#keiran and ann hours

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Okay...so I am using an idea I mentioned before. This is when Keiran finds out he has a thing for....thighs

So Anni is fighting with Kieran and Kieran is doing his usual thing of not actually hitting her and just dodging and being a cocky asshole, calling her petnames like sweetheart, princess, doll and she is getting super pissed, he then says something super dirty and suggestive and Anni decides to pull this move out --->XXXX (there are many so feel free to use any of the examples lol)

When Anni does that Keiran ends up on the floor, her thighs wrapped around his head and hes like shocked at how she just suddenly took him to the ground and how he has a pair of thighs wrapped around his head so hes kinda like....."thighs-" and he's just sitting there. Anni thought she concussed him and he's just blankly staring at the sky. She tries to get up but he yanks her back down and holds her in place with a huge smirk on his face and for once he actually has a blush on his face. You can decide what happens next...hehe

(tsym! I really appreciate and feel free to change anything you'd like!)

[ thighs. || simp party. ]

Warnings: Kinky smut.

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: N-no comment..

Word count: 2,193

Anni situated herself in the center of the ring, facing Keiran as he set his stance. He looked so focused, his brow set as he got himself ready. She realized that it had probably been a very long time since he had actually fought her— lately he hasn't been bothering her due to the simple fact that he just didn't have time with it. At least, without the intention to kill. But something about his face, set into a look that she couldn’t quite read and covered slightly by a bit of blond hair that was hanging in his face, made her heart skip a beat.

He was an attractive man. She knew that. She had heard from Royce almost constantly about how much of how many ladies plead their life by offering Keiran their 'services', which he refuses by slaughtering them. But she hadn’t really gotten a good look at him. He was always looking down. And he had definitely never looked at her with this much focus in his eyes before.

“Hit me,” he commanded, though there was a hint of teasing in his tone. Like he was actually looking forward to finally taunting her.

“What?”

“Throw a punch. Hit me. I wanna see you try, doll.”

Anni throws a quick punch with her right hand. He blocked it without even thinking. She tried again. And then tried a kick. Tried to get a new angle. Tried to sweep his legs out. She had tried everything she could think of, everything she tried being easily blocked or dodged. She was starting to get tired out, and Keiran hadn’t even thrown a punch. She threw another punch, aiming straight for his face, only for him to grab her fist.

Before she knew it, he had pulled her into a chokehold, her back pressed firmly against his chest, and his arm wrapped around her neck as his other hand twisted her arm behind her. Anni could feel him breathing, just as steady as usual, and she had to wonder if he could feel how flustered she was as her body pressed against his. Anni could tell her heart was picking up, but she hoped that if he could feel it, he’d just dismiss it instead of bringing it up.

“You're so easy to mess with,” He muttered, his mouth so much closer to her ear than she had expected. Anj could feel her cheeks heating up as his breath made her hair move just a little.

“S-shut up,” She managed to choke out. Keiran smirked. Quickly escaping his grasp before he could even realize she had slipped from his fingers, spinning on her heel to face him— when he was about to reach his hand to yank her towards him once again, she was quick on her feet and used it as an opportunity to surprise him with a move. Before he knew it, he was slammed onto the ground with thighs tightly wrapped around his neck— he swore he felt his pants tighten.

“Fuck…” He drew out. Anni didn’t know if it was on purpose, but she saw his tongue dart out and flicker across his lips for just a moment. He leaned his head up to look at her plush thighs a bit more until his mouth was next to her flesh, his lips nearly brushing against, “You know, Doll, if you wanted to do something else, you could’ve just asked. You know I have a weakness for thighs.”

Anni swallowed deeply as she felt his warm breath brush against her thighs. It sent a shock down her spine. She wanted to say something, only for the words to get jumbled in her mouth. She felt like a babbling idiot as her breathing refused to steady enough to let her get a single word out. And she felt a cold, empty feeling creep into her chest as he pulled back slightly, leaving her wanting more. The tension between them was palpable, and she had been awake for long enough that she was starting to lose her impulse control. As Keiran leaned back, letting his grasp slip from squishing her thighs and smirking in a way that told her that he was proud of himself for people able to get under her skin so effectively, she couldn’t stop herself. Before she knew it, she had flipped him onto his back, taking his metaphorical spot on top.

Anni had caught him off guard once again, and the surprised look on his face told her that. But she had to admit he looked just as good down there as he did when he was holding her in that chokehold.

“Oh, you’re feisty,” He said, shifting to make himself comfortable, “But what’s your plan, Doll? Go on?”

Anni knew that he was egging her on, just trying to get her to do something. And it was working. She had been holding back the entire time. And her will was wearing thin. She had now been onto his chest, her thighs right near his face as she glared down at him. She pulled him up a bit by the collar of his shirt, meeting him halfway in a passionate kiss. It was sloppy, but she really wasn't going to complain. Anni didn’t mind the clumsiness to it, especially once he sat up the rest of the way, pulling her even closer to him. Without even realizing it, she had started to grind against him, rolling her hips without meaning to. He groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place as he pulled away.

It was then that she realized exactly what she had been doing. Her face was flushed, her hair was a mess from him running his hand through it, and she could feel the thumb of his hand press into the skin of her stomach since her shirt had started to slide up. She looked utterly desperate. He contemplated for a moment, and she waited, despite wanting so badly to keep going. Before long though, he nodded, giving her the sign to go ahead.

Anni freed his cock in second, moving quickly out of need. It was nice for both of her to finally have all of their clothes discarded, and he was a sight to see. Keiran was modeled like a Greek god, and she couldn’t keep her hands off of him. She tried her best not to rush things, giving his cock a few soft pumps and kitten licks before taking it into her mouth. He was trying not to groan just as hard as she had been as she bobbed her head, sucking desperately. He was big enough that she had a hard time fitting him all the way into her mouth, so she added a hand at the bottom to pump as well.

He started to buck into her mouth as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. It was like a work of art to watch him writhe in pleasure as she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth, until she was gagging on his cock. His abs were starting to flex a bit on their own, and she could tell that he was getting close. And she pulled away.

“Fuck, that isn’t fair,” he groaned, trying his best to quiet his voice. But he couldn’t complain about the view as she pulled away, a string of saliva running from the tip of his cock to her perfect lips.

“Do something about it then,” she said, feeling bolder than she had expected herself to be. And he took her invitation to heart. He smirked, yanking her up towards, and on his lap.

“Keep them pressed together,” the blonde advises her, nudging the space where her two thighs meet with his cock. “As tight as you can, alright?”

Anni gives a small nod, looking back at him to see him trained on the flesh of her legs, his hand squishing one before guiding himself between them. The feeling of his length sliding in, slick with her spit from sucking him off earlier, had her squeezing her thighs together more, trying to make the fit as tight as she can for him. It seems to be good, because he lets out a groan and pistons his hips all the way forward, until his skin was against the back of her thighs and the head was peeking out from the other side.

A few experimental thrusts were given following the first push, liquid smooth rolls of his hips that were accompanied by his pretty, breathy voice.

“Good— keep it like that. F-fuckin love your thighs, God.”

He’s gorgeous, she thinks, with his hair disheveled and hanging in his face, eyes trained on where his cock was slipping in and out of, mouth parted to let words and sighs of pleasure - he was angelic. Watching him like this made her body feel hot, every praise falling from him adding to the fire that was igniting. She wonders if he’ll come like this. The idea of his cum splattering along the inside of her thighs, marking her, has her tensing, clenching around nothing. She hope he’ll really fuck her after he’s done. The way he loses his composure over time is a vision. His head falls forward and his hips fuck in faster, less paced and controlled in their movement. She can tell he’s getting close, by the way he grabs her hip and murmurs - his words less calculated and more like they were just falling from his lips.

Keiran finally stopped fucking her thighs— His lips were on hers in an instant, muffling her moans as he slowly pushed into her, filling her up completely. She couldn’t help herself as she scratched down his perfect back, leaving large claw marks down the muscles of his back. She threw her head back as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock already found the spot that made her eyes roll back into her head. It felt as though he was made for her, the way he felt so perfect inside of her.

Keiran started to move slowly, thrusting softly as though he was scared to break her. Even then, he hit all of the right spots, but she needed more. Anni needed him to take her completely. And so she started to move with him, thrusting her own hips up in time with him, pulling him even deeper into her.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, “Goddamn, doll, you feel amazing. It’s taking everything in me not to fuck you with everything I’ve got.”

“Do it. Please.”

Keiran looked at her surprised, still not fully believing that this was real, let alone that she was here, begging him to let go and ravish her. He searched her face for any sign of doubt, and found none. She wanted him, and that made him feel more worthy of her attention than he had before. He smirked at how desperate she was— usually she's stubborn and stoic towards him.

“Keiran, please, I need you,” Anni whined, and he felt the walls of her cunt tighten around him. And he couldn’t control himself anymore. His thrusts were hard enough to actually slide her forward on the floor, causing her to wrap her leg around his waist. She was starting to see stars as he continuously pounded into her, hitting the right spots every single time. She couldn’t keep quiet, fucking him was better than anything she had imagined. And so he moved a hand over her mouth to help keep her quiet.

The two of them were a sweaty mess, completely focused on each other’s bodies. She couldn’t think of a single thing besides him. Keiran and his stupid, perfect body, and his cock so deep inside of her that she forgot what it felt like to not have him pounding into her. The rest of the world was more than irrelevant, it was forgotten entirely.

“Fuck, babe, I’m so close,” He groaned into her ear, making her eyes roll back into her head again. She was close too. And as his cock hit deep inside of her again, she felt the coil in her stomach snap. The walls of her pussy fluttered and flexed around his cock as she came undone again. Velvety, warm, and wet, massaging his cock as she screamed into his hand. He couldn’t hold it back. He buried himself in her one last time, rougher than before even, and sprayed hot ropes of cum inside of her, filling her up even more.

Anni couldn’t remember her own name when he was done. The world around her felt as though it wasn’t real. Everything felt warm and fuzzy, the only cold coming in as Keiran pulled out of her, leaving her empty and exposed to the air. He collapsed onto the ground next to her, pulling her to his chest. She felt his breath heave in time with her own. It was the first time in a long time that either of them felt at peace with each other.

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Sten Hugo Hiller - KOTM - Daemonade

Mountain Climbing Mecha Combat

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Highlighting the March 3321 Daemonade.

I was for the third cycle in my career on the K1. First time in `04 I landed 3 bronzes, second time, in `17, I got nothing.

The brackets had been changed, the lowest ordinary invitee was the legendary Deborah Roache-Hudak at lvl 220. Of course the four special invitees was present: John Mainer of the Bunnies (171), Bing Paculan from T.I.o.M.T. (151) and German Jaramillo from Northwind Dragons (143). And me (126) Half of the ordinary opponents was more than twice my level, and had corresponding skill points. While I might have a 20 % boost to damage most of them had an average of around 50%.

But I felt elated. This was a new event, with the brand new Daemon mech as centerpiece. Since the mech was recently unveiled, only those who speed leveled it would get it to a high level. I had a stash of crystals tucked away for leveling, but decided to try and challenge the Titans. My budget didn’t allow for a full formation, but with lots of mining I might get an 80% formation in play. Upgrading proved costly, a late upgrade sale (after the mechs had gotten past lvl 15) reduced the costs a bit. (from 210 to 195 crystals each)

The last hurdle was to decide what two support mechs to use. Anything up to 60 tons were allowed. I wanted to use my Fides, but as it had the same tonnage, that would have ment less equipment for my Daemons. Instead I got my Novums ready, and then it hit me. The opposing Daemons were mostly a smokescreen. The real opponents would be the two fully leveled mechs, with or without Daemons. To late to back out, more than 7000 crystals had been spent on this project, and the scramble was less than an hour away.

I stood at one of the higher foothills, the sight was clear and on the top I could see Fabio Favaro, and Shawn Wretham on the highest slope. They were out of reach for me yet, but a bit of climbing should fix that. Of course, that ment shouldering someone else aside. Shaking my head of being in a situation where German Jaramillo was considered my easiest target I started my run. After a dozen or so tries I managed to exchange places. A few tries against Favaro told me this was an Quicotich quest, but new arrivals sent me back to the foothills, so it seemed a moot point. Some sparring convinced me there were people I absolutely should stay away from, Sherriff Leary Wreatham`s Giftmechs were lethal, And Terry Cole`s Vizi led force were of the beat once in twenty five tries, perhaps. But my energy and hatorades was dwindling at an alarming rate, so I made a mental toss as to when it would end. The answer to all the difficult questions are rumored to be 42, so that was my new aim.

At T+ 40m,30s I readied my remaining supers and struck. Don Davis had no Daemons, but his two mechs were plenty tough enough. I got to the slopes and managed a few runs against Fabio. Second run had him reduced to four mechs, so perhaps maybe? Then I was sent down to the foothills again and had to climb back up. A few more tries at the top and a new comeback. This cycle repeated itself until I was out of energy at T+ 43m,20s. I was once again sent packing to the foothills, and about half a minute later it was over. Those who stood victorious at the tops and got Nephilax, Gold and fame this time were:

Div 1 (28 players): Fabio Favaro, Juggernaut (13m,51s) Div 2 (14 players): Walter Doman, Juggernaut (1h,23m) Div 3 (24 players): Bernard Johnson, The Isle of Misfit Toys (4h,46m) Div 4 (35 players): Roman Himmelhan, Death`s Collector`s (2m,7s) Div 5 (33 players): Carlos Chin, Heroes Shadow Brigade (47s) Div 6 (37 players): Patrick Kennon, Knights of Chaos (42s) Div 7 (22 players): Kris Tolson, Steampunk Dragons (12h,19s) Div 8 (30 players): Spike Slavik, Emerald Dragons (30m,30s) Div 9 (34 players): Daniel Anderson, Death`s Jackals (25m,49s) Div 10 (16 players): Beowulf1313, 144th Caissan Light Cav. (7m,39s) Div 11 (18 players): Unbeliever Aza, Arctic Warfare (4m,54s) Div 12 (15 players): Keiran Gallant (1d,7h)

Total Participants: 326, Total Medals: 179 (of 180 Possible)

Scramble lasted for about 44 minutes. During that time eight Golds changed hands, two in the last minute. One Gold was held for more than a day. Juggernaut Claimed the top two Golds. Unaligned Keiran Gallant got Gold in div 12. None managed to repeat the wins from Ratman.

Again nobody came forth to be interviewed. Guess many are still struggling on in the raid. Fresh winners wanting to be interviewed can get in touch after the

Upcoming event: Anzu Zoo You can use any mechs you want, provided all but two are Anzu`s. The last two can be Anzu, Red Ant or Warhorse. Using other mechs will just leave a hole in your formation. So get those speed demons ready, and blow up the enemy, not yourself.

Event ends March 28 between 2300 and 2359 New York Time