#khan bike

[ghostinthegallery]

How about 11, what's a WIP you'd like to finish someday?

I desperately need to finish my WIP of the White Scars calling in that hunt they declared on Obyron and Zahndrekh. Everyone gets stuck in ice caves. There might be a hot spring. Duels and drama and the Zahndrekh not really appreciating the danger of the situation because of course Obyron can handle it 😊 (Obyron is desperately trying to handle it with decidedly mixed results)

[theinfinitedivides]

babe. babe wake up Shah Rukh gifted John Abraham a motorbike after Pathaan's success new in-canon lore just dropped

[icd-10lewis]

Bikers as they are

I'll definitely make a set of postcards or calendars out of summer primarchs's pictures. But in the meantime - since I'm watching Sons of Anarchy - A THOUSAND SONS OF ANARCHY CHAOS IMPERIUM. And other bike club members. (Still made by Shedevrum with my tiny Ph)

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

Alexandria: Hello my precious grandson, it has been over a month since I last saw you. How was your scouting trip?

Canis: It was great! We met these raiders and things were tense for a minute but then we got into a trick competition on the motorcycles and now we're friends. They sold me some sick new hair dye. Their leader is named Papa and he calls his lodge the wolf den, I think you'd like him!

Alexandria: It sounds like I would. I'll have to send them a gift for treating my kin so kindly. Tell me, what was the name of this group?

Canis: The Great Khans!

Alexandria:

Alexandria: The what.

[salmankhanholics]

★ -May 22, 2023 

[lyricsolution-com]

Salman Khan Drops Pics With Father Salim Khan’s First Bike | People News

Mumbai: The Bollywood superstar Salman Khan, who was recently seen in a cameo role in the theatrical film ‘Singham Again’, has shared a picture with his father, legendary screenwriter Salim Khan, and the latter’s first bike. On Thursday, the actor took to his Instagram, and shared two pictures. The first picture shows Salman looking at his father as the latter sat on his bike. The second picture…

[inspirationalperson]

Salman Khan Bike collection

[nanenna]

Detective Work on the Other Side

We getting into my own HCs now, enjoy the lore!

Sleep King Master post (it should actually work this time)

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It felt weird sitting in the Specter Speeder as Phantom with his parents. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d finally told his parents himself, but just like Jazz had said they’d loved and accepted him as is. Danny was still getting used to it.

Danny pointed out the windshield, “That island there should be good.” It was little more than an oversized boulder with some grass on it, but it was big enough for the speeder and was pretty close to Johnny and Kitty’s lair, so it would do. Once they landed, the three Fentons disembarked so Danny could let the lovers out of Soup Time.

“Ugh, finally!” Johnny griped once they were set free.

Danny crossed his arms, “How do you keep getting into Amity? We put extra protections on the portal, no one should be able to get through.”

“Your dinky portal isn’t the only one in the whole world,” Kitty said with an eye roll.

“You just gotta know where to look,” Johnny added with a wink.

“Well stop it! I don’t want to have to repeat a grade!”

“Then stop chasing us. Jeez, no one’s forcing you.”

“Danny, sweetie,” Mom interrupted, “ask them about the summoning.”

“Summoning?” Kitty asked, perking up.

“It’s really concerning,” Dad said while scratching his head.

“Yeah, I was asleep so I don’t really remember it but I got summoned last night.”

“How’d you sleep through a summoning?” Kitty asked incredulously with a sneer.

Johnny just nodded, “Damn, wish I could sleep through a summoning.”

“I don’t know!” Danny threw his hands up in the air. “The really weird part is they were trying to summon Pariah!”

That got Johnny and Kitty to stop laughing. “Oh shit, really?”

“Johnny! Don’t cuss around the baby!” Kitty smacked his arm lightly.

“You owe the swear jar,” Dad boomed eagerly.

Johnny just rolled his eyes.

“That’s what we were told,” Mom cut in. “There was a cult that was trying to summon the Ghost King and somehow got Danny.”

“Wait, were they trying to summon Pariah by name or the Ghost King title?” Kitty asked eagerly.

“Ghost King,” Mom said decisively.

“Oh no,” Danny said. His grades may be in the toilet, but even he could put two and two together. “No, there’s no way I’m the Ghost King!”

“Maybe,” Kitty said while looking Danny up and down.

“Not like it means anything,” Johnny said airily.

Danny thought the matter over, “How does it not mean anything?”

“Well Pariah just declared himself the Ghost King one day, others only listened because he forced them to. And it’s not like we need a king, we’ve had the council ever since.”

“Ugh, stupid eye balls,” Danny griped. “But yeah, if he just decided to make himself king I guess it doesn’t really mean anything.”

Mom sighed deeply, “You mean like Alexander the Great? Or Ghengis Khan? Or William the Conquerer? Or anyone else from history who declared himself in charge and then killed anyone who didn’t listen?”

Danny drooped, “Okay, so maybe it does matter. But how would that even work? Why am I the Ghost King now?”

“Dunno,” Johnny said with a shrug. “It’s not like you even have the crown or ring.”

“No, Pariah still has the ring and last I saw the crown Vlad had it.”

“Good old Vladdie,” Dad boomed eagerly, “holding onto a powerful artifact like that to keep it safe!”

“So shouldn’t Vlad be the new Ghost King?” Danny asked with a shudder.

“Well the summoning circle thinks you earned the title somehow, so I guess it’s you now.” Johnny snickered as he got on his bike, Kitty quickly hopping on behind him. “Anyway, see ya ‘round, your majesty.” Johnny sneered the last part, then the pair both laughed like Johnny had just told the best joke ever as he zoomed off.

“Well I’m proud of you!” Dad slapped Danny’s back so hard he face planted. “Fighting that nasty Ghost King was really brave of you, and look at you now! Our boy, the Ghost King!” Dad wiped away a tear of deep paternal pride.

Danny had already floated himself up off the ground and dusted himself off, completely unharmed. “Thanks Dad, that means a lot.” And it really did! He was used to his parents being proud of him, not for his grades obviously, but just… in general. Or something. To have his dad say he’s proud of things Danny did as Phantom just… hit different.

“Is there anyone we can ask about this? The council that ruffian mentioned?” Mom looked thoughtful.

“Ugh no, the council hates my guts for some reason.”

“Well… if they’ve been in charge since Pariah was put in the sarcophagus and you’re the king now, maybe they feel threatened?” Dad asked, rubbing his chin.

“That’s probably it, sweetiepie. They’re just threatened by you.” Mom gently pat his arm.

“That’s so weird! I don’t even want to be king, I’d probably be a terrible one anyway.”

Dad gasped, “Danno! That’s just not true! Sure, you’re a bit young to be king now, but in a few years I bet you’d be a great king!”

“Pass.” Danny did not want to add a crown to his disaster of a life. Especially if it meant he’d have to be a bully to make others listen to him anyway, it’s not like anyone listened to Pariah.

“So honey, anyone else we can ask about the Ghost King? Or summoning circles? I’m really worried about you randomly getting summoned by creepy cults.” And boy, did Mom have a point about that! Yikes!

“Uh… maybe Frostbite?” The yeti did keep calling him “Great One” and that had to mean something, right? And if not he could hopefully point them in the right direction.

“Wonderful!” Mom chirped as she started herding Danny back into the Speeder. “And along the way you can answer a few small questions about your fight with Pariah.”

“I’m sorry about taking the Ecto-skeleton without asking,” Danny blurted out, face turning green as it grew colder.

“It’s alright, baby boy,” Mom pinched his cheek, “we understand why you did it and why you felt you had to at the time. But never do it again, okay?”

“Yeah,” Danny said miserably as they got back into the speeder. Once Danny had pointed them in the direction of the Far Frozen, he sat criss cross applesauce in the air. “So uh… questions?”

“Oh yeah! What questions did you have, fudgecakes?”

“Well…” Mom started but hesitated before continuing slowly. “This sounds like it might be a right of conquest situation.”

Danny had no idea what that meant. Well he knew what the words individually meant, and he had a pretty good idea what the phrase meant generally, but he had no idea what the rules or details were.

“Was this an official challenge?” Mom asked when Danny only stared blankly at her.

“Uh… maybe?” Danny tried thinking back to the fight, “What would make it an official challenge?”

“Did the Ghost King say he accepted your challenge? Or challenge you?”

“He uh…” Danny tried to remember the times he’d bantered with Pariah. “He said he accepted my terms,” Danny said with a squeak near the end.

Mom just nodded, “Right, so it sounds like a challenge. And did you take his crown at any point in the fight?”

Danny tried to remember the end of the fight, and well… “Yeah, I knocked it off him right before shoving him back into the sarcophagus. But Vlad had the key that actually locked it, and then he had the crown the last time I saw it.”

“Danny, sweetie, Vlad didn’t challenge the Ghost King to single combat, and he didn’t take the crown as part of that challenge.”

“Oh,” was all Danny could say as the realization of what he’d unwittingly done sank in. “Well… shit.”

[i-am-aprl]

A child tied to the back of a bike whilst fleeing with his family under the rain from Khan Younis city Southern Gaza Strip!!

[ms--lobotomy]

Maybe you celebrate Easter. Maybe you celebrate Trans Day of Visibility. Maybe you celebrate both, or neither. I am here to make those holidays infinitely worse or better, depending on how you look at this post. Special thanks to @squishyowl for giving me the parameters to calculate their (hard) schmeat sizes.

Without further adieu, Primarch cock descriptions. and also kind of how they fugg

LION EL'JONSON- 11 inches, 27 cm. Untrimmed and uncut. He shows a godly amount of restraint to you. Behind closed doors, he's much softer than he lets on. As far as girth goes, he's in the middle of the road... for a Primarch. He may not be the most experienced of his brothers, but he's going to do a thorough job anyways.

???- Dick fell off.

FULGRIM- 10 inches, 25 cm. Long and slender. You may expect a piercing, but he does not want to mar his natural appearance (at least before the Heresy.) Shaves religiously. He likes when his partner can't move, when they squirm underneath him, though he'll have a hard time admitting this.

PERTURABO- 7 inches, 18 cm. The smallest cock on the list, but he more than makes up for it while he is using it. He's got a bit of girth to him, but he can still fit in your mouth. Somewhat. His hands engulf your head as he pushes you down on him. Once he's out, tell him how good he feels.

JAGHATAI KHAN- 13 inches, 33 cm. The fastest one out of the Primarchs as far as each thrust goes. It curves up when erect, not unlike a scimitar. Veiny, but not strikingly so. Even though he's exceptionally fast, he likes being ridden. Especially on his bike.

LEMAN RUSS- 14 inches, 35 cm. He's uncut and hairy down there, he's never shaved his bush. He's also girthy. But what's most remarkable about him is his knot. This makes it hard for him not to breed his partners, where applicable. He'll hold you down and lock himself in on you, holding you down on him with his massive hands.

ROGAL DORN- 10 inches, 25 cm. He's circumcised and he keeps a clean shave. He's girthy, but not unbearably so. He enjoys tying up his partner and watching them melt as he goes down on them. Ever stoic, his expression rarely changes as he plows through you. Also a fan of doing it in his office.

KONRAD CURZE- 9 inches, 23 cm. Veiny, almost paper white, and uncut. He's not a gentle lover, especially considering his size. Usually there will be blood involved, and usually it is yours. He doesn't normally just use his cock; if he can reach you, he'll be biting you. And if not, he'll draw blood anyways.

SANGUINIUS- 8 inches, 20 cm. Surprisingly girthy, with low-hanging balls. He's uncut, but his bush is usually trimmed. He doesn't just use his cock, he bites where he can and envelopes you in his wings. He's gentle... for the first five minutes. He'll leave the most marks out of any of the Primarchs, prompting you to cover up the day after.

FERRUS MANUS- 17 inches, 43 cm. Lord have mercy. He is the most well-endowed Primarch, with balls to match. He'll hold you down with his cool silver hands as he pushes himself in. He's gentle, far more than he lets on, but he is still a Primarch. He's become quite the aftercare giver.

???- Penis serious, Penis delirious. Penis in the woods, call that penis mysterious

ANGRON- 9 inches, 23 cm. The arena had not been kind, as he is scarred in several places around it. Fortunately, no blade has ever found its way there. He isn't gentle, not one bit, even if he is chained down. The Nails eat at his head, screaming for bloodshed. He thrusts faster in a vain attempt to block out the agony in his head.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- 8 inches, 20 cm, and girthy. Despite his size being closer to normal for a baseline human, it's harder to fit it in due to his circumference. With some lube and determination, though, you can make it work. He likes putting it in you and watching you try to keep your composure before you inevitably slip up.

MORTARION- 11 inches, 27 cm. It's long and gaunt on him, but it's still massive in your hand. He's one of the more sensitive Primarchs, but he'd prefer if that fact were kept under wraps. Gentle touch gets him going like nothing else. And once he gets going, you'll get to bear firsthand witness to the endurance he's known for.

MAGNUS THE RED- The bastard can change his dick size on a whim. He already knows what size would make you feel best, and he can open up more than one hole at once using the Warp. He doesn't even have to touch you to open you up, turning you into an incomprehensible mess in front of him.

HORUS LUPERCAL- 12 inches, 30 cm. The most striking thing about it is the Prince Albert that adorns it, a simple iron thing with a dull shine. Even if by some miracle you're on top, he'll always be the dominant partner, and if you have the ability you are most definitely bearing his children at some point.

LORGAR AURELIAN- 11 inches, 28 cm. You weren't expecting the second shortest Primarch to pack so much, were you? Golden tattoos come close to it, but he hadn't the will to cover himself there. You'll spend a lot of time with him; he'll use his tongue for hours on end before finally gratifying himself.

VULKAN- 10 inches, 26 cm. He's warm all over, and below the belt is no exception. In the cold reaches of space, he's a great comfort. Even if he's not the biggest of the Primarchs, he likes watching you struggle on him. He's girthy, and he likes to choke you with it too. Gives the best aftercare.

CORVUS CORAX- 11 inches, 27 cm. He's long, slender, and he keeps a close shave. He's a gentle lover when you're properly going at it and not hiding your risque behavior while in public. He'll hold your hands and whisper praises into your ear, even if he has to bend himself at an uncomfortable angle.

ALPHARIUS- 8 inches, 21 cm. He's hairless, circumcised, and his balls are almost unnaturally even. You've seen many an Alpha Legion cock, and they all look similar. He likes to finish in his partner, leaving no trace that he was there except for the slightly odd hobble you have the next day.

[stupjam]

design sketch for the tiger bike suit! in extreme-g 2 they added drivers that were kinda gijinkas of the bikes. i liked Grimace and Mooga. unfortunately Khan didn't return.

[moociaoafterdark]

The last post was a rhetorical question, but, glad you guys want to hear me out!

Anyway, the Imperial Palace is haunted. "Haunted".

Surely, there are no such things as ghosts, right?

Except, when the Raven Guard Astartes began to report things disappearing when you don't look at them and also seeing pale ghostly figure stalking the hallways, people began to tense up, even though some just brushed it off as them confusing a ghost for one of their own. When the Custodes began to back up the Raven Guard's claims, the Primarchs got involved.

So, the main ghost hunting squad consists of Horus, Sanguinius, Corvus and Alpharius (and Omegon, but, shh). If we assign them the "Mystery Gang" roles, then Horus is Fred, Sanguinius is Daphne, Corvus is Velma and Alpharius is either Shaggy and Omegon is Scooby, or it's the other way around. No one notices the changes anyway.

A lot of their methods include things like a ouija board (from which they learned many interesting things about the ghost, particularly how many pickles it can shove up its ass), asking the ghost questions in the dark room, taunting the ghost (and screaming like little girls when the ghost retaliates), using a radio to try to communicate with it... That kind of stuff. A lot of the times, Corvus tries to negotiate with the ghost by offering Horus a sacrifice, much to Sanguinius' annoyance. Surprisingly, Horus doesn't really mind becoming a sacrifice (he thinks he can fight the ghost off) (he can't do shit). Alpharius and Omegon are both amused, however they initially didn't take the hauntings seriously. As time went on, though, they slowly started to plan their way out of the group.

The gang then turned to Lorgar for help. Their research led them to find out that numerous religions, in the past, had ways to ward off ghosts. Perhaps Lorgar can do something? Lorgar decided that a religious sacrifice could potentially pacify the paranormal ("No, Corvus, we are not sacrificing Horus"). He ordered Alpharius and Omegon to find and bring a small animal that they could sacrifice, while Lorgar prepared the salt, the candles and the prayers. Alpharius brought a little white rabbit from the Palace's kitchen. Sanguinius was sad to see such cutie get sacrificed, he made sure to give that rabbit some pats before the ritual. When the right time came, the Primarchs, all 6 of them now, stood in the circle made out of salt, in the room that was pitch black safe for some lit candles. Lorgar read the prayers and tried to stab the rabbit in order to kill it. The dagger, instead, bent to the side, as if the animal was made out of steel. The white rabbit then became possessed and jumped onto Alpharius, trying to bite through his helmet... And almost succeeding, had Sanguinius not grabbed and tossed the vermin out from the circle. Despite being tossed by a Primarch with full force, the rabbit didn't even break a sweat, instead preparing to pounce on its next victim. Thankfully it was put down by Horus and a couple of shots from his bolter pistol that he thankfully brought with himself. The killer rabbit was dead and Lorgar felt despair. Why didn't his faith in their father stop the malicious presence? He will make that ghost pay! Feeling wronged, he joins the ghost hunting squad and helps keep the group together and to coordinate the rituals.

Magnus thinks he can crack the case himself. He gets the photo evidence of paranormal activity, however, his recording skills are subpar. The photos and videos are blurry as fuck, as if Magnus covered the lense with a thick coat of vaseline beforehand. No one believes him or takes his evidence as, well, actual evidence... Except Jaghatai. His bike has been acting weird lately. Sometimes it turns on all by itself, drives itself for a good distance, sometimes it refuses to turn on, or strange things pop out on the display. Something is messing with his bike and the Great Khan is REALLY pissed at this. And, so far, he only trusts Magnus with this, so, they become a ghost hunting duo. Through the series of unfortunate events, the two have to race away from the pissed off ghost, with Magnus clinging onto Jagh and yelling "DRIVE FASTER, I'M SCARED".

The ghost also visited the Night Haunter himself. When Konrad realized he had an intruder he looked at the ghost, who decided to appear to him as a demonic looking old woman, taller than Konrad himself. Their eyes locked together and Konrad just... smiled, his rotting teeth revealed by a wide grin. He and the Night Lords were never bothered by the ghost again after that.

When news reached Roboute of what was happening in the Imperial Palace, he just made a shocked face and went "Oh no... Anyway!" and then went back to drinking the finest of wines you could find on Ultramar, while basking under Macragge's sun. Jackass.

Ferrus and Rogal were both working on the project together and didn't even notice the ghost. At some point, the ghost became a third participant: holding a hammer or shinning a light where it was needed. When Ferrus and Rogal realized what was happening, they just... Went back to work and continued to exploit the ghost. They would never say no to free labour.

[melhindips]

Day 342

🇵🇸 40+ Palestinians killed in Gaza today

‼️ UN expert: Palestinians face ‘deliberate starvation’ by Israel that is ‘killing more people than bombs & bullets’

🇺🇸 Biden-Harris administration approve potential $164.6m sale of tank carriers to Israel

⚖️ Israel is lobbying US Congress members to pressure South Africa to drop its ICJ genocide case

🇵🇸 Nuseirat (central): Yesterday’s IOF attack on school housing 12,000 displaced people killed 18 incl. 6 UN staff. More bombing today on homes killed 6+

🇵🇸 4 killed in airstrike on home + 1 killed while riding a bike in Khan Younis (south). Israel killed 5 Palestinians across north Gaza

👋 2nd senior IOF intelligence commander resigns over Oct 7 failure

🇱🇧 IOF attack kills 3+ incl. a child in south Lebanon

West Bank:

‼️ Israeli attacks kill 50 in 15 days

🇵🇸 Tulkarem: IOF forces disguise as women, storm hospital & detain 2 injured kids. IOF killed 3 during raid, blocking medics on ground

🇵🇸 Hebron: IOF shot & injured 5 incl. a child

[druidwolf21]

Context: Since Khan has been disappeared in the Webway for 10k years, a current joke and the headcanon of some in the fandom is that he is banging Drukhari, being shipped with Lelith or he even will come back with a harem of those (because he is inspired in Genghis Khan, who had many wives from conquered territories). I'm not to found of this, but if gave me a idea for you to write (if you're familiar with Khan and the Drukhari, if not you can pass).

So, the idea is that reader is a Drukhari trueborn who she doesn't enjoy torture or having slaves (a rare case amount the Dark Eldar), but has to pretend she does for her own security, but actually she wants to leave Commoragh. So, one day Jaghatai is captured, torturee and put in the pits. She starts to visit him, pretending to torture him but she is actually being kind to him, give him food and water, win his trust and plan to scape together.

So after the scape, where she helps Khan before recover his sword and bike. They leave together somewhere, they start to have feelings for each other and they have sex. She is still a drukhari, so she toughts she could dominate him but quickly found out she can't top a Primarch. (They have a good time anyway).

YES

Yes

Yes

I love this so much anon!!

Sorry this took so long! I wanted to really capture the details you envisioned and I will not lie, I got completely enthralled with their lore and went down a rabbit hole.

I will be honest I finished this after taking a LOT of cold and flu meds so I apologize profusely if this isn't what you had in mind.

I hope you enjoy this!!

@beckyninja @lemon-russ @moodymisty @jaghatai-khock @thisuserislilsilly @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Freedom

Jaghatai Khan/drukhari reader

CW: violence, slavery, graphic depiction of injury, sexual content.

Cold stagnant air needled its way up your cloak and into your bones as you passed silently through the winding alleyways. The scent of bloody iron and fear hung in the air, and your lips twist in a grimace as you glancing upwards. Your gaze was filled with shifting shadows and Obsidian spires rising from the earth in twisted contortions as they reached towards a dark sky, devoid of warmth from its dying suns.

A monstrous world for a monstrous breed.

You should know, you were one of them.

You gathered your robe close about you, cupping the rough fabric against your slender frame and dragged your eyes back to the path. Your hand rested on the pommel of your sheathed dagger as you stalked past a sullen bounty hunter, his dark eyes following your lithe leather clad figure as you stalked past him.

"eyes down, half born" you hissed hands twitching in anticipation. The dark elder studied you for a moment, before realization flashed across his angular face and he shuddered slightly, before returning his gaze to the floor. A pent up breath shuddered between your lips and adrenaline flooded your body as you glowered once more at him before returning your narrowed gaze to your destination.

The inner city of Commoragh, dark and diseased, sprawled before you like a rotten carcass. The spires and towers stuck at jagged angles like weathered bones, overshadowed only by the twisted face of the titanic kabalite statues that stood hewed from rock and corpse. Rivers of crimson dripped from long slender faces and toothed maws , speckling the black statues with flashes of colour as slaves of all colour and creed were fed to the elements to continue the carving of their masters likeness into the world. Converging at the base of this shrine to depravity lay your objective.

The roar of the crowd thrummed in your bones as you stepped into the catacombs below the arena, above you the dull stamp of feet and clash of weapons reverberate, muted by the thick walls of the tunnels. You removed a bracket from the wall and allowed the flames to light your way as you sped down the corridor. Guards flicked their eyes to you before looking away as you passed lines of cages, the occupants of each alcove offering cries of rage and fear, other promising death in such sweet ways, the rattling of chains accompanying the song of the damned as it echoed after you. You wander around in the dark, trusting your instincts as you weaved through the maze like walls, running your hand along the bumps and grooves of the wall your journey ended abruptly with a dead end. A single dark cell, ancient ruins carved around the cindered brick and wright iron door in a great arch.

Throwing back your hood you dropped your head slightly, predatory eyes locked on the guards as you stalked towards the cell.

"filthy halfbreeds, away with you" you hissed, waving a long fingered hand at the guards. "Your stench makes me vomit"

The guards looked at each other and back at you, their porcelain skin shining in contrast to their pitch armour as they shifted uncomfortably. "The archon has requested.."

You cut him off with a vicious backhand, slamming the burning torch across the elf's face with such force his head swung back against the wall with a crack. "You DARE question me" you snarled, curling your arm back for another blow "do you have ANY idea who I am?!" You sneered down at the guard as he staggered upright, a hand clutched to his burnt face as dark blood bloomed under his skin in a spreading bruise. "You think I don't know the order of my own father?" You threw the now cindering bracket at his feet. "You! Take this sack of flesh and be gone from my sight, before I decide your blood is prettier painting the walls" you spat as the injured xenos grasped his companion and limped away.

A deep chuckle emanated from the dark of the cell as the eldar males rounded the corner and sprinted away.

"And here I thought you had no bite"

Running a hand along the door, the lock released with a groaning clunk. "I have to keep up appearances, unless you'd rather sit here and rot" you sighed as you stepped into the prison, pulling out a leather pouch and water flask. You tossed them into the corner and leant against the damp wall as the prisoner rose to his feet. He was tall, towering over you as he stretched and cracked his muscles, silver lines of scars peppered his defined torso as he reached for the water bottle, quaffing it easily. Long black hair hung in a ponytail over his back, brushing against the waistband of his tattered trousers. His handsome face was framed by an unkempt beard and faded red warpaint cracked on his forehead as he raised a brow at you. You shrugged under his stern gaze and turned your head away from him. "If you want out of here, it needs to be tonight" you muttered as you pushed off the wall and stepped towards him. "They're sending you into the pit again today, Khan. Finish up quickly and I'll be waiting for you as they bring you back in, we've waited long enough"

The primarch remained silent as he stared at you. Amber eyes unmoving and unblinking, you felt like a rabbit caught in the talons of a hawk. "You have been odd since the day I met you" he finally grumbled, tossing the empty water skin back at you. "But I have entertained your plots for long enough, tonight it is" Nodding at the warrior, you smirked slightly at the gleam in his eyes. "Just make sure you don't die out there, I've become oddly attached to you, warp knows why, it would be a shame if all this planning went to waste"

He rolled his eyes, snorting as he waved a callused and bloodied hand. "The only thing that will kill me at this point is listening to more of your xenos drivel"

"you've been here 3 months, one more night won't kill you, unless your bark is worse than your bite after all?"

"just be ready"

You chuckled softly as you stepped out of the cell and resealed the door.

"see you at the pit"

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The hungered baying of the crowds had only grown louder as the night approached, thousands of spectators crowing in glee as blood splattered the floor of the arena. Piles of offal and meat, the remains of the night's entertainment lay in discard piles, trickling streams of crimson gore into dirt.

You crouched in the shadow of the gladiatorial gate, hand pressed into the blood slicked wall for balance as you quivered. Euphoria and bile rising in your stomach as the pain and fear from the spectacle satiated your hunger but left your heart sickened as you watched it all unfold.

Jaghatai Kahn snarled as he lashed out, giant hand catching the helmed drukhari wych in a vice grip, crushing her skull like an egg before casting the twitching corpse aside and lunging for his next opponent. His long hair flew behind him as he charged forward, yanking a speeding reaver off his bike and slamming him into the floor with a sickening snap as the jet bike collided with the jagged wall. The crowds roared as he raised the fighter like a broken doll, wretching his body in half at the waist before tossing him to the mounting pile of corpses around his feet. As he stood, showered in ichor, his burnished eyes trailed the walls of the fighting pit until they landed on your lithe form, shrouded by the shadow of the wrought iron palisade. You gestured to the bike nodded.

It was time.

Khan lurched towards the smoking jet bike, hefting the smoldering metal above his head. "Xenos filthy!" He bellowed as he launched the mass into the stands, a manic grin creasing his features as the crowd screeched and scattered. As the mayhem ensued, you grasped the lever on the wall and yanked. Behind you, dozens of cage doors groaned open and the floor began to vibrate as dozens of captives sprinted down the lit tunnel towards the burning fight pit. You pressed your back flat against the sides as the prisoners stampeded past you and began flinging themselves into the panicking eldar. You felt the rolling tide of fear and pain emanating from the stand as the tormentors became victims of their own twisted blood sport.

Donning your helmet, you raised your splinter pistol into the air and fired, the familiar whine of the round as it left the chamber inciting further panic, allowing you to sprint forward into the fray, locating your ally with starling ease.

"go now"

He glared down at you, hands clenched into white knuckled fists before recognizing your voice and nodding, and storming towards the gate with your wiry figure in tow. Guards sprinted past you, noting your ranking in your hurrying to control the flow of battle as it threatened to spill into the streets of Commoragh.

"go go, I've got this one under control" you screeched, waving your free arm in the air to send them past, making a show of pressing the neurotoxic pistol into the man's back.

The row of cells was silent as you paced past, their occupants busy exacting bloody vengeance upon the rulers of the pit. A quick tap against a bracket to open a wall and suddenly the darkness consumed everything, pressing into you like a blanket. You felt jaghatai shift next you, muscles tensing at the sudden deprivation and you reached out to grasp his wrist before pulling him through the tunnel.

Each turn and divot played out in your memory as you carefully led the way through, one hand grasping a warm body as the other felt its way across the familiar nooks and crevices in the wall. The tunnel seemed endless, and with each step you could feel the Khan growing more and more tense. His distrust of you heightening with each passing moment and you could ill afford a pissed off primarch if your plan was going to work out.

"this tunnel will bring us out somewhere in the sprawls" you turned slightly as you spoke "it's all ruins, but it's close enough to the port and we can handle whatever lives out there easily. It's a good place to stop and reevaluate our next steps"

"very well, I have little choice but to trust you"

You stopped, ignoring the foreign swears directed at you as the giant narrowly missed barreling you over.

"we've been planning this for three months, warhawk, I have tended your wounds, brought you food and water, I helped you escape from the wych arena and yet you still doubt me"

you released his wrist from your cool grasp and hissed air from between your clenched teeth before fumbling along the wall, releasing a hidden switch with a low groan. A portion of the wall slid down and exposed the dark streets of the sprawls and You slipped your helmet from your head tucking it under your arm as you stepped out. The man stood for a moment, flicking his gaze between you and the horizon behind you before stepping out alongside you.

You turned and silent walked away, long strides carrying you towards a half collapsed hut, hearing the heavy step of jaghatai, You swing the beaten door open and slunk inside, head cocked and long ears twitching as you listen. Hearing only the soft breathing of your companion, you tossed your helmet to the floor and began removing your armour, dropping breastplate, pauldrons and greeves to the floor haphazardly.

Jaghatai sat opposite you, birdlike gaze tracing over your figure as you wretched at armour straps until you finally stood in a sleek black battle suit, skin tight and almost translucent in places, the milky skin of your stomach, legs and arms exposed for ease of movement. kabal tattoos peppering in and out of view as they snaked across the soft skin of your hips and thighs. You looked at him, meeting his heated gaze for a moment before he looked away, turning his sight to his bloodied knuckles.

You sighed, shuffling over and clasping his hand, broad and hardened against your slender fingers as you traced the mottled bruises and cracked scabs of his knuckles. He froze against your touch as you ripped part of your cloak away to dab at the broken skin, his narrowed eyes following your movement as you wrapped the makeshift bandage around him. Your eyes trailed up his bare chest to his face and you flushed at the intimacy of the touch. You dropped his hand and rose to your feet. "Better? Or still too busy doubting me" you huffed, wiping your palms down your trousers and spinning on the balls of your feet.

"We need to get to the warp gate, if we head to the port of lost souls, we can take a ship and head out of the web way" you throw the primarch a sideways glance watching his fiddle with the cloth across his hand. "Once we're out, we can go our separate ways, I don't particularly want to run into the imperium, that's trading one shit show for another"

"I didn't"

"what?"

"I didn't doubt you"

You froze as he spoke, his deep voice pounding in your chest along with your heart as your pulse quickened.

"I should've. I should've killed you as soon as I escaped the arena. But I didn't"

He sat motionless as he spoke, his gaze still fixed in the bindings around his hand. Faint light seeped in through crack in the broken wall, illuminating his tanned flesh and highlighting the crevices of muscles and scars across his body.

"I am... Grateful"

Your stomach clenched as you looked at him, running your sight across his bare chest, along the rigid muscle of his neck and the firm line of his jaw, his lips looked so soft in this light, would it be so bad to just...

You shook your head, willing the sudden intrusive thoughts from your mind as you stormed over to him, feet either side of his hips as you leant over and pressing your index finger into his pectorals. "Well you've got a bloody funny way of showing it" you seethed, ignoring the growing heat in your gut as he looked up at you. "If this is how you humans show thanks, you can keep it" you jabbed into him to emphasize your anger as you spoke "you and your fucked up imperium, so bloodthirsty you cant see past the end of your own nose, your as bad as that lot out there" gesturing to the outside world with a vague wave. "So yeah, if you want to show your grateful, maybe act like it"

Your breath heaved as you finally paused, waiting for something, anything, from the man sat between your legs, but his face remained stoney as his observed you. Rage suddenly overtook you and you grasped his jaw in your hand. "You are just the most..."

Your words were cut off as his hand shot to the back of your head and pulled you towards him, crashing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Your hands shot to his shoulders to brace yourself as his grip slid from the back of your head to your cheek whilst his other hand moved to your waist, gently tugging you down into his lap. You slid onto his legs, straddling his hips as you leant into the kiss, humming as he ran his tongue along your lip and into your mouth, exploring and tasting you. He finally pulled back and you blinked dumbly at him for a moment. "Thanks enough?" He smirked.

You grasped his chin again, softly this time as you went to lean back in for another kiss, only to yelp as his large fingers wrapped firmly around your throat. "I am grateful, but do NOT think you are in charge, little one" he whispered in your ear, peppering bites and kisses along your exposed jugular until his lips were only inches from yours. His breath was warm on your face and you squirmed in his grip, angered and embarrassed by the growing wet between your legs. You snarled and ground your hips down against him, relishing the growl that vibrated through his chest as you slid against himself just right. Suddenly his hands were in your hips, running along your side, tracing the muscle of your thigh as he took you in another deep kiss. You threw your arms around his neck, your body against his, devouring him, pulling away only to strip your top off and throw it amongst the debris. His mouth instantly traveled to your breast, mouthing at your pale flesh. Arching your back you pressed into his touch, sighing and fingering through his hair as his tongue traced circles round your sensitive nipple. His released you with a grumble before moving to the other side, grunting as you pressed your wet crotch against the bulge in his trousers.

You extracted yourself from his warmth, standing and stripping your bottoms down and casting them off before dropping down and crawling towards him, tugging at his waistband, lowering it just enough for his cock to bounce free. You heard his breath hitch as you ran your tongue against the underside, flicking it around his tip before taking it in your mouth. Sliding your fingers around the base you began to bob your head, stroking him with your hand as you sucked. His breathing became more laboured as you continued and you finally released him with a wet pop, holding the tip just before your lips as you looked up at him with big eyes. "Not so in charge now" you murmured, flicking your tongue out against his sensitive glans.

His eyes darkened as he grabbed you, hoisting you back onto his lap and lining himself up with your entrance, pausing for a moment as he watched you before sliding you down on him, bottoming out in your tight cunt in one movement. You threw your head back and cried out at the sudden fullness, tears pricking your eyes as you adjusted. Jaghatai nuzzled into your collar, chuckling hoarsely "what were you saying, woman?" Your response came out as a garbled groan as he began thrusting up into you, holding your hips as he bounced you in rhythm to his movement. His dick hitting part you didn't realize you had as he rutted into you.

"This what you wanted?" He panted, pulling your thigh further to fuck into your G spot. "Wanted this little pussy to be fucked by a primarch? " you felt the knot in your gut tighten as your ass slapped against his thighs. "Jag..ha...tai.. mmm gonna..." You mumbled, eyes glazed over as he fucked into you.

His breath came out in growls as his thrusts became erratic "throne" he snarled as he pushed his hips against you. Your end came as you felt him finish inside you, your muscles spasm as ecstasy flushed through your body and you flipped forward onto his chest, too high to care about the dried blood that still painted him. You lay against him for a while, satiated physically and psychically as the flood of emotions fed you. His fingers ran along your head and traced the shell of your long ears as you sighed and nuzzled into him.

"we still need to get my bike back before we can leave by the way"

"YOUR WHAT"

[thevoidscreams]

For Mating March: what would you think each Primarch specific kink would be?

Gonna stick to one or two kinks each for this also I'm going based on vibes:

Lion: He will often take you where ever you are at the time, even if it's a risky place to do it.He doesn't get off on the idea of potentially being caught. He gets off on getting away with it. Fulgrim: He enjoys painting you and making an absolute mess out of the paint he put on you, by fucking you and then making a print by pressing you to a canvas. He has a collection of these.

Perturabo: He enjoys bondage but with really complicated devices. He also gets off on being praised and feeling valued, during the deed. Jaghatai Khan: What's to do you on his bike while riding. Also he doesn't pull out. You're getting the cream pie.

Leman Russ: Predator/Prey dynamics, he's giving you a ten minute head start to book it into the woods. Better make those ten minutes count cause when he catches you, you're gonna want to be far enough away that no one can hear what he's doing to you. (Unless you're into that)

Rogal Dorn: No guy who makes a full body pain glove is normal okay. He wants you to do your best to make him come while he tries to hold off as long as possible. Also maybe a bit of pain play. Konrad Curze: Blood play, knife play, also predator/prey dynamics but it'd gonna be a lot more dangerous for you when he finds you. He will however give you aftercare if he's in the right mindset.

Sanguinius: Body worship, it goes both ways, also praising. He may get a bit bitey sometimes also. Ferrus Manus: Pretty standard rough sex, a bit of breeding, sensory play involving temperature. Angron: You gotta restrain him, it's not even a kink at this point it's for your safety.

Roboute Guilliman: Breeding, also if you bring him things while he's working to give him little breaks and lots of love that gets him going. He just needs your love and support. That's the biggest turn on for him.

Mortarion: I feel like he enjoys a challenge, and if you tease him throughout the day he's not gonna show it but he's gonna be rock hard till he gets you in bed later. And then you'll get to see his famed endurance first hand.

Magnus: He enjoys having his ego stroked, and when you show off a bit of book smarts. Also rub him down with some body oil. Horus: He is a power top who gets off on being called Warmaster or Master in bed. He's also not opposed to taming you and making you submit to him.

Lorgar: You are his kink. If he's pursuing you then it doesn't matter what else is going on in bed. As long as it involves you. And maybe some genuine sentiments of love.

Vulkan: MATING in all caps. He's also gonna pound you on his anvil the same way he does a new weapon.

Corvus corax: He wants to find you, hide and seek style. Another one where you'd better hope you hid in a place far enough from other people. Also risky business in public, like making you sit on his knee while he rubs you off under the table.

Alpharius: He and Omegon like to share you. Both at the same time. Sex is never a private affair for those two.

[salmankhanholics]

★ The sequence in Tiger 3 that will feature SRK as Pathaan and Salman Khan as Tiger will be a crazy bike chase sequence. While the scenes with the two in Pathaan was on a train, the scene in Tiger 3 will be shot on a bridge with the two actors.The sequence will be a major action scene that will feature both SRK and Salman Khan. The Action sequence in Tiger 3 is currently being shot at Madh Island. A huge set has been built for the sequence, with 5 days of shoot already done, while a further 7-8 days of shoot remains. The makers of Tiger 3 have erected a massive set for the bridge bike chase sequence, and have already finished shooting a portion of it. In fact, a whopping Rs. 30 cr. is being spent on shooting just this one sequence in the film. So expect it to be one of the most entertaining, gripping edge of the seat sequence in an action film

May 19, 2023