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You have not seen or heard from him in months, partly because you've been so busy preparing for your move from NXT to RAW, mostly because you had blocked him after a big argument that was pointless and easily avoidable.
Looking back, you realize that most of the arguments you guys got into were like that. One of you would do something, whether that be being seen with someone, posting something on an Instagram story, or texting somebody, and instead of navigating it like anyone else with sense. With a healthy relationship. A healthy friendship, it would turn into something more than it needed to.
It was even worse when you lived together. One time you can both remember well was when you and Dom decided to go back to being friends. Like in the beginning.
You remember him saying, "y'know I love you, but I want you to have your freedom,"
Which translated to, "I'm getting bored so I wanna go mess around with somebody else."
Wow, you thought it had been only nine months since you decided to get the apartment; he had seemed happy playing house with you before he had said that, but you know Dom better than anyone. He gets restless, and honestly? So were you.
At that time, he had done this one other time, and before he eventually came back to you, you didn't even think of trying to go out and enjoy any of that "freedom" he was giving you, which left you bored and even more restless, so this time you were.
It was nothing serious. Lord knows it wasn't. You just found some guy off a dating app, went on like one or two dates before you eventually started fucking him. It didn't cross your mind once to tell Dom. He never told you anything he was doing, so why did you have to tell him? You were free now, after all. Right?
You made one grave mistake. The man you had been seeing took you out somewhere nice that you had been wanting to go to, not thinking you would post a story on your Instagram of you there. Just a selfie, but you tagged the guy.
The reaction was almost immediate. It started with texts. Your phone went off over and over.
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19 Missed Messages From Dominikπ€
Then it became calls to the point where you had no choice but to get up in the middle of dinner and go answer him
"Y/N, who the fuck is that? Y'know what, I don't even care. Just delete that shit. I'm coming to get you."
You were so confused. But then angry. For almost three weeks now, he had been doing god knows what with god knows who. Having his location off for hours after you guys got out of training and not coming back to the apartment till late, obviously having been with a woman, and you never said a thing.
"Bro, what? I'm just out on a date. You tripping right now. Why do you even care?"
You hear Dom mumbling in Spanish and moving around. He was coming to get you, or would try to, whether you liked it or not.
(Who does this girl think she is? She must've lost her mind.)
He hung up after that, and all you did was shake your head. All you had done for him. You played girlfriend, homegirl, damn near housewife at times, all while he always had to keep another on the side or had his eyes on other people. By this point, you were done. You're gonna play his game now.
You go back inside after putting your phone on Do Not Disturb and on silent. You ask your date, who was now sitting there with a slightly worried look on his face.
"Sorry about that. You wanna head back to yours, show you I'm sorry?"
Your eyebrow raised, and a soft chuckle left your mouth as you watched your date shrug, then nod.
Before you knew it, you were back at his place on the couch with him, and things were getting a bit heated. Dom was probably texting and calling like crazy, but you couldn't care. You were about to get some good head as many times as you wanted it. Or at least that's what you thought.
See, you had made another mistake. You had your location on. He said it was a safety thing. Because he would constantly get around, he would turn it off and on, but you never thought to mess with it, and he knew that.
It had only been 34 minutes since you got to your date's home. You had only barely lifted your dress and were about to get your underwear off when there were three loud bangs on the door.
(Get out here right now, we going home. Don't make me come in there. I swear to god, you know what I will do if I have to.)
Damn it. Now what. He kept banging on the door and yelling. Your date went to get up like any homeowner would at the sound of a man beating on their door and angrily yelling in Spanish, but you stopped him.
"Nah, I got this. He'll just get more mad if you answer it"
That was only partly true. Yes, he would get more mad if he saw the man you were kinda dating and sleeping with, but you also knew that Dom would resort to violence, and you were not in the mood to bail him out or anything. Again.
You get up and go get the door to a very, very pissed Dom.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, (Y/N). I try and let you have a little fun, go out with your girls, go act out, and you get a whole side dude?"
"I'm just doing what you told me to do. Enjoy my freedom, just like you. Wait, not like you at all. You go out every night, and you never tell me what you're doing or who you're with-"
He leans in close, getting in your ear, glancing between you and your date, who was now staring at you both, and regretting whatever he had gotten himself into before whispering.
"No te hagas la tonta ahora. Sabes que todo eso me pertenece. Γl no puede hacer lo que yo hago. Ese coΓ±o es mΓo y lo sabes.."
(Don't play dumb now. You know all that belongs to me. He can't do what I do. That pussy is mine, and you know it.)
You leaned away from him, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. Hey, at least you could say he wasn't making a show by saying it in English.
"Ay, no hagas eso, mami, sabes que eres mΓa, porque siempre dejas que me salga con la mΓa. Solo ven al coche; sabes que no puedes decirme que no, asΓ que ven."
(Oh, don't do that, mami, you know you're mine, because you always let me get my way. Just come to the car, you know you can't say no to me, so come on.)
You hated it, but he was right. Dom could be arrogant, rude, and a liar, but he could also be the boy you grew up with, who was affectionate and could sweet-talk your ear off. It took a bit of pulling, but he eventually got you out the door, glaring at the man as he did.
He half-apologized all the way to the car, talking all sweet (with his hand on your butt. They don't call him dirty Dom just because of his wrestling), thinking that all was back to normal. His way.
Little did he know. He was turning you into a little him, not in a good way...
guys ts took me so fucking long to write pls enjoy it ahh
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ive been trying to write some more fan fiction but in order to do that i feel the need for detailed profiles for my oc's so i can write better for all of you and ive genuinely been working on the same profile for like 4 days now and while i only have two oc's for wrestling at least i hate the fact that its taking this damn long
i just want to say this i dont really know why...fanfic coming soon trust.
I literally cannot take it anymore when it comes to wrestlers. I just found out about Karrion Kross through watching MLW. I was thinking, "ok, good-looking guy, good mic skills, and I like how he wrestles. This is good stuff right here". I watch a few edits on TikTok, and my grandfather and I watch some of his matches. EVERYTHING WAS FINE. I look him up on here, honestly looking for fan fiction, one of the first things that I see is that not only does he like Trump and all the other fucking goobers, but he has also supported and donated to QANON AND, yes AND, is an antivaxer....wtfffff. Also, when he was still in the WWE during a WrestleMania, he wore an iron cross, and yes, I know that that is also used in motorcycle culture/ has something to do with Harley-Davidson, and he likes bikes, but with the added other information... It's clear what he is
Why is it so hard, as a person who works in an industry full of people from different backgrounds and beliefs, not to be hateful? Maybe it's because I just don't have that neo-nazi mindset, but I just don't understand.
Day after day, I continue to be shown why wrestlers like CM Punk are the best, both skill-wise and as people, because good lord...
We need to talk more about SES (Straight Edge Society) CM Punk more. I love the whole, slightly unhinged cult leader with a god-complex persona he had in promos and stuff. Not to mention the combination of lip ring, tongue piercing, long hair, chest hair, Punk.
the predilection i have for wrestlers with long hair is so strange, i haven't really noticed it untill now but there are only like two wrestlers i like with short hair.
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okie, random little rant but I've fallen down a little rabbit hole i can't get out of. It started with Interview With the Vampire and Sinners. Ive always loved vintage aesthetics and romance in a way and these two things only made it stronger [along with my love for vampires but thats something for another day]. Then,I started watching wrestling again, these two things don't sound connect but I promise they are. My favorite wrestler is CM Punk, has been since I was younger, and obviously now he is older [aka top ten dilfs of all time] and after a lot of fanfic reading and edit watching i was down the older men rabbit hole. Enter The Boys, while I do not really watch the show [omega larp, I know], I really like the character of soldier boy, who is played by Jensen Ackles and to me has a biblically accurate Captain America thing going on with the whole classic soldier thing going on. Well it went from him, to Bucky Barnes, to Captain America and now I am absolutely obsessed with the classic American soldier kinda dude and have written and read soooo much fanfic with that in it, not a big thing right? The thing is I'm black, so I'm heavily conflicted with being into this due to the history I know [curse being a history buff]. I don't know where I was going with this but I just wanted to vent about my internal conflict, anywho, I've been Perc, read your history books.
Warnings: smut references/MDI, cheating, drinking, period accurate sexism (it is the 1910s), period accurate racism, period accurate language, religion, references to spousal abuse.
It was May 27th, 1910, the birthday of Florence de Pointe du Lac, mother of Louis de Pointe du Lac. Now, you may be asking, who is this Louis I speak of?
Louis de Pointe du Lac, oldest boy of the du Lac family. A man of standard height, mulatto-colored man with captivating brown eyes. Good looking by most standards. Though he is only twenty-five years old, he has recently had to take over the family's finances at the death of his father in January, bringing quite a lot of stress on him. Louis already had his own businesses to worry about outside the home, he owned about three properties in StoryVille, more specifically on Liberty Street that only his younger brother, Paul, knew about. You may be thinking, why keep this mostly hidden if it's bringing income to the house hold? The reason for that is because they are not very moral businesses for a so-called catholic man to be running. He owned a few sporting houses, they made pretty good money even though they weren't in the nicest area, the only thing Louis could really complain about is that the...clients could sometimes could get a bit unruly at times and he would have to handle them with violence, but other than that, he was happy with it.
Now, back at his mother's party he was just floating around, usual for him, his mother always called him the quiet boy because he was never very talkative, but that was not the reason for him acting this way tonight. If he was to be completely honest he was waiting for someone.
Armani-Rosetta le Blanc
Like him, she was the oldest of the two girls and one boy her mother had, but thankfully for her, because she was a daughter, did not have the same amount of responsibility. Unlike the du Lac family as a whole, the le Blanc's were not from the states. They were from Haiti, then, when Armani was only a child they all moved to Nola, Louisiana for better opportunity, though they already had quite the mass amount of wealth in their own country. She was a friend of his sister, Grace, though she was his age. That was truly the only thing their parents had in common that was very old fashioned to them but normal for the older people in the room. Boys play with boys and girls play with other girls. But now that they are all older, Grace and Armani aren't as close anymore, now it's Armani and Louis who are with one another most of the time, well, it was like that a few months before. Now she was not really allowed around any man, let alone Louis, that was because she was due to be wed to a man named Elias Beraux in the fall.
About three weeks ago, when Louis found out he almost lost it, because on the outside, they may only show that they are friends but behind closed doors they have a deep and passionate love for one another that was only a few more close moments away from welling up into action. When his mother told him he almost immediately ran to the le Blanc home and without Armani's permission, then damn near begged her father for her hand instead of Elias, but Mr. Le Blanc would just not listen to him no matter what he said. But then Mr. Le Blanc said that he loved Louis, and was thankful for him being there for his daughter all this time, but that he chose Elias for a reason. In his his opinion, Armani was much too wild for other men, Elias promised that he would put her in her place while married to him, which was just what she needed. In that moment Louis just stood there. Why would Mr. Le Blanc want this, he knew what Elias ment by "put her in her place", right? He then insisted that he could handle her, that Mr. Le Blanc should not send his daughter into something like that, most likely being beaten for any infraction her husband would see as misbehavior. Mr. Le Blanc then said that he did not want to burden Louis with the duty of claiming this wild beast of a daughter he had.
Louis then, on the next day begged his mother to convince the le Blanc's to let him take Armani's hand in marriage but she wouldn't, saying it was not worth it and that her father had it set in his mind that she would marry Elias and that was final.
Or Rosie, as he sometimes called her, walked into their parlor alone with a small gift box.
He almost ran to her in that moment, he missed her very much, and he could tell she felt the same. After she sat the present down on the table he really wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let go but that would not be proper in the moment, in front all these people who know she is due to be married soon. He just settled on kissing her hand for now, they talked for what seemed like hours, going over stories that are over a decade old but they still laugh at them like they happened only days before. Later that night, after many glasses of wine, about half a bottle and they were up in Louis' room, talking like always when Louis' hand started to slip up Rosie's dress, complimenting her stockings and garterbelt, saying that he wanted to see them both more up close. Her being drunk, let him almost completely lift up her skirt until he got to her underwear. Louis then looked up at her, waiting for approval. She nodded for him to get up and lock the door...
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