To all my fellow WWE WrestleFic authors. It’s 100% valid to feel unmotivated to write, especially given the state of the current product. The horrendous angles, storylines and lack of creative certainly don’t help with finding any motivation.
But also, to those who feel discouraged due to the lack of comments, or kudos and engagement in general. Please don’t think that maybe your work isn’t good. That is most likely not the case at all. There’s definitely been a drop in interest around WrestleFics and again, the terrible product doesn’t help.
I for one rarely go on Wrestling AO3 these days, simply because since the product hasn’t caught my attention, I forget to do so.
this some shit that i usually don't do (but for you i kinda want to)
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omegacember 2025: day 5.
prompt: muzzles.
pairing: dean ambrose x roman reigns.
warnings: omegaverse, alpha/alpha, knotting, belly bulge, mating cycles/in rut, (top) alpha dean ambrose & (bottom) alpha roman reigns.
summary: when roman realized that this ramshackle hotel room was too small to contain two enraged alphas, was unfortunately too late to do anything about it, as he had a very angry dean growling in his face and pumping aggressive pheromones around the room in an attempt to mark his territory and show his dominance over him.
(or, it's been months since seth betrayed the pack, abandoned his alphas and broke their mating bond forever. however, just when roman was starting to believe that he and dean were slowly getting back to normal, dean’s rut changes everything between them).
So as part of @superkickme's Comment-A-Thon November, here is the second of four posts I'm making recommending some of my favourite fics. Specifically wrestling!
So, in no particular order:
1.we can't be friends (but i'd like to just pretend) - @cheesyg0rditacrvnch
A Punkena AU where John got released in 2002 and had to go on the indies, where he meets Punk. I adore this fic, the perfect slice-of-life with wrestling and awkward romance. It would make a fantastic movie! They're so cute while still being so very 'young guys in the early 2000s'. It's very nostalgic and insanely well researched. A perfect Punkena.
2. ribs - @rated-rko
John and Randy in all their damaged and avoidant glory! They're in OVW, figuring themselves out, and doing terrible jobs of it. It's perfectly grubby and painfully realistic. Randy's on his way to joining Evolution and we all know how THAT goes. It's a beautiful car crash, and another fic that has so much research and love poured into it.
3. Choke Artist - @anonybaby
It's the Big Show fucks Cody in a locker room fic! And I fucking love it. Anony characterises Show so brilliantly, and the some of the lines are absolute fire "Cody’s not selling pain when he enters the ring with Paul - he’s selling submissiveness." like are you KIDDING? Incredible stuff. Also calling Cody a 'kitty' will never not delight me.
4. a banner made of pain - scholar_rhodes
An interesting one here because it's unfinished and abandoned, but it's one of my favourite fics on AO3. A not-wrestlers AU, Cody comes crashing back into Dustin's life after disappearing for eight months. There's a lot of implications about what happened in those eight months, and the subtle references are heart-breaking. But the main focus is all on Cody and Dustin attempting to rebuild their broken relationship as brothers, and it's so good. Forever gutted it will never be finished, but still absolutely worth a read!
5. Brush Buddies - ungefug
Be forewarned, there's piss in this one. Heed tags as always! But it's a particular brand of Punkena that I am so into. Punk being grubby and jaded with his giant chip on his shoulder, and John just happy to be there but actually understanding more than he lets on. Some of the best character work for these two, all through the lens of Punk pissing on John. Words I never thought I'd type 😂 The sequel is also fire, and features fisting.
6. Gangbang - @are-we-really-doing-this
Look yeah, I just really love John Cena being a big fucking slut sometimes okay? Especially when his totally-just-a-good-buddy Punk has appointed himself as his simultaneous protector and clean up crew. I enjoy the headcanons for how each of the vets fuck too, and the eternal appreciation for Cesaro's giant dick 😌
Happy birthday to me, so uh...have the first thing I've written in over five years.
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Matt blushed as he felt the wamth radiating from Adam's hand as he rested it against his waist. He really has no right to look that pretty, Matt thought.
Adam chuckled and gently grasped Matt's opposite hand. "All it took to get you speechless was a dance; who would've thought?"
Matt furrowed his brow and huffed as he began to follow Adam's graceful lead across the small dance floor.
"Just wasn't expecting it is all, " he muttered.
Adam hummed, his smile softening. "Gotta treat my man to a special something now and then."
Matt scoffed, "We're slow dancing to an old country song at some shitty bar-slash-restaurant you insisted we come to; you call that special?" He was acting more put out than he actually was, but he would be acting out of character if he wasn't at least a little petulant.
The slow song crooned and occasionally creackled over the speakers, but Matt barely registered it as Adam pulled him closer to his chest, sliding his hand from his hip to the small of his back. He leaned his head in close so he was almost nuzzling into Matt's hair.
"Shh...just enjoy it," he murmured.
And Matt, swaying in the middle of a dim bar in a town he'd already forgotten the name of, surrounded by rowdy strangers, rested his head against Adam's shoulder. He closed his eyes and let everything narrow until the only thing he was aware of was where he and Adam were connected.
Yeah, okay, he thought, smile hidden in Adam's shirt, maybe this isn't half-bad.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
UPDATE DAY HAS ARRIVED HOOKHAUSEN FAITHFUL! This Chapter is one of our faves! It might actually be our favorite? It’s tough to say. They’re all special in their own right, but we really, really love this one.
New Here? WELCOME!!! Please, please, PLEASE, read the tags! This is a dark and angsty fic. Be kind to yourself, this story is not for everyone.
Old Here? Thank you as always for being here!
Fun Fact: The Master Doc is 257 pages as of today!
THE FUNNEST OF FACTS: We’re pretty sure we’re writing the final chapter right now. It’s happening! We’re nearly done!!!
So, it’s been a couple of weeks. I’m a slow writer BUT, this morning, it hit me. Enjoy 😉
Title: Just between you and me
Pairing: Damian Priest X Mystery(?) her POV
Word Count: 1504
Content Warnings: Language, Masturbation (M & F)
Rating: Mature
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from occupying the hotel room next to Damian, it’s that he touches himself… a lot. When you’re used to getting laid as often as he does, I can imagine you need to fill the gaps… and boy is he filling the gaps! Man must be going through a drought! When I’m trying to sleep, all I can hear through the wall is deep moaning and the odd curse when he hits the right spot. Oh and he says a lot of stuff in Spanish when he watches porn… so, that’s two things… God knows what filth pours out of his mouth. Not me, I don’t speak Spanish besides ‘Hello’, ‘Goodbye’ and ‘I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish!’.
It’s three in the morning and this is wank number two of the day so far. He’s been quite restrained today. That’s saying something. I can’t sleep with all that moaning going on. Yes, I’ve tried ear plugs, not good enough! The last couple of nights he’s been more talkative. Hearing him talk to himself… or the imaginary girls, is rather funny. Well, I mean it would be funnier if he wasn’t keeping me awake… and okay I’ll admit it, hearing him touch himself is pretty hot. So, I’m distracted.
He’s been going at it for a couple of minutes now and as I’m laying in bed, I can feel the temperature under the covers rising. As if I’m getting turned on just liste—hearing him getting off. God, no, listening to him would be invasive… wouldn’t it? I threw the covers off my warming body and fanned my skin with my hands.
“Like that… yeah…”
Well, that was loud and clear. A tiny gasp escaped my throat as I looked down at my naked form, I always slept in the buff. All my tells were checked off. Reddened skin on my belly and breasts, hard nipples… damp pussy.
“Fucks sake…” I grumbled, annoyed but, amused by my own reactions. I rolled over on my side and tried to ignore my body. It worked for about thirty seconds, I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter the more he went on.
“Mmmm… fuck!”
When the curse came moaned from his chest, my hips bucked forward, involuntarily rubbing myself between my legs. I moaned loudly in surprise… and clapped my hands over my mouth. SHIT! He better not have heard that, my cover would be well and truly blown.
“Fucking Damian!” I swore under my breath and tried once more to ignore him… but it was as if he knew I was listening… I mean, not me specifically but… oh fuck off, you know what I mean! I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt at self comfort.
He groaned deeply and my fingernails dug into my ribs. I’m going to kill him.
“Come with me…”
Did he just… no. Nuh uh! He didn’t just say come with me. Oh god, I hope he’s on the phone to some hussy! Please be on the phone… I rolled onto my back and gave in. My hands found my hard nubs and rolled them between my fingers. A soft gasp made its way up as I tweaked them roughly, the gasp became a moan as I slowly tightened my grip, pulling gently. “Oh yeah…”
“That’s right, touch yourself...”
Please be some girl on the phone… my hand smoothed down my body, fingertips hovering over my hard clit. Is this wrong? I mean, I shouldn’t care! He’s been jerking off loudly all fucking week and I’ve resisted the urge to fuck myself silly the whole time until tonight… I deserve this. I bit my lip, closed my eyes and touched myself tentatively. I seethed with want, brushing my hand down between my wet thighs. “Oh my god…” I gasped, blushing. God this is embarrassing! My pussy was so slick and I’d barely touched myself. I rolled my eyes and spread my legs, planting my feet on the bed, bending my knees. My middle finger ran teasingly between my folds, not dipping in yet. I whimpered at the touch, running my wet fingertip up to my clit and back down. “Mmmm…” I moaned softly, shivering. I was already close to coming and I hadn’t started. How the hell did he have me so fucking hot?
“That’s so good…”
I gasped at his deep growling tone and rubbed my clit with my middle and index fingers, moaning loudly despite myself. “Fuuuck…” I whined, trying to go slow. I owed it to myself not to come in two seconds like a horny teenage boy! But dammit could I?! My lips spilled open as I finally sunk one finger inside myself, the other hand stroking my clit unsteadily. My body was quivering already. I am not coming yet. I won’t. I won’t let mys—
“Fuck yourself for me, baby…”
That’s it… I’m done. Kill me. Stick a fork in me, I’m fucked! My body took over and went into overdrive. Like Damian had a remote for my hands and went from a two to a ten in a split second. I slid a second finger in and pumped them in and out, screaming when I brushed my g-spot too early, too suddenly. “Oh fuck!” I wailed, throwing my head back into the pillows. “Mmmm… fuck yes!” I rubbed my clit slower, trying to take some control back and drew my fingers out of my now dripping wet pussy. God I wanted to come so badly but, I also kinda wanted it to last.
“Don’t stop…”
FUCK YOU PRIEST! His pleasured groan had me under his spell. It was as if he could hear my breath change. I panted and rubbed my clit hard, a keening cry ripping from my chest. “D—noooo fuck!” Thank GOD I caught myself. I’m so close, dangerously close. “Oh my god…” I’m done. I’m ending this now. I slid my fingers back inside of my wet folds and crooked them up, finding my sweet spot and hitting it fervently. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Fuck yeah, come with me, that’s it baby, come with papi…”
I screamed with relief as I started to come from his words… and I hope he heard me this time. “Please Day… oh god yes!” I felt the coil in my belly unfurl and relax as my come splashed my fingers inside of me and my clit twitched with joy. My legs jerked under me and my toes curled, gripping the covers as my insides gripped my fingers tight. I rode out my orgasm listening to Damian come, a bead of sweat rolling down my temple. “Shit…” I laughed incredulously as I let my fingers fall out of my body, the motion of my hands stopping slowly. I can’t believe I just did that…
On the bed side table, my phone rang. I looked over and grinned filthily, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Hello?” I panted softly.
“Rhea…” I heard him growl softly through his panting breaths.
“Yeah?”
“Get in here…” I could practically see the predatory grin on his face.
I chuckled, hanging up on him, trying to find my feet. I didn’t care who saw me as I ran naked out of the door and knocked on his.
“It’s open…” he purred and my legs jerked. I shoved the door open and slipped through the crack, knocking it closed behind me with my foot. “C’mere…” he looked me over salaciously as I padded towards his bed, watching him licking his lower lip as he lazily stroked himself. “Look at you, all red and hot…” he mumbled, watching me slide onto the bed next to him. I moved closer to his side when he wrapped his free arm around my shoulders, turning his head to me. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”
I smiled knowingly. “Yeah?” I let my left hand join his right on his rehardening length, enjoying the moan that left his throat.
“Wanted you to come… for me. Sólo para mí.” he growled softly and rolled his hips up into our hands.
I gasped quietly when his hip bone hit my forearm. “So, you were alone.” I grinned, squeezing his dick harder. That was for teasing me.
“Every night. Every time. Thinking of you… imagining the sound of you touching yourself, playing with your breasts, fucking yourself for me.” His words immediately had me back on track. Watching him stroke his hard cock while telling me what he was thinking of while he did it made me blush all over. All that moaning and groaning, the dirty talk… all for me. "My name on your lips as you came..."
“Wow...” I sighed hard.
“Que?” he smiled, brushing his sinful lips against my chin.
“Just…” I shook my head and blinked away my thready shyness. “Fuck me?”
He bit his lip and let go of himself, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Princesa, I’m going to make you scream my name until sunrise…”
Dean drummed the steering wheel to the point of near distraction. "Pretty fucking psyched!"
Seth wondered what the dinner plans were that Dean had kept him in the dark about all week. He said he wanted it to "be a surprise." Seth hoped it was the new tapas place that opened across town; he was ready to splurge on a nice bottle of wine and get cozy. Dean pulls into a neon-lighted convenience store. "Do we need to gas up?" Dean ignores him and bounces inside. Seth follows reluctantly.
Inside is a palace of poor choices. The neon colors and blaring stereo is almost overstimulating. With a growing horror, Seth realizes Dean is punching in an order on a kiosk. Seth looks for someone, anyone, to stop him, but the only person manning the station is a gruff fry cook who isn't here for anyone's bullshit.
Seth flips through the kiosk menu and finds a sea of options that would sink his metabolism. He picks a sad sandwich from the cooler and finds a booth. Minutes later, Dean saunters over, precariously balancing a tray filled to the brim with fried food.
"Jesus, dude, what is that?"
Dean grins. "Curly fries. Waffle fries. Potato wedges. Cheese fries. Chili cheese fries (there's a big difference). Cajun fries-"
"I get it." Dean digs in while Seth picks at his sandwich. "You know, we could go here on a regular Friday night."
Dean stops momentarily. "We totally should!"
"That's! That's not what I mean. Is this seriously what you want for your birthday?"
"What, you too good for gas station food?"
"No! It's just... I set aside $100 for your birthday dinner, and this is like $20 max."
Dean rolls his eyes. "Too bad all I value is money and there's no other way to make it up to me." He rubs his foot up Seth's leg. Seth blushes and slaps his hand to stop. "Besides, that means room for more fun shit."
"Like what?"
Dean thinks for a moment, curly fries in the air. "They let you drink at the go cart track?"
Seth laughs. "I reckon they can't say anything if you have a pocket flask..."
Satisfied with this, Dean shoves a handful of fries in his mouth. He looks down at Seth's meal for the first time and swallows hard. "That all you're eating?"
"Dude! It's like carnival food here! I'll die!"
"Nahhhhh, it's my birthday! Come on!" Seth sits stone-faced. "Call it a cheat day." Seth wavers. "Please?"
Seth throws his hands up. "Alright, alright. I'll eat your stupid gas station nachos!" Dean grins. He digs into his order of chili cheese fries while Seth disappears and returns with an impressive pile of snacks.
"Those fried pickles?"
Seth grins. "You're damn right they are." Dean reaches over to grab one. Seth blocks him to stop him, but Dean reaches around and snags one, popping it in his mouth. Seth's eyes narrow. He stares Dean dead on and defiantly grabs a fistful of curly fries.
Dean meets his gaze. "It's on now!" Dean slips out of the booth like an eel and pokes Seth in the side repeated. Seth wraps his legs around Deans and topples him to the floor. They roll around on the grimy tile. Seth pins Dean's shoulders with his knees and tickles his sides ruthlessly. Dean can barely say "stop" he's laughing so hard.
"HEY!" The boys look up. The fry cook waves a spatula at them menacingly. They both back up, hands up in retreat. They return to the booth. Dean shovels in the last of the fries.
Seth shakes his head. "Gross."
"You're gross!"
Seth slips his hand into Dean’s. "Best birthday ever?"
"Not yet. It's only seven!"
"You're right. I guess the night is still young. Happy birthday, babe." Dean smiles, a fry hanging from his mouth. "But you're still gross."
