My record for beating Animal Parade’s main storyline (ringing all 5 bells) is Summer 19 of Year 1. I’m ridiculously proud of that, because I usually take several in-game years to get enough wishes for the Purple Bell. Making all those friends in less than 2 seasons was intense.
can you do a reader and kenny when they both debut in wwe together. They are a couple and go backstage after and quickie smut happens.
“Oh my god my heart is beating so fast. The crowd loved it!”
Kenny tugged at your hand as you both ran down the hallway together. Running past everyone backstage the till you reached a quieter, almost abandoned area within the maze of narrow halls. It was eerily quiet considering it was a Wrestlemania and they’d just been part of an angle that was by most people’s predictions going to be the biggest one of the year.
The Bullet Club had finally debuted in WWE, invading the ring during the closing moments of Wrestlemania 33. The crowd roared when they reached the ring that the sound was deafening. Kenny held her up on his shoulders and paraded her around the ring and she’d never been more emotional and proud of how far they’d both come in their careers. She almost cried despite the fact she was supposed to be a heel.
Suddenly he stopped and pulled you into a doorway, finding a quiet spot for you both to have a moment alone.
“We did it! We finally made it here!” The look on his face was something you hadn’t seen in years. He looked so happy and so satisfied. So many people said he’d never come to WWE but it was the right time and the right place and they mutually agreed that it was time to make big money and then settle down.
“We’re in WWE!” You nervously laughed, You could barely believe it. “We’re actually in WWE!”
It had been a long journey to get to this point for both of you. You’d been through so much and it tested your relationship, but somehow 6 years later you had both made it. And most importantly made it together.
You launched yourself at Kenny, locking lips with him. Fingers tangling in his curly locks while his big hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer, craving his flesh against yours.
Your tongues fought for dominance as he backed you into the wall of the alcove and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips. His kisses were intense and fiery, giving you barely enough time to come up for air.
Time flew past, as seconds felt like hours, Lost to your combined lust and desire for one another. You could feel Kenny starting to stiffen against you, so you shifted your hips to allow him to put his leg between yours.
“I- I don’t want to stop…” Your breathing was wild and intense, words dripping with frustration. “We can’t. Not here, What if someone catches us!”
“Stop thinking so much.” He mumbled as he ran a line of kisses down your collarbone, causing you to wriggle and press yourself onto his thigh. Rolling your hips back and forward just for a little bit of stimulation.
He tugged at your ring shorts, pulling them down far enough so you were able to kick them off. Your hands reached out to the tent that had formed in his tights, clawing at the strings to loosen them and pull them down so his hard, throbbing cock could pop out.
Kenny began to lift you up off the floor as you wrapped your legs around his waist, his big strong arms holding you up off the ground. You loved it when he picked you up like this, He was so big and strong and him being able to hold you up when he was fucking you was your favourite thing.
He looked you right in the eyes and whispered. “You gotta be quiet baby, you can bite me if you need to.”
He ran his cock between your folds, lubing himself up ready for you. With a quick jerk of his hips, he’d buried his cock inside you, the familiar feeling of being full radiated throughout your body.
Kenny began thrusting in and out of you, slow and shallow at first so you could get used to his length, even though you’d had sex a thousand times before you always felt so tight. Picking up the pace he pumped himself inside you as you eagerly tried to move with him, holding onto his shoulders for support.
Kenny held onto you like it was a matter of life or death, his movements quick, needy and persistent with only one goal in mind. Making you both cum as quickly as possible.
Your hands splayed across his back, grabbing onto any inch of flesh you could, clinging on to his thick body as he slammed himself in and out of you. Losing yourself to him as each pump hit your spot and caused your legs to shake.
“Oh, Kenny, This is so fucking good” You drawled sexily into his ear, you hot breath tickling his neck.
You didn’t want to get caught having sex on your first day of work, but you didn’t care anymore. Your head flung back, and you let out a loud moan that echoed down the hallway.
“You just wait till I get you back to the hotel later, I’m gonna make you cum so many times!”
His strokes quickly became sloppy and uneven, you could feel his body tightening as he grew closer his own climax.
“You ready? I’m so close.” He grunted out between deep animalistic thrusts. He was initially conservative with his moans, but as things heated up, he’d gotten louder.
You nodded as his thumb pressed down on your clit, that was all you needed for your pussy to clamp down on him and waves of pleasure to run through your body. Your lashes fluttered as the coil in your stomach came undone and shot bolts of pleasure all over your body.
Your noses brushed as with one final thrust he pulled out, Chanting out your name as he jerked himself into your body, covering you with shots of his burning hot cum. His body slumping against yours as it relaxed, his heart rate slowly returning to normal as he buried his head in your hair.
“I needed that so badly” He hummed, cradling you gently in his arms. “Imagine if someone caught us!” He chuckled, brushing your hair out of your face.
You heard a cough and a quick shuffle down the hallway, You both looked at each other with a confused face. “Was that… Marty?”
Dan Fenton was thirty seven. He was happily divorced, had two kids he loved beyond comprehension, and had somehow managed to keep his secret intact all these years. …or at least he’d thought he had. The letter that had come yesterday seemed to indicate otherwise.
It was a plain envelope with no return address and a postmark for a south Florida. Inside the letter held nothing but a typed set of numbers and a date: 19.8653+g.x, 84.6201-g.y, 26.6341+g.z, January 19th.
They were coordinates, but not for anywhere in the human world. It bothered Dan quite a bit that some random person in Florida knew him well enough to send him coordinates for somewhere in the Ghost Zone. But as he’d gotten the letter on the 18th, he had very little time to make any sort of decision; everything in the Ghost Zone moved and drifted at random. Whatever was at those coordinates would only be there on that particular day.
Perhaps he should have thought it through a bit more, but he was more curious than cautious. Drifting through the Ghost Zone on the 19th with nothing but a handheld locator, he soon stumbled across the floating island currently inhabiting that spot.
After hovering for a few moments, studying the place, Dan landed on an edge and started exploring. The strange ghost-trees gave way to a clearing. In the midst of the silent clearing - devoid of any movement or past-life, stood a huge black tent with a white painted skull across the front. Bones decorated the wires holding the tent upright.
“This doesn’t seem creepy at all,” Dan muttered sarcastically as he walked slowly up to it. “But there’s something familiar about it…” It wasn’t until he was running his fingers across the tent wall that he remembered. “Circus Gothica?” Dan had lots of nightmares, but none really stacked up to his short and unwelcome career in the circus. “What… the… hell…?”