Wrestling Fanfics Novels & Stories

Secret do lurk behind this walls. 😈 😈 😈 😈 #TBC_ #Inspired by Mean Girls A/N: someone should guess who’s causing this chaos and mischief mysteriously? Review your thoughts on the this episode, don’t forget to check out my other stories on W*****d. “The wrath of XIN” and “The vampire’s Luna”. Hope you guys enjoy this episode, if you do then comment.

In the end, the offended people will end up with nothing but more frustration and anger. Jim quickly shook his head and cleared his head of such scary thoughts. "If you think about it, wrestling in a place like this can also be seen as a form of death seeking." Wilson said. Apart from Jim, the other three looked at one another as they thought the words through. "Awn!" Bar spoke first. "That's so true!" Vox said. "Yeah!" Horr quipped thoughtfully. "So Wilson, have you decided to fight?" Jim asked. Wilson looked at Jim, Vox, then at Bar and Horr before looking back at the two muscleheads fighting. One of them was already on the floor while the other roared in excitement and victory as the audi

Alfi yelled at me. "Writing a story with the handsome, strong, rich, and gallant protagonist? Like the hell, I would! Such a story makes me sick! Such an inferior story makes the woman admire such a guy that the ugly I end up being a Nojikon!" I yelled at Alfi. "You asshole! Your Waifu is a hag!" Alfi insulted my waifu. "Your waifu is a doujinshi material! (Doujinshi I mean here is the 18+ one AKA porn.)" I insulted his waifu.

I screeched as I flipped him over for the one hundred and first time and wrapped myself around him as tightly as I could, to bring home my point. “Babe, you know you can’t,” Danielle chuckled and effortlessly slipped out of my grasp like butter and was sitting on my flat stomach this time. “Are these two pansies gonna keep wrestling around the fvcking dorm like that ?” Zane whispered in Chester’s ear. Someone please knock some sense in my Beta and at the same time, tell him that we can hear his fvcking whispers !!!! Chester was completely chillin’ on the couch with a tub of his favourite chocolate ice cream in his hands and legs resting on the coffee table while he enjoyed the wresting match

Fans already lined up outside the venue barriers, screaming the band’s name. Jax dragged me into the hallway; semi-public, doors on both ends, roadies walking past every thirty seconds. Then pinned me face-first against the wall, yanked my leggings down just enough.No words. Just unzipped, spat on his hand, rubbed it over his cock, and shoved into my ass dry.

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

Jax slammed his locker shut, chest heaving from the game. His rival, Tyler, stood two feet away, sweat dripping down his ripped abs. They had bet everything on this matchup. Winner takes all. And Jax had won. "You lost, pretty boy," Jax growled, voice low so the last teammates wouldn't hear. Tyler’s jaw clenched. His blue eyes flashed with anger and something hotter. "Fuck you, Jax. It was one point." "One point that matters." Jax stepped closer, heart pounding. The empty locker room smelled of sweat and victory. His cock was already twitching at the thought of collecting.

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

He urged them and the guys began again. This time, they were more devoted into the scene. They made a little a bit of argument and began wrestling with fervor. The blonde one threw the other on the bed and aimed to grab his cock and put it into his mouth. Dodging the attempt, the brown haired toppled over his partner’s back and dip his cock into his ass. Letting out a moan, the guy thrashed to gain free from the masterful thrust his mate was giving him. It was only then that their actions seemed real to Aiden.