Then reality hit hard. Nobody was hearing him; he was all alone. His friends would die, that wonderful soul named Nikki who had survived two times would be dead because of him and he would still be alive, remembering all his sins and the lives he took.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do it. I don’t deserve to live, take me please, leave them live. It’s MY fault, not theirs. I’m the one who’s supposed to die,” Vince mumbled, rocking back and forth while covering his ears.

“Vince,” a voice called, and he figured it must be a either a paramedic or a cop.

“Vince,” the voice said again, and it felt like someone was dragging him out of the car.

“VINCE!” the unknown voice screamed one last time.

Vince suddenly woke up, his heart almost wrecking his chest. It was like a big wave crashed over him, carrying all the pain that existed in the world: he couldn’t move, or breathe, all he could do was stay still and feel all of it.

Right in front of him were his three friends: Tommy with a scared and sad face, Mick who was trying to keep a neutral face but was pretty concerned, and Nikki who seemed worried.

“Dude, are you okay? We heard you screaming, and you weren’t waking up no matter how hard we would call or shake you,” Tommy explained.

Vince cursed himself and the thin walls of their house. He tried to find the right words to say to not worry them. But everything was too much and the nightmare’s images were still printed in his mind, threatening to come out any time now. He felt like the world was crushing down on him right in that moment.

He opened his mouth, but then he started crying. Hot tears streamed down his face while his breathing got heavier and heavier. The more he tried to catch his breath the more his heart would pound and the more he felt like he could go mad. Somebody make it stop, please, he thought.

“Man, hey. Hey, breathe please,” this time it was Nikki, and Vince tried to listen to him but his mind completely forgot how to do that action. When Nikki saw Vince struggling, he put the blonde’s head on his heart. Listening to the black-haired man’s heartbeat made Vince calm down a bit as he tried to focus on keeping his breathing to a human level. Easier said than done. Tommy couldn’t stand it anymore and went to Vince’s side, hugging his high school best friend slightly while Mick just put a hand on the singer’s knee.

They stayed like that for a while, Vince’s sobs and the occasional comforting words by Tommy the only things that could be heard; Nikki took the blonde’s hand in his and he could see that the singer was still distressed and scared so he brought Vince even closer to him. Eventually, Vince started to breathe again.

“What happened, Vinnie?” he whispered in his ear. Hearing those words, Vince felt a wave of disgust hit him. How stupid and pathetic did he seem in that moment? How much of a bitch was he to break down in that way? He deserved nothing, nothing except all this pain and suffering. He didn’t deserve Nikki’s worry, Tommy’s hugs, and Mick’s understanding. He was a monster and soon he would have hurt them too.

Vince shook his head, pulled away from Tommy, and turned so that his back was facing his bandmates. He knew that they were as repulsed by him as he was with himself, and he expected them to just walk away and leave him alone in his misery. But neither of them moved.

“Guys… um, could you leave us alone, please?” Nikki asked and Vince was utterly confused. Mick gave Vince’s shoulder a gentle squeeze before he went to his room. Tommy stayed back for a while, as he didn’t want to leave his friends alone, but he eventually gave up, and after one last hug, followed Mick.

“What happened, Vinnie?” Nikki asked.

The singer didn’t answer. He just tensed up again and his body started to shake uncontrollably. Nikki sighed and pulled Vince even closer to himself so that his arms were around the singer’s torso and the blonde’s head was pressed against his chest. He started to rub little circles on the other man’s back to calm him down as Vince kept crying, his hair damp with sweat and his breathing hitching dangerously.

“I saw that damn night again, I saw him dying again. Everything was black and then…” Vince blurted, but he stopped because his heart was clenching at the memory of his Nikki dying.

“Then what?” Sixx asked, gently petting his hair.

“Then… Tommy and Mick appeared in the backseat and you- you w-were d-dead. Your face was covered in blood and it was all because of me. You were dead because of me, don’t you understand that I’m a fucking monster?” his words were interrupted by sobs then. He felt his heart starting to pound again while tears dotted the corners of his eyes. He brought his hands up to cover his ears as Nikki rocked him softly.

“We’re all here, Vince, and you’re not a monster. We’ve all made so many mistakes, some worse than others but we had paid for them and we’re learning,” Nikki explained sweetly. It was so weird for the bassist to be the voice of reason, the one comforting people.

“I killed my best friend, Nikki! I should’ve died that night, not Razzle! I’m still alive after everything I’ve done, after innocent people died and my daughter paid for my sins.” Vince said, exhausted, his words filled with venom.

“Vin, what happened to Skylar was horrible and unfair but you can’t blame yourself, do you understand?” Nikki said firmly, and the singer gave him a weak nod.

“Make it stop Nikki, please,” the blonde begged, crushing Nikki’s heart.

“I can’t, Vince, but I can promise that I will always be here for you, always at your side. I can promise you that you won’t hurt me."

Vince melted into Nikki’s arms, trying to listen to his heartbeat. Nikki was here, he was alive. Eventually Vince was able to calm down, and while he was almost drifting away, he heard Nikki calling him.

“Vinnie,” the bassist whispered. Vince only lifted his head slightly, too drained to do otherwise. Nikki looked him in his eyes and then kissed him softly; Vince had no idea where he found the energy to kiss him back, but he did somehow.

“Let’s go to my bedroom and see if we can sleep,” Nikki said after they separated from their kiss. He picked Vince up bridal style, the singer too tired to actually walk. The bassist placed Vince on his bed and then spooned him, his hand resting in Vince’s blonde locks.

“Thanks, Nikki. I love you. Sorry for being so pathetic,” the younger man mumbled slowly, starting to close his eyes.

“You’re never pathetic, not to me. I love you too, Vinnie,” Nikki replied, kissing Vince's forehead and hugging him tightly.

The last thing Vince remembered was Nikki’s hand in his before a peaceful sleep took over him.

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Bad Influence, Chapter Five

Authors note: Sorry this one took a while, I’ve had a hectic week with work & stuff, I’ve barely had time to breathe 🤦🏼‍♀️ I’m sorry if there are mistakes, it’s 3am & I’m too tired to proof read it 100 times like I normally do 😂 Feedback is always welcome 🖤

Warnings: Language, catfight, tiny bit of smut but not really, like there’s a hint

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The sunlight filtered in through the broken blinds & bathed my bare back in warmth as my eyes adjusted to my surroundings & my brain tried to piece together the night before. I turned my head to look around me, trying to figure out where I was & was confronted by a tangled mess of blonde hair, snoring softly.

Oh great. I’m a fucking groupie.

I groaned as the memories from last night came flooding back, accompanying the pounding sensation I had going on in my head. This hangover sucked. Guess that’d be the coke for you. Fuck.

I slipped out of Vinces bed, or rather mattress on the floor, & onto the filthy carpet, scanning the room for my clothes. I heard someone move about outside the door & quickly grabbed the closest thing to me & threw it on in a sorry attempt to cover what was left of my dignity. The tshirt, it turns out, didn’t offer much coverage at all, just about covering my ass. I pulled it down & I waddled awkwardly over to the door, dodging the scorch marks & charred cockroaches on the floor, opened it fractionally to peer out & check the coast was clear, before darting across the hall & into the bathroom. I stood with my back against the cool, wooden door, trying to collect my thoughts & even out my nervous breathing. I’m not prepared for this. We established last night that I’d never had a one night stand, I don’t know the fucking protocol for this kinda thing, let alone when the one night stand is with the notorious, womanising, front man of Mötley Crüe. Oh great, I’ve only gone & fucked up that friendship group. Just when I was starting to like them. Nice going, Beth.

I looked at my disgruntled, disheveled reflection in the mirror. My wavy blonde hair fell in a tangled mess down my back & yesterdays mascara was sitting lazily under my tired eyes. I sighed & looked around the bathroom to see if there was anything I could use to at least wash my face with. Frustratingly, hygiene didn’t seem to be a top priority when you’re a rockstar & the bathroom was significantly lacking in soap. All that sat beside the sink was a hairbrush, a can of hairspray & some black face paint. I grumbled as I grabbed the hairbrush, removed, presumably Nikkis, matted up black hair from it & tried my hardest to tame my hair before washing my face as best I could with just water. I looked back at my reflection in the cracked, hair dye stained mirror & ran my fingers nervously through my hair. I looked slightly more fresh faced than I did before, but I wasn’t planning on sticking round long enough for anyone to see me anyway. I put my hand on the bathroom doorknob, took a deep breath & prepared myself to run across to Vinces room, quietly find my clothes & leave in the shortest amount of time possible. I gritted my teeth, opened the door & ran. Straight into the bare chest of Nikki Sixx.

“Well, well, well, maybe my little angel isn’t so angelic after all”

My jaw tensed. I almost didn’t want to look up, knowing that that smirk was waiting for me. I lifted my eyes slowly to meet his & they flashed wickedly, that shit eating grin sitting largely on his face.

“I’m not your anything.” I bit back at him, placing my hand on his chest to shove past. Through my irritation & hideous awkwardness, the feel of his skin under my touch still managed to send a surge of electricity through my body, causing my cheeks to immediately flush pink. I scowled at my impulses & quickly snatched my hand back, attempting to barge past Nikki, but his tall, toned frame didn’t budge, blocking my way. I took a step back, frustration evident on my tired, bare face, rested one hand on my hip & glared at Nikki, wordlessly, with all the anger my hungover body could muster.

“I gotta say, you look damn good in my tshirt.” He spoke, looking me up & down, his dark, hungry eyes resting momentarily on the tops of my thighs where his tshirt was riding up. I fumbled awkwardly, yanking it down to cover my modesty.

“My bad, I thought it was Vinces.” I mumbled, embarrassed.

“Nah, your boyfriend doesn’t like Kiss.” He chuckled lightly. “Fancy some breakfast?”

“Um no thanks, I’m not really hungry.” I replied, smartly choosing to ignore Nikkis comment.

“Good, because we don’t have any food. I meant, did you want a rockstars breakfast?” Nikki produced a little bag of brilliant white powder from the pocket of last nights leather trousers that he was still wearing, before walking over to the kitchen area & cutting it up on the work surface. “It’s an incredible hangover cure.” He winked mischievously, offering me a rolled up note. I shook my head, my thoughts in a far more rational state than they were last night. Nikki shrugged before bending over & vacuuming his mess up. I rolled my eyes, turning back towards Vinces room, when the door to, I had presumed, Nikkis room, swung open & out walked the girl Nikki was all over last night, in nothing but a lacy pair of underwear. She flashed an almost territorial look in my direction as she stalked past me & over to Nikki, draping her arms around him. He looked bored as she ran her fingers through his matted, black hair & didn’t even flinch when she grazed her teeth along his earlobe.

“Come back to bed baby.” I heard her whisper in a low, sultry voice.

“Not with you dollface.” Nikki said bluntly, shrugging off the stunning brunette, making her stumble back slightly. “Get your shit, you can leave out with window.” He waved his hand in the direction of his room as if he was hoping to magically wave her away. She didn’t take to well to that.

“You asshole!” She yelled, storming away from him. “What about this bitch, huh? Why doesn’t she have to leave?!” She shrieked, stopping next to me & pointing rudely,

“Not my fuck, not my problem.” Nikki shrugged, letting out a amused laugh. I shot him daggers, which only made him chuckle more. “Plus, she’ll be leaving out of my window in an hour or so, rather than out of Vinnys.” He smiled devilishly, that hunger returning to his eyes once again. I felt myself grow hot, momentarily lost in my lust. That was until a sharp pain seared through my head, snapping me out of it, as the half naked brunette grabbed a fistful if my hair & dragged me down towards the putrid carpet. I let out a wail as I instinctively started swinging my arms towards her in any sort of attempt to get her off.

“What the fu-” I started to yell, breathlessly, as the pain increased as her nails dug deeper into my scalp. I felt one of my flailing fists come into contact with flesh & suddenly the vice like grip on my hair was released & I dropped to the ground. Everything had gone blurry as I fought back the tears of pain & panic & I struggled to navigate my way back into a stranding position, until a rough hand was extended towards me. I grabbed hold of Nikki as he pulled me back up. I stopped & took a few deep breaths, trying to work out what just happened. I turned to look at the half naked groupie, clutching an angry red mark on her cheek where my fist had caught her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I screamed at her, frantically trying to smooth out my hair over my throbbing scalp.

“He’s mine, you fucking wannabe slut.” She spat back at me, her tone full of venom & eyes full of hatred. Nikki let out a sharp, loud laugh.

“Bitch, I’m not anybody’s.” Nikki chuckled, almost enjoying the situation.

“But I thought we had something..” She started to say, her face pink with anger & embarassment.

Nikki cut her off, seeming bored again. “Clearly you don’t know me very well. Sweetheart, you’re the same as all the rest, a fun way to end a show.”

My head snapped round to face Nikki, disbelief & disgust flooding over me. I’d heard him use those words before. I looked back towards the woman in front of me, looking utterly humiliated, trying her hardest to cover herself as she turned & ran towards Nikkis room, presumably to leave the same way she came in, through that window that was quickly becoming infamous. I watched her go & I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She was stunning, tall, toned, with flawless skin & a face most women would die for & yet, with those few words, Nikki had managed to destroy any confidence she had, shame her & break her heart, all at the same time. The same way he did to my sister.

I looked at his smug face & shoved him with more anger & force than I realised, sending him stumbling back before falling flat on his ass. “You fucking asshole, Sixx.”

“What the fuck, Beth?! Is crazy bitch fucking contagious or something?! He shouted, sounding genuinely stunned.

“How can you treat women that way?! Fucking use them & throw them out like they’re not worth a damn thing. Have you got so little respect for us?!” I screamed, Nikkis face growing darker & angrier with each word I hurled at him. But suddenly, he stood himself back up & his anger melted away, revealing that notorious smirk in its place. He had a ice cold look in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine &, for some reason, a flash of fear ran through me.

“Oh Princess, it must be hard work up their in your ivory fucking tower, looking down & casting your fucked up, hypocritical judgements on us unworthy people.” Nikkis voice was as smooth as silk, but his words were cold & razor sharp as he started taking steps towards me. “What do you think happened last night, Angel? Because if you think my boy Vince is going to come out of that room full of romance & kisses & offer to buy you breakfast, you’re in for a nasty fucking suprise.” His voice oozed arrogance but his eyes stayed cruel, fixed on mine as he continued to walk towards me. “You’re just like the rest of them Lizzy. You drink our booze & you sniff our drugs & you fall for our charm &, for one night, you serve a purpose to us. You fuck us because we let you believe you’re worth something, we make you think we care. But here’s the truth baby, we don’t. You don’t mean shit to us. You’re a gullible, cheap way to get our dicks wet & as soon as that’s done, we’ve got no fucking use for you. You’re a slut, Princess, just like the rest of them. Just like your sister.”

I felt the hot, humiliated tears creep into my eyes & spill down my cheeks. Nikki smirked as he watched them fall. “Did I upset the little privileged, rich girl? Better run home to Daddy.”

I looked into those harsh, green eyes, wondering how I’d ever felt any kind of desire towards him. Anger filled my veins, anger towards Nikki & anger towards my own damn idiocy. I knew this was who he was, I knew he was a bad person. So why did this cut me so damn deep? I’d let myself get played by him & he knew that as well as I did. He was the Devil himself & I’d been stupid enough to let him tempt me. I looked at his full, pink lips, the lips that, just last night, I had craved on my skin with a fierce desire, now twisted into a cruel grin that seemed to be enjoying my humiliation.

“I never wanted to be one of those girls.” I whispered, finally finding my voice at last.

“But Princess, you are one of those girls, why else would you be here?”

“I don’t expect anything from Vince, I don’t want anything either. I used him last night as much as he used me.” I said with more conviction, determined not to let Nikki win. “I wanted sex, so did Vince, it was a mutual thing,” I shrugged. It was true, I didn’t want anything more from Vince than what we’d had last night & I needed Nikki to know that he was wrong. I needed to pretend his words didn’t hurt me.

Just then, the door to Vinces room opened & out he walked with his tangled mess of blonde hair & just a off-white, grubby looking sheet tied around his waist. He frowned as he scanned the room, seeing me practically against the wall with Nikki in my face, assesed the situation & tried to figure out what was happening.

“Sixx, maybe leave it a few hours before going after my leftovers, yeah?” Vince winked at me. “We got any blow?” He asked with a yawn. Nikki tossed him the little baggy of coke & I left them cutting up lines whilst I went to go find my clothes & get dressed.

*Nikkis POV*

That stuck up bitch was really starting to get on my fucking nerves.

“So when’s the next chick arriving Vin?” I asked, loud enough for Beth to hear as she walked off into the bedroom that Vince & Tommy shared, although fuck knows where T-Bone ended up last night. Vince shushed me as he looked towards the bedroom, before shooting me a look. “What?!” I chuckled, “it’s not like she doesn’t know you’re a single-use kinda guy.”

Vince scoffed, nodding his head. “True man, true.” He smirked. He glanced over to the bedroom door, almost longingly, for a brief second. “I tell you what though, man, it’s the ones you don’t expect that end up being the fucking filthiest. She’s a damn good fuck.” He laughed, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes, my irritation towards her growing. “That’s probably because she’s never been fucked before, you know what those snobby, rich chicks are like, they like being roughed up when all they’re used to is ‘making love’ in fucking missionary.” I sneered, trying to make fun at Beths expense.

“That’s probably true man.” Vince laughed, snorting up his last line. “But honestly, I don’t give a fuck why, that chick is a freak & she’s got a mouth like a fucking angel.” I watched him bite his lip at the memory.

I felt a momentary surge of jealousy course through me as my mind inadvertently wondered towards what it’d be like to have havs Beths lips around my cock, those big, doe-like brown eyes staring longingly up at me as I fucked that pretty mouth of hers. The slam of the bedroom door snapped me out of dirty little day dream & little Miss Too-Good-For-You came storming out of the bedroom, her face still evidentially seething.

“Have a bump with us, dollface.” Vince cooed, grabbing Beth by the waist & pulling her over. I smirked at her, knowing full well she wouldn’t break Daddy’s rules sober. She looked me & I watched the determination wash over her. She smiled smugly at me as she took the rolled up note Vince had extended to her & snorted up the last line of coke. I felt my jaw tighten in annoyance.

“Wow, you’re one of the lucky groupies that gets to steal our drugs after she’s served her purpose.” I drawled, condescendingly, trying my damn hardest to get to her again.

“Ignore him babe. Sixx tends to be an asshole when I pull someone he fancies.”

That blonde prick, I fumed.

“If I wanted her, I could’ve had her.” I shrugged with enough confidence to mask my growing anger.

Beth let our a sharp laugh. “That’d require me to actually fancy you back, you arrogant piece of shit.” She said boldly. I honestly didn’t know whether I wanted to scream at her & throw her out or bend her over my knee & make sure she never fucking spoke to me like that again. Who does she think she is?!

“Come on baby, lets go back to bed.” Smirked Vince, wrapping his hand around the nape of her neck & pulling her in for a kiss. I was stunned. Vince never fucked a girl more than once. His motto was hit it & quit it. If they weren’t out the window by sunrise, he made it very fucking clear they weren’t welcome there any longer.

Vinny took hold of Beths hand & lead her back to his bedroom as she giggled like a schoolgirl. I watched her slink off, her skirt riding up slightly so her ass peeked out from beneath the material as she went. She must’ve felt my eyes trailing along every inch of her because she turned & blew me a patronising kiss before slamming the door shut.

I hated her. Beth was everything I couldn’t stand about people. She was stuck up & came from the sort of family that looked down on people like me. She was so self assured & judgmental & she had an ability to piss me off like no-one I’ve ever met. I hated her with a passion & yet, I fucking wanted her just as badly.

Through all of my anger & hatred, as I heard her sweet moans of pleasure drift from Vinces bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder what she’d sound like moaning my name.

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