#riddick is just like ????

[knightotoc]

I was looking for reviews of The Chronicles of Riddick and I instead found this hilarious review of Fifty Shades Darker that is actually a stealth review of The Chronicles of Riddick. Apparently in the book teenage Christian Grey had posters of Fight Club and The Matrix, but in the movie he had a poster of The Chronicles of Riddick. This makes Christian slightly younger (late 90s -> early 00s), more brand loyal (Riddick and Fifty Shades are both Universal), and, most crucially, wayyyyy dorkier. Fight Club is on one end of the edgy-earnest spectrum, and The Chronicles of Riddick is on the other (The Matrix is bilocating).

But for the grace of God, teenage Christian Grey could have had a Revenge of the Sith poster, and I would have had to watch these movies and sympathize with him. Still even I have to acknowledge that Riddick is funnier.

[annwayne]

The WIP game looks fun, the Oc x Rikkick isekai fic looks fun, but I'm also really interested by Alice in Atlantis.

I'll take any opportunity to talk about my wips bc lord knows I'm far from posting them 🥲

The oc x riddick isekai is suchhh a fun fic and probably my saddest? bittersweet, I'll say. but I love it sooo much. Very general summary-Ares is a regular person living in a regular world, until one night they wake up from a very vivid dream with marks that match how they died in their dream. Also, that dream world is a movie they are obsessed with called Pitch Black.

Alice in Atlantis is my SGA long fic, and actually the second fic since I've started writing fic again (around 2022?). Alice is a human scientist who's been with the Atlantis expedition since the beginning. When an alliance between Atlantis and Todd the Wraith forms, she's the scientist tasked with working with Todd to find a gene therapy that'll allow Wraith to eat regular food. This is that story. (and its a ship fic between Todd and Alice, if that wasn't clear lol)

oc x Riddick isekai:

“I don’t blame you.” I broke the silence of us sitting on the ridge overlooking the desolate camp.   “What’s that now?” Riddick scraped off that black goo he used to shave his head into a bucket.  A beat passed between us as I stared out at the multiple suns in the sky. “I’ve spent a long time thinking about why you’ll do what you do.” He glanced my way. “It never made sense to me, especially with how much you stick up for Jack. I don’t think I could even imagine thinking how you do. I don’t think I’m supposed to.” He scraped another line of goo from his scalp. “It’ll happen again.”  From my peripheral vision I saw Riddick lift his head to look at me. He didn't need to ask what I was talking about. I kept looking forward.  “Considering what’s coming, I’m not sure if I’ll come back.”  “What’s coming?” He asked, voice steady and serious. Everyone else thought me insane or cursed, but Riddick listened. Didn’t mean he always believed me, but he was smart enough to listen.  “A blood bath.” I answered, finally meeting my own eyes via the reflection of Riddick’s goggles. “You’ll run.” His head tilted back. “I don’t run.”  “You’ll want to.” A sigh slipped from me. “But that’s what I wanna talk about–I want you to know, no matter what happens to me, I don’t blame you because I know you’ll do the right thing when it matters.”  He sat, taking everything in perhaps. “That’ll be the first time you’ve been wrong, little girl.”

Alice in Atlantis:

"Ugh, you should have seen me, Teyla. I was a disaster in the lab." "I'm sure it was not as bad as you think it, Alice." Ronon’s eyes flickered with curiosity. A sly grin grew as he asked, "What happened?" The doctor pulled back the lid on her fruit cup and in one swift movement knocked back the contents of the plastic cup as if it were a shot. A habit from childhood. After wiping off the stray juice on her lips, Dr. Tucker answered. "I was focused, in the zone. Completely forgot where I was and who I was with. After I ran the simulation the whole program flashed errors at me and I swore at the computer." "I've heard Rodney threaten to rip apart a computer's mother before." The muscular man bit into his apple. Teyla gestured towards the full bottle of water on Alice's plate. "That's not all." Dr. Tucker grabbed the bottle, following Teyla's urging. After taking a long gulp she continued. "I guess Todd was curious. Hell, I'd be too. It was the first words I'd spoken since we started."  Ronon sat up and rested his elbows on the table. He crossed his arms and tilted his head while listening. Teyla finished off the last of her mashed potatoes as Alice continued. "He came over to check my work, only I didn't notice. So next thing I know, a Wraith is leaning over my shoulder and pointing out my mistake." Between words Dr. Tucker forgot about her lack of appetite and started shoveling down her meal. "I nearly fell off my stool and then couldn't say a word without shaking. It was pathetic."  Ronon chuckled quietly and Teyla threw a glare at him. "Alice, you have never encountered the Wraith in person before. It is sensible to react fearfully." "Sensible, but not strong." "So get stronger." Ronon lifted a hand the doctor's way. After a blank expression from her, the Satedan continued. "I've been giving Dr. Keller lessons. You could join us."

[skeptic-roach]

the entire fight sequence between junner and riddick in dark fury is the gayest fucking thing i have ever seen

[slaughterhouseshowboat]

@primitiveside

no piece of art or literature has ever understood me quite like this onion article

[slaughterhouseshowboat]

A, C, D, E, L, N

A -Affection:How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

Declan is very affectionate during sex. He's holding his partner close, he's kissing and nuzzling and purring and giving little love bites. He'll hold them after and make them feel safe and loved and taken care of. After that, he'll get on with his life as usual; Declan doesn't feel the way humans feel and he isn't convinced that he even can become romantically attached the way humans do. Because of this, he's absolutely willing to fuck and do these things with people he's not romantically involved with.

C -Chatter: Do they like to talk during the act? If so what do they like to talk about? Is it just dirty talk or something different?

The real trick is getting him to shut up. Declan has no problem telling his partner what he wants, asking if his partner is still comfortable if they're doing something new, praising his partner in ways that pretty much always end in 'for me'. He has absolutely talked shop during sex, too: giving pointers in how to fight, or strategizing for the next match/mission/trial (verse dependent). He's absolutely been balls deep in someone- making them cry out as they cum on his cock again- while taking a phone call and having a completely serious conversation.

D -Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to whose topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren't why not?

Answered here \o/

E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?

Yes. Declan creates content shamelessly and will do so with the slightest prompting. The second best thing to fucking someone is watching a recording of himself fucking someone. He watches porn and doesn't really need even the pretense of a plot to enjoy it. He doesn't much read it; reading has a lack of sound that makes it difficult for Delcan to really get into it. In the time he comes from in his main verse, watching can also include a kind of VR experience, which he'll do unless it's from the POV of someone other than himself. Porn totally gets him in the mood.

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

The only place Declan is against licking is feet. This is not because of any kind of 'ew, gross'; it's because he feels he's too good to do something like that. He's a winner; winners don't need to lick toes. Anything else, he's happy to do and only gets more enthusiastic if his partner is moaning, whining, screaming his name while he does it.

N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

Answered here \o/

[kraniumet]

people are mean to spectacle "justifiably" now (imo. most disneymarvel shit isn't even "spectacle" because it is so insincere and lacking & also boring) but people have genuinely always, from day one, called tfatf stupid. well I stand with my stupid girl 🫡

[chimcess]

Pitch Black || jjk (Prologue)

⮞ Chapter 0: Prologue Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Other Tags: Convict!Jungkook, Escaped Prisoner!Jungkook, Piolet!Reader, Captain!Reader, Holyman!Namjoon, Captain!Taehyung, Doctor!Jimin, Genre: Sci-Fi, Action, Adventure, Thriller, Suspense, Strangers to Enemies to ???, Slow Burn, LOTS of Angst, Light Fluff, Eventual Smut, Third Person POV, 18+ Only Word Count: 400+ Summary: Stranded on a barren planet lit by three suns, a group of survivors struggle to survive after their transporter crash-lands. Their situation grows dire when pilot Y/N discovers that every 22 years, an eclipse plunges the planet into darkness, unleashing swarms of flesh-eating creatures. Facing both external threats and internal tensions, the group forms a fragile alliance. As mistrust and secrets surface, Y/N's complicated dynamic with convict and murderer Jungkook intensifies, making the fight for survival against the darkness and the creatures even more perilous. A/N: When I decided to rewatch the Riddick movies and reread the comics, I never thought I'd get so inspired to write a fanfiction based off of a "what-if" scenario, but here we are. So, this story follows the main storyline in Pitch Black (I think that's pretty obvious by the title) with a pretty large twist that leads into the rest of the story that's to come. Like everything I write (I'm so sorry), this will be a massive series that's pulling from a few of my new obsessions as well as my own creative thoughts and feelings. Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you guys will follow along.

In the cold stillness of his cryosleep chamber, Jungkook's thoughts flickered like static on a faulty transmission, defying the stasis meant to consume him. They said cryosleep shut down most of the brain—all but the primitive side, the animal instincts that lurked beneath reason. Maybe that explained why he was still awake when no one else was. He didn’t question it much anymore. It just was.

Transporting him with civilians had been a bold choice, one he suspected someone would regret soon enough. The faint echoes of the world beyond his chamber filtered through his sharpened senses—a faint murmuring with an Saramic lilt, chanting low and steady. Likely a holy man, heading for New Mecca. But what route would they take to get there? He played out the possibilities in his mind, trying to map the path based on the faint hum of the engines and the sense of distance stretching endlessly ahead.

Then there was the scent. Subtle, but there: sweat mixed with leather, the metallic tang of tools, and the earthy grit of worn boots. A woman, no doubt—a prospector, maybe one of those free settlers who carved out a living on the fringes of colonized space. He imagined her kind: practical, determined, stubborn as hell. And he knew one thing for certain. They never traveled the main roads.

That brought his focus back to the real problem: Taemin Lee. The so-called lawman. A brown-eyed devil with a mercenary streak and a personal agenda. Jungkook knew exactly what Lee planned to do—drag him back to slam, back to a cage. But Lee had made a critical mistake this time. He’d picked the wrong route. The long route. The ghost lane.

A long time between stops. A long time for something to go wrong.

And as if summoned by that thought, something did feel wrong. Subtly at first, but unmistakable. The hum of the engines wasn’t right—too uneven, like a heartbeat skipping in the dark. The muffled sounds of the ship’s systems filtered through the walls of his chamber, distorted but insistent. Alerts, maybe. Warnings. He couldn’t make out the specifics, but the tone was unmistakable: something was off.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his senses sharpening as his body fought against the enforced stillness of cryosleep. The faint shiver of vibration in the chamber walls had changed, the ship itself broadcasting unease. It was subtle, but he felt it—like prey sensing a predator in the shadows.

A long time between stops, indeed.

© chimcess, 2025. Do not copy or repost without permission.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Early

gn reader x Raphael

No warnings, just fluff

He usually comes by about halfway though his patrol. He only really gets to do it twice a week, but it is something he's begun to look forward to.

He hasn't realized yet that the first "half" of his nightly rounds has been growing shorter and shorter. That, on those nights, he's been counting the seconds until sundown, waiting at the manhole like a runner for a pistol. That, on those days, when he's supposed to be sleeping, he can't help thinking about all the things he can't wait to talk to you about.

He hasn't realized yet just how fucked he is.

He's early. Significantly. He can't help it, he's been thinking about you all day. For the last three days. You made the mistake of telling him you'd never seen the Riddick series, and he has spent the last three days coming up with a convincing argument to have a movie night with you. For the movies, of course.

He alights on the rooftop of the building across from your own, and smiles when he sees the warm light on in the living room.

A sweep of his color catches his attention as you enter the living room, hair wet as if you've just finished a shower. You are wearing the red blanket he knitted you a few months ago. As he watches you sit on the couch, and the blanket rides high up on your thigh, he realizes you are *only* wearing the blanket he knitted you a few months ago, and suddenly his shell feels way too tight.

He watches you lean over the coffee table and pick up your phone, the red knit sliding across your skin like silk. As a few stands of damp hair fall forward and you reach up to tuck them behind your ear, the blanket slips from one shoulder and his eyes can't help but follow the curve of your throat as his tongue turns to sandpaper.

You lay back on the couch, the blanket shifting to expose the skin of your side, the dip of your hips, the curve of your chest, and he's so focused on the vision in the building across from him he nearly falls off the roof when his phone vibrates.

After taking a moment to regain his footing and his composure, he looks at the phone.

You: [ETA?]

He looks back up at you. You are smiling softly as you wait for a response, red fabric draped across your bare skin, the contrast of color bringing attention to every slight shift in your position.

Fuck, you're beautiful...

You're the whole damn package, really. Smart, funny, a total knockout, what the hell are you doing spending all your time with him when you could be doing literally anything else? How could someone like you even give him the time of day?

Bruiser ♥️ : [Depends.]

He sees you make a face when you receive the message and smirks.

You: [On?]

Bruiser ♥️ : [On how much you miss me. 😏]

He sees a bright smile bloom on your face, and you laugh as you send the text, catching your tongue between your teeth.

You: [Desperately. 😭]

How were you both this fucking cute and this fucking hot at the same time? It can't be legal. A grin brakes across his features as well.

Bruiser ♥️ : [Be there in 5.]

....

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[writingkeepsmewhole]

Stay In The Light

This is part 9 of Snow In The Dark. I hope you like it :)

Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.

Part Summary: Snow learns who her true friends are.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language. Mention of deaths.

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The next half an hour is spent rushing to get everything that makes light and putting it on a makeshift sled.

All of us join together only speaking when we have to. My heart pounded in my chest telling me how worried I was.

Of course I was. I was trapped on a planet with things that wanted to eat me and really no dependable way to defend myself.

I couldn’t help but worry about myself, worry about Jack. She was helping just as anyone else, her being brave and acting like she was fine.

I hate to admit she reminded me a lot of myself at that age. Always trying to fight to keep yourself alive. She was scared I was as well.

We were all scared. The only one of us that didn’t seem to be was Riddick. Him walking around the ship telling us all what to do like he knew exactly how this night was going to play out.

The thing is I knew he was right.

“I’ll be running about ten paces ahead.” He says, Carylon following behind him while I sat next to Paris making cocktails.

“I want light on my back but not on my eyes.” He says, holding his hand up to block the light as he walks past Paris holding the cutting torch.

“And check your cuts. These bad boys know our blood now.” He says, his eyes meeting mine.

I had a busted lip. Is that what he meant?

Looking over at Jack I see her frozen looking up at him with fear on her face. My stomach drops, oh no running through my head.

Standing up I ignore Paris asking me where I’m going. Dusting my hands off I walk over to her and crouch down in front of her, her snapping back to work.

“Everything okay?” I whisper, helping her roll up the cord of light.

Her worried eyes meet mine, her shaking her head.

“It’s that time?” I whisper again, not wanting anyone to hear us.

She nods, not looking at me.

“I’ll find something.” I say standing up once more.

Using a flash light I found, I ease back into the ship half remembering seeing a first aid kit back there. 

I stop hearing footsteps looking over to see Johns standing there.

“Where do you think you're going?” He asks, his gun pointed in my direction.

“To go pee, you wanna watch?” I ask glaring at him.

He flushed with embarrassment, and took a step back.

“Thought so.” I say, moving away from him.

Taking a breath I shine the light around in the darkness almost jumping out of my skin when the shine of eyes flash for just a second.

Without thinking I move closer to him, encasing us in darkness besides my flashlight. Keeping it aimed at the floor, I stop when I reach him.

The primal smell of him wrapping around me makes my stomach tighten. I take a breath, feeling his fingertips brush over my hand as he clicks the light off.

I open my mouth to say something, Riddick’s large hand coming up to cover it stopping me.

I try to ignore my racing heart or the urge to throw myself at him. I clench my fist as best I can, feeling Riddick bend down so our noses almost touch. I could feel his eyes looking deep in mine.

His arm wraps around my waist pulling me closer to him, making me bend into him as he leans over me.

If I could bite my lip I would, all thoughts of what I was doing back here are out the window. The only thing present is the bubble me and Riddick has created. Despite the darkness around us my eyes flutter close. The heat and pressure of him wrapped around me making me want to melt.

Dropping his hand from my mouth he places it on my back. Him dipping himself lower to run his nose over my neck makes me shiver.

My eyes snap open when I hear a sound, expecting a monster to come flying our way. I blush when I realize it came from me. 

A low rumble leaving my chest or was it my throat it sounded almost like a purr. Blushing, I pull away from him and shake my head.

“I need to go.” I say, stepping back.

Feeling my foot hit something I don’t have time to react before I trip over whatever it was. My arms are flying out to grab anything to stop myself. Strong arms wrapping around me once again. Riddick kept me from falling.

“Sorry.” I say pushing my hair behind my ear from being nervous.

“I really should go. We don’t have a lot of time.” I say, not moving, Riddick’s arms comfortable around me.

I hear a familiar rumble of him humming an agreement, him letting go of me and taking a step back.

“Thank you.” I say, starting to turn around. Stopping when I realize I dropped my flashlight.

“It’s broken.” Riddick says, him seeing what I was doing.

“Great. I was looking for something.” I say more to myself than him.

“I’ll never find it now.”

I blush when I feel his large hand wrap around my wrist. Him pulling me behind him as he walks back towards the others. Back towards the light. 

As soon as we reach the glow of the light both of us are still half covered in shadows Riddick’s touch leaves mine.

Him lifting a box in the air. It is clearly a first aid kit.

“Can you read minds?” I ask, taking it gently from him, a smirk dancing along his lips but quickly disappearing.

“We need to get going.”

“I’ll be ready in five.” I say, earning a slow nod. 

Slipping on his goggles he heads back towards the others, I right behind him.

After we get everything ready. Including me helping Jack with her problem we head towards the door ready to face the beasts outside. Riddick pushing it open the weird sounds of them filling the air.

“Are we actually going to do this?” Paris asks, holding the cutting torch up.

“Did you have any better plans?” I ask, ignoring the glares I get from the others.

“We stay together, we keep the light burning.” Carolyn says sternly.

“That’s all we gotta do to live through this thing.” She says looking around at all of us. Her leaving us to go get Johns.

I stand by the door, next to Riddick, anxiously ready to get off this planet.

I don’t bother saying anything hearing Johns talk just over our heads.

“You give him the cells and the ship and he’ll leave you all out there to die.” Johns says, making me clench my jaw.

Johns seemed like he was only looking out for himself.

“He’ll leave all of you.” He says.

Seeing Riddick’s jaw jump I look over at him, him looking dead ahead.

“And they call you the criminal.” I say, him not answering me.

“Just so we’re clear, if he doesn't make it I won’t be sad about it.” I say, hearing them come down the steps not caring if they heard me. The rest gather at the door of the ship.

“Here.” Johns says, handing me some of the glowing cord to wrap around me.

“I’m not putting that on me and being tied to you, no thanks.”

“Everyone needs to pull their weight.”

“And I will, I'll help drag the thing but I’m not being tied to anyone."

“Even if it was him?” He says, jerking his head towards Riddick.

“Knock it off. Just stay close to the sled.” She says, everyone shutting up when Riddick walks up to us handing me a giant glow stick.

Kinda confused. I take it from him and crack it, shaking it up making the bright neon green lighting up the space around me.

“Let's move.” He says 

I take a breath and get into position as we all take off jogging out into the darkness.

I try not to think about the sounds around me, just keep my eyes focused on Riddick. On the lights on his back. I kept telling myself follow that and you’ll be fine.

Just had to keep up.

It wasn’t long before the cutting torch used its last bit of fuel. The sounds of the wild animals around us grew louder, as the space around us grew darker.

“Stay close.” Imam says. Paris starts to get antsy. I look at him, looking around, Jack mimicking his panic.

“Just breathe, Jack.” I tell her, her looking at me.

We start walking again pulling the sled with us. My stomach drops when I hear something fall off it.

“Wait.” Jack says, taking the lights off her and starting to grab it.

“Don’t.” I say, going to stop her before it was too late.

In a blink, everything erupts into chaos. The sounds of creatures growing closer, as Johns starts shooting his gun blindly.

I go to get Jack back into the light when Johns spins towards me and fires, a strong rough hand pulling me out of the way before the bullet lands in my face.

I don’t get surprised when I feel myself pressed into a hard chest.

“Shh.” He whispers to me, bringing me to the ground as he squats.

I realize he’s just watching them, to see what’s going to happen. My muscles jerk wanting to get Jack but his hold on me keeps me from moving.

I feel the cool of a blade, him pressing it into his own cheek as he thinks, the back of the makeshift knife touching my neck. 

I watch as the whole thing we spent rigging up is ripped from the sled, the glowing blue lights going out.

The only light around me is the green glow stick I tied around my neck with some string and the lights on Riddick’s back.

It didn’t take a genius to realize we were in a bubble of light the others now didn’t have.

I jump as a flash of flames a few feet away goes off, Paris blowing on a lighter, showing at least twenty creatures around him. As soon as the light is gone you hear the whaling of them along with his screams.

With the distraction I watch Carolyn light a flare, the green light brightening the darkness as she lights the few molotovs we have.

I stand up with Riddick, walking over to the group slowly.

“Well it’s good to see you're okay.” Johns says, looking at him.

I rush over to Jack and check on her, her looking up at me with fear. I hug her tightly and kiss her head.

I watch Riddick look out in the distance, where Paris was last seen.

“Do I even wanna know?” Carolyn asks, standing behind him.

“I don’t.” I mumble, holding onto Jack rubbing her arm.

Riddick looks at me then jerks his head to start walking.

I do as he commands us walking after him, us holding bottles of fire.

“Are we getting close?” Jack asks.

“Can we pick up the pace?” Carolyn calls out to Riddick ahead of us.

Johns gets mad as he throws down the strap he was using to pull the sled.

Not wanting to start yelling at him, I speed walk up to Riddick catching up with him.

“They want to go faster.” I say softly to him.

Him grunting in recognition he heard me.

“You wanna tell me what the hell is going on?” Johns asks, walking up to us, standing there.

“We crossed our own tracks.” Carolyn says, making me roll my eyes. Of course we didn't take that long to walk here in the day.

“Why have we circled? Are we lost?” Imam asks.

“Listen.” Riddick says softly.

I do just that, the faint roar of bodies and creatures around us, and even more in our path.

“Canyon ahead. I circled once to buy some time to think.” Riddick says calmly.

“I think we should go now.” Imam

“Oh I don’t know about that.” Riddick says, smirking, cocking his head to the side.

I clench my jaw, catching why he was being sarcastic now. We wouldn’t make it across the Canyon.

“That’s death row up there.” He says speaking my thoughts.

Without thinking I moved closer to him. Needing whatever power that radiated off him to soak into me.

I was brave, or rather stupid enough to get myself into danger but I wasn’t smart enough or rather had the gift of darkvision to get myself out of this mess.

“Especially with the girl bleeding.” He says, making my gut drop.

“Crap.” I say, softly to myself. Johns looking at me, fury lighting up in him.

“Where?” He snaps at me, making my own fury go through me.

“Not her.” Riddick says, calmly getting Johns attention.

“Her.” He says looking at Jack.

Everyone turns to look at Jack, her looking around scared and alone. I quickly move over to her, everyone having a light bulb moment.

I’m stopped by a tight grip.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Johns and Carlyn say in different voices to different people.

Her to Jack comforting her as Jack sinks to the ground.

Johns to me, glaring at me like everything that happened was my fault.

“Did the same thing at her age. It’s not easy being a girl on the streets.” I say glaring up at him.

He yells and jerks away from me storming as far off as he safely could.

“They’ve been nose opened for her since we left.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, they go off blood.”

“Of course they do.” I mumble to myself moving to roll my trying to hold back the part of me that wanted to snap and do anything it took to get out of here alive.

That part of me held down by protecting Jack but she was currently with Carolyn and the presence of Riddick seemed to make the part of me want to unfurl and bloom.

“Look, this is not gonna work.” Carolyn says standing up.

“We’re gonna have to go back.” She says, making me turn to look at her in shock.

“What’d you say?” Johns says.

“You're the one that got us out here in the first place.” He says pointing at her.

I watch them once again turn on each other, I can’t help but wrinkle my brow and cock my head to the side wondering when did people get so weak minded.

It made sense to stick together, keep moving. Do something.

With that thought in mind I turn around, seeing Riddick slowly walking to the ridge of the cannon I go up to stand next to him. Him turning to look at me.

“They're all losing it.”

“Not you?” He asks, softly. His low rumbling voice settled me in a way I needed.

“Not yet.”

He smirks looking down at me. He reaches to pick up my glow stick and look at it.

“Should keep you safe till we get to the ship.”

“We?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

He smirks once again and starts to walk.

I wait for a moment to follow, falling between him and the group.

When Johns joined Riddick I knew something was up. I was just outta ear, shot but close enough to catch a few words.

Sacrifice was the word I picked up on, that and when Riddick turned to look at us, his eyes met mine.

Something in them puts my body on alert. Told me to slow down, wait for him. So I did. I slowed my pace a few steps.

When I watched the green flare fly out of John's hands and a shot pop off I knew what was about to happen.

Despite the warning and the yelling of the others behind me, I race forward. I suddenly worried for Riddick so strongly I had to make sure he was alright.

I skid to a stop to watch the two men trying to kill each other. I get there just in time to see Riddick slice Johns’ back open, him falling to the ground groaning.

“You should’ve never taken the chains off Johns.” Riddick yells standing up, just as the flare gose out.

I was thankful for the light around my neck, the sounds of monsters hissing around me, them to dstreacted by the blood to really notice me.

“You were Billy Bad-Ass.” Riddick says from the darkness.

“The chains. The gauge. The badge.” He draws out as Johns stands up him trying to see with the light on the end of his gun.

“I told you to ghost me.” Riddick whispers taunting him.

I swallow the shiver of that act. It's like watching a cat play with a mouse. Johns was done for he just didn’t know it yet.

I jump but don’t scream when I’m spun around by strong arms and pinned to a rock behind me.

The crunching sound of bones behind me is forgotten as I feel the heat and hardness of Riddick being pressed into me.

“Did you enjoy watching?” He asks, his breath fanning my ear.

“Let’s find the others.” I pant out, knowing this wasn’t the time or place despite the want.

He hums but pulls away from me and starts to walk into the darkness. I stick close by keeping up with him, us finding the group quickly them barely moving,

Carolyn screams when she spins to face Riddick standing there.

“Back to the ship huh?” He asks, smiling.

“Just huddle together until the light burns out.”

“Get away from us.” She says backing up, I watch her eyes jump to me then back.

I couldn’t tell if she was scared of me or if she wanted me to come with her.

“Till you can’t see what’s eating you. That the big plan?” He asks them.

“Where's Johns?” Imam asks.

“Which half?” He asks, smirking, the rest of them gasping in shock.

“WHere gonna lose everyone out here.” Jack says.

“Not if we leave. Now before we run out of light.” 

“We should have stayed at that ship.” Jack says tuning to look back the direction we came.

“He died fast.” Riddick says, walking past them.

“If we have any choice about it, that's the way we should all go out.” He says stopping to stand next to Jack.

Since I was following him I saw the tears in her eyes.

“Don’t you cry for Johns, don’t you dare.” Riddick says walking past her.

“How are we going to make it?” Jack asks, whimpering up at me.

“We are going to listen to Riddick, we are going to make it to that ship and I’ll find you someplace safe.” I say smiling at her.

She nods hugging me as we start to follow once again.

“Why do you trust him?” Carolyn asks, walking next to me.

“I’m good at reading people. He won’t kill us. We’re not a threat to him.” I say honestly, they look around scared every time something makes a noise.

I keep my eyes ahead focusing on walking.

“He killed Johns.” She says in a way I can’t tell if its a question or a statement, so I shrug hoping that gives her my answer.

“Can you talk to him?”

“About what?” I ask, looking at her.

“I…I don’t know. He’s…”

“Scary?” I offer her a suggestion.

“He doesn't scare you?”

“No.” I say leaving it at that. Quite the opposite I keep thinking about everything but being scared of him. Well maybe I was a little but not in the way everyone else was. My fear stimmed more from if I could survive a night with him.

Riddick was not a beast I was trying to tame. Oh no I knew if we made it off this rock and if something did happen between me and Riddick. I would never be able to turn back.

[my-name-is-heartache]

riddick x guardian angel reader

part one

NOT MY GIF! NOT MY CHARACTER!

Forgive me if it's not all correctly in order I haven't watched it in a while.

Part two in my drafts but only released if specially requested cause honestly I'm to mentally tired to finish it with no motivation

⚠️Warnings⚠️

Blood, canon violence, animal cruelty, self harm to survive,

please enjoy!

The first time he saw her was the discovery of vaakos betrayal.

He lay at the bottom of that cliff his leg snapped in two and his numerous wounds bleeding. The pain almost as blinding as her glowing light.

"am I dead?" He scoffed.

She merely smiled and shook her head and reached out her hand to pull him out of the rubble.

"it is not yet your time."

"so you know when it will be?" He had asked the pain vanishing as she lead him through the desolate land.

"I do," she smiled pulling a gourd from thin air and filling it with water pouring down from the cliff.

"where am I?" He said taking the gourd when she offered it.

"not furya, so I suggest you get up," she replied playfully and then she was gone.

He glanced around but when he tried to take a step he fell, instead of hitting the ground however he found himself buried back underneath the rocks.

the pain in his body burned almost as much as the sun against his eyes when he finally dug himself out.

Feebly he crawled over to what looked to be water but on closer expectation it was a sulfur pit.

But that was only the beginning, his leg needed setting otherwise it wouldn't heal properly.

Finding a descent crack in the rock he placed his foot inside it.

Gritting his teeth he snapped his bone back into place.

He cried out, his leg felt as though a thousand suns had replaced the flesh. And the nerves with barbed wire.

In the distance he heard the yelps of some sort of big dog, and he knew he screwed up.

The sounds grew louder as he crawled towards the sulfur pit.

He hit the surface with a splash quickly taking a deep breath before submerging fully.

Opening his shrieking eyes he saw the dog like creatures staring down at him, his lungs burned and small eel like creatures nipped at his open wounds.

slowly his eyes were forced shut by the acidic sulfur pool.

For some unknown reason once his eyes had closed instead of the burning and swishing he felt a cool breeze and his lungs no longer felt like taught elastic.

"get up," your sweet voice called. "Get up!"

Slowly your voice got more distant and his cloths began to dampen, his lungs begining to burn.

"it is not your time."

Splashing above the surface of the water he gasped for air.

The creatures had vanished, and so had you.

He did not see you again for a short time.

Intact the next time he did see you he had just pressed the point of the sharp bard against his skin when you materialised Infront of him.

"what not whisking me off to wonderland this time?" You shook your head but did not smile.

"you listened to me, about the water?"

"didn't have many options," he said adjusting his hold on the sack of venom.

"but you do now, so maybe put that down," you said.

"can't do that lady," he tilted his head smirking a little.

"of course you can't," you rolled you eyes and picked up a bowl from thin air.

Riddick was about to ask how you did that, but the barb was already in his arm the venom sleeping into his blood stream.

Quickly you were on your knees Infront of him, your own eyes staring into his obscured ones.

"deep breaths," was all you managed to say before his whole body stiffened and started convulsing horribly.

He collapsed over head in your lap (or more precisely over the bowl) his whole body stiffened and shaking.

You ran your soft hands up and down the back of his neck, slowly removing his goggles.

He gagged into the bowl and you sighed running your right hand along his upper arm, the other rested on the back of his neck.

You expected it to be over soon.

Soon you'd summon the stair way and lead him down to hell.

"It's your time," you muttered sadly, making to shift his quaking body away.

But you gasped when he grabbed you left wrist.

His voice barely loud enough to hear, he croaked out, "not today."

You just sat there in shock as he continued to shake and vomit.

As you had previously suspected he soon fell limp and you cast the bowl aside resting his head in your lap his face turned to the side.

hurriedly you checked the pulse line on his wrist that only you could see.

and it beat, in steady slowed beats.

Never in your millenniums of life had you seen anything like this, he should have flat lined a whole minute ago.

You had previously scoffed at other angels who had claimed for this to happen to them.

you knew what this meant.

Scared you removed his head from your lap and stood pacing back and forth in the cave.

A small creature whimpered in a cage made of bones.

Walking over to it you crouched down infront of it.

"what should I do little one?" You asked it, not really expecting an answer, but to your suprise it tilted its head and looked over your shoulder at the unconscious man. "You think I should do it?"

The little dingo creature yelped in agreement.

"but he's a serial killer? He'll go to hell if I do this it'll tie my fate to his, I have a place in heaven, I have a duty to do, other souls to watch over and inevitably lead to the afterlife," the little creature pushed it's muzzle trough the bones and sniffled.

Carefully you reached your hand through the gap and stroked it.

Smiling you sat there for a while, but then a sound from behind you made you stop.

the man on the floor, grumbled slightly stirring.

And you were forced to make a split second decision.

as he slowly came to you walked over to him and replaced his goggles and left.

Back into the crystal white beyond, until he would need you again.

For the next few days riddick continued to grow his immunity to the venom, but not once did he see you.

You saw him though.

Everytime.

You would appear to find him shaking on the floor and you would pull him against you and run soft hands down his neck, his arms, his back.

You'd sit until he was safe then you would attempt to leave but every time he'd shift or his hold on your arm would slacken and your stay.

But always there was the knowing in the back of your mind about what this meant, and always you knew what this man was and where he was going.

Everytime was the same until it wasn't.

You materialised onto the planet looking for his shaking form but instead you saw him sitting on a rock his head on his fist, thinking.

"your my angel aren't you," it wasn't a question.

"I am," you answered still.

"when an I going to die then," he said looking to you. "And I know about the lying thing before you try."

"the lying thing? You mean that if I lie to you I'll be indebted to you?"

He nodded.

"good for you, but I don't know when you'll die," you smiled meekly.

He frowned.

"I thought I did but, your time has been and gone, yet your still here."

Silence fell upon the room.

"and if you know what that means I'll be quite shocked," you said.

Cautiously he shook his head and you nodded yours once before turning to leave.

"good luck."

And you were gone

Part 2

[prince-of-all-detectives]

what did you and solo think of pitch black?

Riddick was fucking AWESOME. He's sensitive to light and wears dark eyewear just like me!!! And not to mention trans icon Jack!!! Solo thought it was badass, but that the menstrual blood thing was weird. Well, I'm sure Jack will have an even better role in the sequel!

[yumikire]

A GhostSoap fic idea anyone can have if they want.

Basically, it's Chronicles of Riddick, but literally just Ghost being like the prisoner most everyone fears down in Crematoria. Cue Johnny, who gets caught (or framed) for something and ends up the fresh meat there. Also, bonus points if he gets lowered in and breaks out of his chains just like Riddick in that scene.

Up to you what to do from there. Do they both plan an escape? Do they just stay there? The world is your oyster.

[xfandomwritingsx]

Are you still willing to right for Riddick? Because like... I could definitely use something slutty about that man 🥵 maybe you're neighbors on a planet he's lying low on and he gets a little obsessed by you? Or really anything with him!

Hell. Yes. Thank you. *please note* this is completely unedited. I didn't even re-read it before posting.

It started as a curiosity; the pretty woman living in the multi-tenant building across from where he’s crashing for a while. He needed something to pass the time and you’d caught his eye. So, he watched. Watched you as you came and left for work, as you made yourself dinner with the curtains open, as you carefully closed those curtains before changing for the night. You probably didn’t even realize when you kept the light on that it created a stunning silhouette of your body through those curtains. A silhouette that he could see perfectly. One that tempted him to creep inside and run his hands over your skin. 

But he could only watch. He was in hiding and his face was far too recognizable, too prominent on the streets to risk interacting with you in any way. Not that he’d even know how to interact with you. You looked nice. Respectable. He was neither. You probably dreamed of a sweet boyfriend who would sweep you off your feet and make love to you. But him? He went to bed dreaming about breaking in and waking you up by covering your mouth with his hand the same moment he shoves his cock into you. And as much as he wanted to do that, it still wasn’t worth having the local authorities called and his hiding blown.  

The only thing that changes his mind is when he realizes that maybe you’re not as sweet as you project.  

He’s watching you from his window, just like always, when a man comes to your door. A man that looks too much like a merc even though he tries not to. Merc’s aren’t uncommon, but he hasn’t seen one in this neighborhood in the weeks he’s been here and his neck prickles in warning. Something’s not right. 

You come down and greet the merc and Riddick’s eyes narrow, breath becoming short and angered. What in the fuck were you doing talking to a merc? You step aside, letting the man in and just before you turn to follow him, your eyes flicker to the window. To Riddick.  

“You’re fucking kidding me,” he whispers to himself. There’s no way you can see him through the tinted window, but that little look, the one that holds more fire than sweetness, is unmistakable. You know he’s there. And you just invited a merc over.  

Fucking bitch. 

~~~ 

Riddick waits until the suns go down. Waits until his host goes to bed along with most everyone else on the street. Ther merc has long left your place and you’ve gone through your nightly routine, settled into bed well over an hour ago. That’s when he creeps across the street and through your window.  

Leaving his goggles in his pocket, he can see everything in clear detail. Your living room is casual, tidy. Staged. He hadn’t noticed before just how forcibly normal it all looks. Everything has its place, but it has no personality. There’s no pictures on the walls, no art or personal touches. He curses himself for never noticing before he starts to creep towards your bedroom. 

The door is open and he stands in the frame for a moment, thinking about how often he fantasized about being right here for a very different reason. He’d wanted to strip your sheets down slow and soak in your body before making you shake beneath him. Now, he kind of wants to wrap his hands around your neck and watch the light fade from your eyes. And maybe, just maybe that thought still bleeds into fucking you hard and rough before he kills you.  

He only think about it for a few moments, but it’s enough for him to lower his guard too much. It’s about a half second after he realizes the lump in your sheets is misshapen and unbreathing that he feels the gun at the back of his neck. It makes his lips quirk up in a small smile. 

“Think real hard about that,” he growls out. “That’s going to make a lot of noise and one hell of a mess. Plus... I’m worth more alive.”  

“You couldn’t just wait one more night?” you ask him bitterly. “One more night and they would have grabbed you up, paid me a nice finder’s fee, and hitched me a ride out of here.” 

“Or that guy would have ended up dead and you would still get nothing.”  

“There was a group. Not one guy. I’m not stupid enough to think one merc was going to take you.” He chuckles a little. 

“One guy, ten guys. Doesn’t matter. Always ends up the same.” He cautiously turns his head to look at you from the corner of his eye, confident you’re not going to shoot him dead right here. “What’s your next move, pretty girl?” Your eyes harden, clearly not a fan of the nickname. It only makes him like it even more. “You gonna wake the neighbors by shooting me? Or are you gonna wake them when I make you scream?”  

Your momentary surprise at the dark layer of innuendo in his voice gives him time to spin around on you, grabbing the gun right out of your hands and throwing it across the room. Before you can react, he’s shoved you back into the hall, up against the wall with his hand coming up around your neck.  

It’s hard to explain the satisfaction he feels pressing against you, the woman he’s watched and dreamed about. The woman who apparently watched him right back and then betrayed him standing on her toes, her hands wrapping around his wrist, trying feebly to pull his hand from her throat. He smiles viciously as he squeezes. Unable to stop himself, he leans in and runs his nose along your jaw, taking in way you smell. Something sweet and bitter at the same time. Something warm.  

“How-” you choke out, voice ragged and hoarse. He eases up his grip, just slightly. 

“What was that, pretty girl?” he whispers in your ear. You suck in a deep breath before trying again. 

“How are you supposed to make me scream if I can’t breathe?”  

He pauses. Well, this just took an interesting turn. He lets his body come off survival mode to reevaluate. Your chest arching into him. His leg having slipped between your thighs, hardening cock pressing to your hip. Fuuuck. 

“You want me to make you scream?” he asks. You don’t answer him, but flatten your feet on the floor, bringing yourself down onto his leg, practically grinding down on him.  

The hand around your neck slants upwards to grip your jaw possessively. He turns your head sharply to the side allowing his mouth full access to the side of your neck. Shivers run down your spine when he latches on, biting sharply then sucking and smoothing his tongue over the small expanse of your skin. 

You shouldn’t be as turned on as you are with a killer, a man who came here to kill you, holding you down and pressing his knee into your pussy. And yet your brain seems to have left the building, replaced by this primal desire to have him take you against this wall. A most slips through your lips. 

“Set up across the street. Acted all innocent. Sicced mercs on me,” he growls your sins against your skin. His grip shifts again from your jaw to your chin, yanking your face back to look at him. “Then you thought about trying to kill me.” His thumb runs over your bottom lip, pulling it down crudely. “And here you stand still, blood and organs in your body. Limbs attached. Heart still beating.” His silver eyes watch your mouth. “I think you owe me a thank you.”  

You slowly dip your head down, taking the tip of his thumb between your lips. His eyes darken, pushing his thumb further into your willing mouth, settling on your tongue. When you start to suck on him, bob your head just a little on him, he snarls almost hungrily. His other hand lands heavily on your shoulder and starts pushing you down. 

“There’s a good girl,” he praises as you sink to your knees, his thumb gently popping from your mouth. His fingers slide up, fisting in the hair at the back of your head as his other hand goes to the front of his pants. There’s a retort somewhere on the tip of your tongue, but your voice has stopped working. 

And once he frees himself from his pants, your mouth is on him, too full to be worried about speaking. You don’t even know for sure if he pulled you to him or if you simply opened your mouth and swallowed him down on your own. He’s thick and heavy as his hips give a few involuntary thrusts, threatening to choke you in a very different way than he had a few minutes ago.  

“So fucking pretty,” he moans above you and the praise makes you even more eager. Your pussy is aching, begging for relief, but instead of allowing yourself to slip a hand between your legs, you put both hand on his thighs. Using him as leverage, you start to slide your mouth back and forth on him, sucking hard, flicking your tongue over him. You’re rewarded with him tipping his head back while he bites back another groan while he twists his hand through your hair.  

He starts to guide you, roughly with that hand. He pulls and pushes you in time with his thrusts, taking back the control and fucking your face. Your eyes start to water and you gag when he hits the back of your throat, but he doesn’t stop. He looks down at you, a pathetic mess taking his dick so well, and feels himself start to swell.  

He pulls his cock away from you suddenly and you gasp for air you’d forgotten you need. Any trace of a smile is gone from his face as he stares down at you. People had referred to him as an animal and you finally see it. That’s all he is right now. And as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out in offering to him, you realize that may be all you are too right now. 

“Stand up,” he commands. “Hands on the wall.” You obey without a second thought, bending slightly at the waist as your palms hit the plaster. He doesn’t bother to pull your pants down, simply rips his way through the wet material between your legs. You whimper when he runs his fingers over your bare pussy. “Fucking soaked for me,” he taunts. You press back against him shamelessly, trying to angle yourself so his fingers slip inside of you, but he doesn’t allow it. Instead he pulls his hand back.  

The feel of his fingers is quickly replaced by the feel of the head of his cock notching itself in their place. He doesn’t ask any questions, doesn’t give you warning. He slams his hips forward, forcing his cock inside of you in one thrust. 

“Fuck,” you moan out, finally finding your voice. Even as wet as you are, it’s rough and he stretches you wide. There’s a twinge of pain, a bit of pressure, and you fucking love the way it feels. “Riddick,” you breathe into the wall. He answers with a growl and a possessive squeeze on your hips. 

He holds you still as he starts to fuck you. Just like he’s done everything tonight, he fucks you with a mix of anger and desire. He fucks you like he craves you. And he fucking hates you for it.  

“Don’t stop,” you beg him. His dick curves just right inside of you and each time he slams into you, you feel it push you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. “Please don’t stop.” 

“I wish I could,” he grits out through grinding teeth. “Make you suffer for the shit you did.” You whimper again, afraid he may actually do it. One of your hands darts for your clit in panic, rushing to finish yourself off before he can pull away. “No, no.” He takes your hand and pins it back up to the wall. “Can’t fucking stop,” he admits, hips losing rhythm for just a moment as he leans into your back to press his lips to your ear. “You’re so fucking tight. Feel so good.” His fingers interlock with your own and you squeeze him tightly, legs starting to shake.  

“Riddick.” Your voice is small, quiet and he thrusts even harder. He rips his hand away from yours and his fingers find your clit, making small, firm circles. 

“Scream for me,” he demands. “Scream for me while I fill your cunt with cum.”  

“Fuck,” you pant, feeling the orgasm right there.  

“Come on, pretty girl,” he coaxes, hips sputtering again. “Give me what I want. Wanna feel that pussy come on my cock.”  

“Oh fuck, Riddick,” you scream suddenly as the orgasm crashes down on you. It washes over you unrelentingly. Your thighs shake, his hips pinning against yours as he comes the only thing keeping you upright. He spills himself buried deep inside of you, fingers stilling against your clit and bruising your hip.  

And then he pulls out slowly, holding just the tip of his dick in you before gently pushing back in. He repeats this a few times until you crumble beneath him, collapsing forward onto the wall and pulling yourself away from him. For the first time all night, he lets you. 

You’re both breathing heavy, trying to let your minds catch up with whatever the fuck you just did with each other. Vision blurry and mind swimming, you turn to put your back to the wall, willing your legs to stop vibrating.  

“You were trying to hitch a ride outta here?” is the first thing he says to you and his voice is much clearer than yours when you respond. 

“Yeah. Why?”  

“Grab whatever shit you need. We’ll leave in ten minutes.” He tucks himself back into his pants and steps away, headed towards your living room. Or maybe your kitchen. Fuck if you know anything right now.  

“What?” you ask dumbly. He looks back at you and smirks, thoroughly enjoying how fucked out you are right now. 

“I’ve got a ride off this planet. You coming or not, pretty girl?”  

“You’re leaving?” You swear you’re normally more coherent than this, even after an orgasm. He barely contains rolling his eyes. 

“Don’t have much of a choice,” he says before once again smirking at you. “Some bitch blew my cover.” 

[frankenfran]

im pretty firmly on the side of like, wear whatever you want whenever you want no judgement no rules but. i have to admit when i see someone wearing goggles all i can think is fuck i just walked by a digi destined. that's chronicles of riddick at the safeway. most likely to say "heh. this firewall doesn't stand a chance against my hacker brain". those kinds of things and many more

[riddickkkk]

Considering who Riddick is, you knew of the man far before you’d actually met him. Stories of him had been circling from planet to planet for the past decade or so, so yeah, he was pretty popular by the time you; just so happened to, board the same ship as him.

- Well, we all know how the story goes: you board the ship, it crashes, and you’re subsequently deserted on a planet with three suns alongside a missing murderous psychopath. Just a regular ol’ Saturday, ya know?

- Riddick likes you the minute he sees you, though he obviously doesn’t approach you; given his personality. And, like a normal person would, you try your best to keep some distance between you and the muscled murder man.

- You did so up until you wound up falling behind as everyone else walked; mainly because you weren’t exactly friendly with anyone there and were in no mood to be squashed between people in that heat.

- At some point, the sand below your feet had slid and shifted on the incline that was there and you’d stumbled a bit, preparing yourself for the fall; onto your knees, which was going to happen.

- You hadn’t realized just how close to the dangerous man you’d ended up finding yourself so it was a bit of a shock when a hand gripped your arm, holding you up as though you weighed nothing at all.

“Thanks.” you’d somewhat whispered, a bit embarrassed and nervous. He didn’t say anything, though you were also interrupted by Johns approaching you both in a sort of warning towards the man.

-There is IMMEDIATE sexual tension between the two of you and it only gets stronger the more time you spend together. He finds himself drawn to your side, his body itching to be clos to yours, his eyes locking on you whenever they can.

- There’s an understanding between the two of you, an alliance of sorts, created as more time passes; something akin to a connection. So when you’re preparing to leave the planet and you make it to the ship after him, you’re offered the chance to join him.

- Whether you’re “selfish” and flee without the others or if you go back in an attempt to save them is up to you; he doesn’t blame you either way.

- Regardless, you find yourself in the ship with him, flying off and away from that eternal hell of a planet. And when you’re able to leave each other and he makes it known that you “could stay” with him, it doesn’t take you long to decide that you would.

- The two of you kiss before your relationship is made official. You’d been on the run with him for about a month or so, both of you obviously attracted to each other and getting into highly suggestive scenarios though neither of you ever following through; mainly him.

- You suppose that you could consider some of the times you’d been around each other as dates, though; at the time, they were more so “god I wish you knew how much I love you” and/or “I’m pretending that we’re on a date and every time I can’t just lean over and kiss you physically hurts me” types of hangouts.

- But, he finally kissed you as the two of you were returning back to your ship after a trip into town; or wherever he’d decided that the two of you needed to go. You’d just finished pulling off your jacket or boots and you’d turned to find him nearly chest to chest; or chest to face, with you.

- You’d chuckled somewhat awkwardly, stumbling back and making a joke before your eyes met his and an intimate tension filled the air; one you hadn’t anticipated. He walked towards you, forcing you to walk backwards until you hit a wall in the cramped area.

- The closer he came, the more you anticipated it and right as his face neared yours, you’d closed your eyes. He waited for a moment longer, staring at your face, contemplating his decision, and just as your eyes were about to open, he’d pressed his lips hard against yours.

- Your hands fisted into his shirt and his own hands moved to both cage you in and pull you closer at the same time. After some time, he’d moved his hands low, grabbing at your thighs and ass before he picked you up.

- It’s up to you to decide just how far you want things to go. But regardless of your decision, you’re now going to have a pretty hard time getting rid of him. You’re his partner in crime from this point forward.

- He tries his best to keep pda to a minimum since he’s got a reputation to keep up and because he doesn’t want you getting tangled up in his issues. When you’re alone he’s much more touchy and since you’re not in public very often, his dislike for pda isn’t much of an issue.

- Though he isn’t affectionate with you in front of people, he is pretty much always close to your side whenever he can be. He likes being there in case there’s something he needs to protect you from.

- Please hold his hand. He probably won’t do it himself but he secretly loves whenever you do. He likes how small and soft your hands are compared to his.

- One armed hugs. He’s big and strong enough that it’s pretty much the same as a actual hug; though he does give you those on occasion as well.

- Temple kisses.

- His kisses are sort of rough, purely because he’s a rough person. If it were anyone else then they’d probably just be considered normal kisses but because he has strong lips and a domineering personality they’re on the rougher side.

- Kisses between the two of you usually start out slow before becoming more heated. They’re the deep, drawn out types of kiss that end with an abrupt pull before the two of you snap back to each other once more.

- Soft, barely there touches; whether with his hands or with his lips. They’re so soft that you’re sometimes not even sure if they touched you or not.

- Sitting on his lap.

- He likes leaning down, close to your side to talk to you, as well as seeing you lean up to speak in his ear/get close to his face yourself.

- Considering the fact that you’re usually not staying in the most comfortable of places, you’ve taken to falling asleep with your head on some part of him. You usually start out just sleeping near each other but throughout the night, you’ll drift close and end up cuddling. It’s usually you who does so but on occasion, you’ll wake up to his arm around you and his body pressed up against yours.

- He likes pinning you to things when he kisses you.

- He’s sort of obsessed with your thighs and butt. He’s constantly grabbing or picking you up by them, usually to carry you off somewhere so that he can kiss you better.

- He’s sort of like an animal in regards to how your scent drives him wild. There’s been so many instances of him drawing near you or burying his face in your neck that you can’t deny that he’s trying to smell you.

- Good girl, princess, sweetheart; he mainly uses them in a sarcastic way but it makes your heart race every time and he takes notice of that.

- Getting thrown over his shoulder whenever he pleases. Make a fuss and kick or hit his back all you want, he’s not letting you down until you’re away from whatever he wanted you to be away from; or just wherever he wanted to take you.

- He lets you do things, giving you the illusion of being in control while you’re both pretty much fully aware that he’s only letting you lead him places or letting you touch him. Don’t be fooled into thinking that you have the upper hand, he always knows exactly what you're doing.

- Living in close quarters together. He in particular is always squeezing around you or using the excuse to press himself against you.

- He secretly likes when you try to tease him or are otherwise soft with him. Trying to go up on your tippy toes to kiss him, leaning in close to his face as you speak, lingering touches; things like that.

- He pretends like he doesn't know certain things to humor you. He notices everything so if you think you have a secret or are going to surprise him, you’re wrong; but he may pretend like he’s sort of surprised for your sake.

- Getting your stuff stolen by him.

- Getting a bit of a scare whenever he just pops up behind you. He sort of likes being able to scare you, he thinks your reactions are sort of cute.

- Stargazing. You probably convinced him to do it though he mainly just stared at you like a big softie while you were distracted.

- His only regret about changing his eyes is the fact that he can’t see you properly, and judging from what he’s able to see, its a damn shame.

- Bonfires and camping out places.

- Hunting together.

- Occasionally dropping into some far off planet, maybe going to a bar or him stealing from a liquor store so that the two of you can sit and drink together.

- You're pretty much constantly hiding out or on the run, well, he is at least. You may have to go into town for the two of you on occasion; especially if it’s a town that he’ll be recognized in.

- Little, somewhat morbid gifts; though he does get you ones that aren’t on occasion, both made by him or stolen from somewhere.

- Well, it’s a known fact that he can smell period blood so he’s always able to act accordingly and a bit sweeter than usual when it’s that time of the month.

- Tracing and/or hearing the stories behind his scars.

- Bandaging him up and him doing the same for you, trying his best to be as gentle as he can.

- Getting taught how to fight or shoot. He likes hoisting you up from the ground by your clothes or pinning you down, showing you just how much stronger he is. It’s kind of his kink.

- Getting taught survival tactics, card games, and so on. It’s a fun way to pass the time and a way to do it around each other.

- While he can certainly be rough, we all know that he can also be soft and caring; especially with you.

- Teasing; whether its with ominous connotations or not. He may use his teasing to gauge whether or not he can trust you or to find out your true opinion on something.

- He only ever wants to help you. Everyone else can be damned but the minute you need something, he’s right there to assist you.

- He pretends like he isn’t as worried as he really is by making his concerns sound threatening. Like after you put yourself in danger, he’ll make some comment like “you do something like that again and I’ll fucking kill you”. It’s the way he shows he cares; he isn’t used to giving a shit about anyone.

- He’s one of those “you don't have to apologize for anything” types of boyfriends. He wants you to be unapologetic with people like he is.

- Lots of jealousy; he doesn’t particularly like you being around other men though he does trust you. It’s not about him thinking you’d cheat on him, its about the one person who truly cares about him and the only person he can trust being taken away from him or liking someone else more than him.

- Somewhat overprotective. He doesn’t underestimate you but he does all that he can to prevent you being in any pain; emotional or physical. Whenever you mention a stupid, little fear of yours, he’s reminded of how vulnerable and precious you are and how much he has to keep you safe.

- He’s blunt, aggressive, sarcastic, and somewhat demeaning so yes, there’s going to be quite a few fights in your relationship; though most aren’t ridiculously serious or completely relationship threatening.

- After you’ve had a fight, he either doesn’t apologize and the two of you just move on or he watches you and let’s the guilt fester until he finally approaches you, putting his hand on your arm and kissing your temple. If you were outside of the ship, he’d pull you to your feet gently, giving you an earnest “I’m sorry, alright? C’mon” and guiding you back on board.

- He doesn't say that he loves you very often but you do “get one” on occasion, usually grunted/grumbled out and passed off as being no big deal.

- You’ll be his mate for life if he can help it. He wants to be with you for as long as he can, maybe start a family or just live out your lives alongside each other.

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Happy Science Fiction Day: Black Women in Sci Fi

January 2 is Science Fiction Day... Here is the blackfemmecharacterdependency masterlist for the sci fi content that can be found featured on this blog

Starting with the Basics:

Afrofuturism | Black Women in Sci Fi | Black Women in Star Trek | Black Women in Star Wars (Shows & Movies Masterlist) | Black Women in Doctor Who | Black Women in Sci Fi | Sci Fi | Science Fiction Day (Many of these might just be the same stuff. Idk right now.) Black Women in Sci Fi Playing Women I will be expanding on this person's work someday. Black Women in Sci Fi Playing an Alien (Alien Characters Masterlist)

Franchises

The Alien Series | Doctor Who | Star Trek: The Original Series, The Animated Series, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Discovery, Lower Decks, Picard, Strange New Worlds, | Star Wars |

Shows I've Reblogged

3% | 4400 | The 4400 | Altered Carbon | Battlestar Galactica | Black Mirror | Blake's 7 | Brave New World | Dark Angel | Dark Matter | Dark/Web | Defiance | Electric Dreams | Eureka | The Expanse | The Fantastic Journey | Final Space | Firefly | For All Mankind | Foundation | Fringe | Gen V | The Gifted | Heroes | Humans | Intergalactic | Invincible | Jason of Star Command | Jupiter's Legacy | Killjoys | Kissing Game | Krypton | Lost in Space | Lovecraft Country | Minority Report | Misfits | Quantum Leap | Raised by Wolves | Sliders | Space: Above and Beyond | Stargate SG 1 | Supernatural | The Tomorrow People | Torchwood | The Twilight Zone | The Umbrella Academy | Utopia | Vagrant Queen | Warehouse 13 | Westworld | Y: The Last Man

Movies I've Reblogged

Alien VS Predator | Alita Battle Angel | Avatar | Children of Men | The Chronicles of Riddick | Class of 1999 | Cloverfield | Dune | Fast Color | Ghosts of Mars | Guns Akimbo | Jupiter Ascending | Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome | Men in Black International | The Old Guard | Repo Man | Robot Jox | Strange Days | Supernova | Valerian and The City of a Thousand Planets

Short Film

I Am

Definitely likely changing the way that this is set to have it be a character list like the other BFCD Masterlists, but for today, this all I got for the girlies. To be fair, it might need to be like the Monsters ones. Or, I might do a separate one that's characters later. Idk.