Obedience Without Question.                             Loyalty Until Underverse Come.

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Doesn’t show up at work. Doesn’t call in either.

Riddick is more than mildly concerned when Rufus calls him to go find Reno. And on his day off at that. “All right, I’m going.” and the big Furyan crawlss out of bed, slips a pair of pants and a wifebeater on, before heading across town. 

He knocks twice on Reno’s door and calls in in concern. “Reno? Are you ok in there?” 

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.

“That ain’t a real answer, yo!”

“Well, considering that tossing you over my shoulder like a sack of meat kept you from being killed, it’s going to have to be good enough.” Silvered eyes met teal, the question that had come out of the redhead’s mouth about why Riddick would even care had earned only a single quirked up corner of his mouth as he’d responded that he actually gave a shit what happened to the man even if he didn’t understand why with all the trouble Reno got himself into sometimes. 

“I know it may not have been fun for pride but it was sure the shit better than dying.” 

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@silvereyedwarrior

“You say you’re willing and able to kill me if you wanted to. How comforting.” His tone is full of sarcasm, but it was funny in a way. To him, to people like him, that was probably a comforting thing. Because he was right– no matter what Reno said it was empty words. Even if he had his hand on his gun, he wouldn’t be able to draw it on the man. That was just one thing he couldn’t do.

Reno searched Riddick’s face, looking into those silver eyes. It just wasn’t that simple. Reno couldn’t just up and leave whenever he wanted to. “Is that what you want? To just keep running? Do you have any idea just how much power ShinRa has?” His voice grew louder and angrier as he spoke. “They sent an entire army out to kill an innocent man– they’ve burned down whole towns to cover up secrets. There isn’t a safe place on this whole planet to hide.” He took a step back and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’d be better off going back now. They won’t kill me then.”

“I also know that your boss sent out all of  his own to save the man that the army was sent to kill.” Riddick did indeed know a lot more than he let on, and probably a lot more than was safe for him to know. “Besides who said I’d have to hide you on this planet? You have no idea what I’ve been doing over the past six months, do you?” The remains of the hut that Reno had destroyed and he had rebuilt, time after time, was removed, piece by piece, to reveal a cavern in the ground that had been hand dug. Inside that crater was hidden the merc ship that he’d crash landed on Gaia in all that time ago. Slowly but surely he’d been stealing parts, a rotor here, a spark plug there, that he had slowly converted and retrofitted in order to repair it.  “I finished it last week. But I will be damned if I am going anywhere, on Gaia or off it, without you. I lost Jack. I’m not going to fucking lose you too.” Riddick set those blade calloused hands on the sides of Reno’s face, forcing him to meet his eyes, to look at him. “I know exactly how much power they have, and I would burn down the world and die for you before I would let anyone take away what I’ve claimed as mine. “ 

He remembered telling Reno about Jack, whom he’d met as an adolescent girl on that god forsaken ball of rock and about the eclipse that had brought the dark loving beasts down on them. How Jack and Imam had been the only survivors. How the pilot Carolyn Fry, that he had come to grudgingly respect for her courage, then later to care about, had died in  his arms and it had been his fault. His heart ached still for it. Then, how Jack, who had become Kyra, had also died. 

“I’ve lost too fucking many, Ren. You can’t expect me to just let you walk away too.” 

But the ringleader and instigator of this scuffle had turned his attention to the stranger, and started to advance. “Yeah? Well we don’t got a lotta respect for assholes who can’t figure out when to mind their own business.”

@shutupreno

As one of them took a swing at him, Riddick grabbed the man’s arm, quick as a snake, and drug it behind his back, twisting until bone snapped, causing the man to scream as a leg kicked back just as fast, catching another in the gut with a steel toe boot with such force as to shatter ribs, and he wasn’t even looking, it was as if he’d sensed the man’s position without even seeing. 

The third grabbed him around the neck, and he reversed the hold, knife at the guy’s throat. “I told you to leave it alone.” he spat. “None of you listened, it’s why your two buddies are groaning on the floor and you have a knife to your throat. Now, are you going to get the fuck out of here, or do I just cut your throat right here? I’m good with it either way.” 

“Yeah, that your side’s bleeding and you’re having trouble breathing says you could have handled this easy.” Silvered eyes glared at the three who had been beating the Hell out of the drunken Turk and the blade in his hand spoke of meaning business.. If they did not back off they wouldn’t like him very much. 

“Besides, I don’t got a lotta respect for assholes who make shit an unfair fight. Three on one, one of you with a knife? Come on, those aren’t exactly fair odds at all.” 

“You couldn’t do it, and you know you couldn’t.” Riddick looked Reno right in the eye, He knew the redhead as well as he knew himself, he knew that Reno could no more put a bullet in him than he could live through being decapitated. “I also know you’re lying. Did you know that your scent changes when you lie? It gets bitter. . .acrid.” and the Furyan circled him like he would a kill.  “Just like it is right now.” 

Riddick reached over, running his fingers over the very faint, barely visible scar on the redhead’s collarbone, one that was in the shape of teeth. “You’re mine. You have been from the moment I put this mark on you, and you know it as well as I do. You belong to them only in name, or I would have been in their hands by now. You and I both know it’s a fact. You’re mine, mine to protect, and if it ever comes down to it, mine to kill. No one else touches you but me.” 

The strong body towered over Reno’s lankier one, the silvered eyes meeting mako-tinted teal like a snark charmer taming a cobra. “Come away with me.” The voice grew softer, the tone just the tiniest bit uncertain. “You know how I feel about you, and I know how you feel about me. I said it, you’re mine to protect, and I would protect you with every ounce of my being before I’d let you come to harm, and I’d steal you away from those people before I’d let you walk away from me.” 

PSA

You know what? It’s ok to do what makes YOU happy. You can change your mind on things, reblog or type whatever the fuck you want on YOUR BLOG. Don’t let someone guilt trip you, because you are stronger than that. Don’t waste your tears on someone who obviously doesn’t care about you as much as you care about them. In the end, do what you believe in, because life is too god damn short to be getting your panties in a knot.

REBLOG THIS POST if you are okay with usage of the new tumblr update for either in character or out of character purposes. the update allows blogs to interact via an instant messenger feature that has seemingly replaced the fanmail option. however, these is currently no way to turn off notifications for these messages and thus might add to those who may anxiety issues over such things. by reblogging this, you are stating that you are okay and open to such interactions. 

It did not know what it was fucking with

It did not know what it was fucking with

Riddick smirked, lifting Reno up and carrying him inside before laying him out on the bed. “I want to see what I’m getting.” he murmured as his fingers began to work at the buttons on the Turk’s clothing, baring the lean yet muscular chest and the washboard abs, the slim runner’s build being right up his alley. While he began to shuck Reno’s pants off his mouth latched onto one of the pink nipples, tongue and teeth teasing at it with abandon. 

“Gonna make you scream.” he promised, around the firm nipple as a hand reached down and wrapped around Reno’s cock, smirking when noted the treasure trail was just a shade or so darker than the fire engine red on his head. “Well, well, the carpets match the drapes, who’d have thought it? Looks like I’m going to get to find out if it’s true that redheads really are more sensitive.” 

He let his mouth trail down from the nipple he’d been suckling, skipping around the shaft that was a good size as he’d been able to feel that it was, to the long legs, kissing his way up the calves, then to the outsides of Reno’s thighs, to the insides, just barely breathing on his scrotum before finally running his tongue up the bottom of his dick.. Reno would be able to feel that the tongue was a bit rougher than a normal human tongue, the result of a Furyan’s diet being primarily carnivorous due to their world not having a whole lot of plant life. 

Riddick knew that too go much further he’d need some kind of lubrication,  he was glad of the hand cream he had in the nightstand drawer so he wouldn’t have to go very far to get it. The sound of a jar being opened would ring loud in the suddenly quiet room, the slippery feel of the cream icy against one pale thigh for a moment before being slathered vigorously around the puckered entry. “Say when.” 

“Three times a week.” Riddick would be lying if he said he wasn’t eyeing up the redhead. The snarky little fucker reminded him a great deal of Kyra if he had to be honest with himself, and that was pretty much right up his alley, even if he’d never contemplated another man in that light before now. Smooth milk pale skin as smooth as satin in the places he could see, gorgeous healthy looking red hair, and uptilted eyes the color of a summer sky sure weren’t hurting either. 

He gave the nearly three hundred pounds of iron a swift rep on the bench as if he was lifting up a pillow and set it back down, his arms didn’t even tremble from the exertion. He could literally bench press two of the Turk, if his estimation of the slender man’s weight was correct. 

‘I love you’ meme

Send ‘◎’ and I’ll generate a number from 1-10 for a situation where my muse blurts out ‘I love you’ to your muse. (Mixture of fluffy, nsfw and angsty)