#Neon Starfield

[violadesdragons]

Welcome to Neon

[bellonathedragonborn]

So I tried out Starfield through Game Pass while the game is pretty. It just isn’t for me.

Anyway, here’s my character Dren or Drenna. They’re enby and grew up on the streets of Neon as a street fighter.

[eurodynamic]

NEON, PLEASURE CITY Starfield (2023)

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Neon

Concept art for Starfield

Art by Ilya Nazarov

[m-1-8]

when going undercover on Neon goes slightly too far

(close up)

[molags-balls]

Neon - Volii Alpha

🪐 Starfield 🪐

[fukutomichi]

Starfield / Bethesda Game Studios "Neon started as a fishing platform, but is now known throughout the cell systems as a pleasure city, where allmost anything goes"

[bearlytolerant]

[dandylion-virtual-adventurer]

Welcome to Neon

[seranavolkihars]

my starfield spacefarer oc 🧍‍♀️

[sage-gamer]

Last Wednesday when the ESO's PC EU servers were down, I loaded up Starfield to play and oh my god

I actually had the best time.

I know the game got a lot of bad/mediocre reviews but I loved the character customisation.

And it goes into such detail - you can pick a backstory trait.

And I love Neon. I love the concept of the city so much.

The flying isn't for me but regardless, I love it! I haven't even tried the settlement building yet.

I forgot to take a screenshot of my character too lol

I'll need to post that next time I load it up. Which may be soon cause I can't stop thinking about it lol

[aro-pancake-writes]

@fangbangerghoul, it's here.

I have way too many brain rots that need to pay their rent.

I also still have Kinky Boots floating around in here, and decided to continue on my previous one.

NSFW, so minors DNI.

AFAB NB Dusty, goes by they/them.

And I still cannot name my stories.

[Read beneath the cut]

The walk back to the hotel was charged and rushed.

Sam's jacket covers my body from anyone who wants to take a peek, and I feel protected by it.

I never really minded the looks, catcalls or anything like it. But the way that man touched me, pressed me against his body, that was a stark reminder of why I haven't dressed like this in a while.

However, the way Sam jumped in to protect me, to save me when I froze, felt good.

The elevator opens on our floor, and Sam is already pressing me against the nearest wall to kiss me, while trying to find the door and get us inside.

I shrug off his jacket as soon as the door closes behind us, giving him access to my body. I watch as his eyes turn dark in desire while I walk towards him.

“How do you want me?” I ask, wrapping my hands behind his neck.

“Just like that.” He says, turning me to face away from him, a hand making its way up my legs and raising my dress. “I want you to trust me, and let me fuck you until I'm done.”

I have to bite back a moan. I trust him. With my life whenever we're out exploring, so this isn't that far off.

I lean forward, offering him a view of my ass. He slaps it, making me moan out loud.

“Darling, you're gonna make me cum in my pants if you continue to make those lovely sounds.” He says, wrapping a hand around my neck and the other on my hips, finding my dampened underwear.

“Would that be so bad?” I ask, feeling bratty and defiant. It was a great choice.

He rips off my undies, falling on his knees and making me turn to him.

Before I can react to the way he manhandles me, his lips take my heated core. His beard is scratchy as he feasts like a starved man. And I love it.

He places one of my legs over his shoulder, giving himself better access and placing his hand on my lower back for support.

I'm so close now, looking down at his blue eyes, full of love and worship, and…

He stops. Letting go of me completely and getting up. I almost fall, if not for him holding on to my waist for stability.

“Brats don't get to cum.” He says with a tone of command. And I want more. “Now, darling, get rid of this dress. Don't hide from me.”

I do as he says, removing the dress and allowing it to puddle at my feet. As I go to sit and remove the boots, he stops me.

Those stay, then.

It's hot to look at his eyes without having to crank my neck up. But the hot press of his skin on mine had me wondering when he had the time to strip.

The feel of his pants tells me that he's not fully naked, stabilizing his dominance further over me.

I want more. More of it, of him, of being taken care of.

He makes me get down, sitting on my heels with my knees apart. He takes his sweet time running his fingers on my lips and opening his pants ever so slowly.

I'm not prepared for the way his cock almost hits me in the face when freed, the desire already leaking off the tip. I want to taste it, feel it.

One look at his face, and the permission in his smile is all it takes for me to wrap my lips around him and let it go in as deep as I can.

It's not everything, but he's pleased. I know he'll respect the limits of both my body and my mind.

I suck on him, enjoying the grunts and moans he gives me. It's not doing much to help my edged and denied state, especially when he cums in my mouth. I freeze for a second, looking at him for instructions when he slips out of my grasp.

“You're a good lil bitch, aren't you?” He asks, placing a hand under my chin. I can only nod, keeping my eyes locked on his. “Then you know what to do, love. If you want to earn your release.”

I swallow and open my mouth to show him. The satisfied, cocky grin he gives me makes me go weak.

Sam pulls me to my feet, and before I can take a step on my own, he has me facing the nearest wall, one with a massive mirror on it.

I was a mess. My makeup is smudged, my lipstick is completely gone, my hair wants to fall back to its natural position. The reflected person was one who was pleasured and guaranteed the night was not over just yet. Sam pulled me to lean forward for him.

I have to put my hands in the mirror for support as he enters my body. It's too much to take in after being denied so long. I'm panting and begging as he makes me arch my back so he can have access to my neck as he fucks me relentlessly.

“Please,” I say, not even knowing what I'm about to ask for.

“Please, what?” He asks me, slowing down his pace. It's tortuous, denying me once again my release. “What do you want?”

“I want you.” My words come out cut and breathless, with his movements becoming harder. “I want you to make me cum. Please, Sam.” My pleas feel like it's falling on deaf ears, as he stops completely and takes a step away from me, taking me to the bed.

“You'll have to work for it.” He sits on the bed, comfortable and naked, pulling me to his lap. “Now, sit.”

And I sit, placing him back where he belongs and riding him.

There's only the sounds of our moans and our lovemaking echoing in the room, turning me on even further.

I'm so, so close, that one flick to my clit and I'll collapse.

And Sam knows it, holding my hands back and making himself my only source of pleasure.

“When I said you'll have to work for it, I meant it.” He whispers in my ear. “Now, imagine what I can do for you if you cum for me, right… now.”

It's like magic. When he says it, my whole body shakes, letting out everything. There's wetness between my legs, and I can only see the sky blue of his eyes.

Sam takes over, fucking me through my orgasm and dragging another one out of me. And another.

It feels like being on the beach, and having wave after wave hit you, in a way you can't even stop to breathe.

There's warmth inside, and it's taking me on another high.

I have no strength to move when we both come down from our high.

“I'm sorry.” Is the first thing I hear, making me look up at him. “I'm sorry if I was too rough on you.”

“You weren't.” I say, falling back to his neck and enjoying the scent of leather and bourbon. “It was great. There's nothing to apologize for.”

“Love, look at this.” He says, placing a hand on my hips. I look, finding light marks matching his hands. It'll be bruised by morning, but they make me smile. “It's not a laughing matter.”

“Not laughing.” I shrug, going back to nuzzle his neck. I love being like this, basking in his scent and warmth. “They make me happy. I want to bear your marks, and I do it with pride.”

There's a deep breath, and he hugs me, pulling me closer to his chest. It's still not close enough. I want closer, more, mine.

But tiredness takes over, and I only want to take a shower and sleep for the night.

Before I can say or do anything, I'm turned on the bed, with Sam removing my boots, that I had all but forgotten I still had on. He picks me up and takes me to the bathroom, where we take a long and steamy shower.

Back to the bed, I'm curled up to his side, drawing circles on his chest as my insecurities finally pop up.

Is… is this a one time thing? Or will we be able to do it again? Does he want something more, a real relationship with me, or just the sex?

“We can't do this,” he starts, and I hold back from sitting up. My heart skips a beat, and I move to look at his eyes, “on the ship.”

“Why?” I hold back all my dark thoughts, sending them to the pits of my mind.

“Because you're too loud, love.” He laughs, coming in to kiss me. I don't avoid it, but don't reply either. “The whole ship would know when we're fucking. And I'd rather keep those noises for myself. We don't need anyone else knowing that you can sound so lovely with my dick inside of you.”

I stare at him blankly while processing.

“You want more?” I blush, and he looks at me like a lost pup.

“More?” He smiles, pulling me to sit on his lap. “Darling, I've wanted you since the moment we first met. I've wanted to know your taste, your sounds, your warmth since the day you first walked into the Lodge.”

Just sex, then. I try to keep my heartbreak from showing, but it's too much to hold in.

“Then I got to meet you.” He continues, giving me a glimmer of hope. “And I fell in love with you. I've been scared that you didn't feel the same way I do. That I'm not good enough…” I can't hear him talking about himself like this, so I interrupt him with a kiss.

“I do. I feel the same way.” I'm finally able to smile again. My broken pieces are put back together. “And you're worthy of love, Sam. Hell, I'll give you the galaxy if you ask it of me.”

There's a hearty laugh, and he kisses me again.

“I can already hold my whole world in my arms, love. There's no need for more.”

[fangbangerghoul]

GHOUL FILES

(Update!) Currently there are 5 chapters out for Ghoul Files! Some of the stories are entwined together while others are a standalone story. Chapter 1 Frigid Love Chapter 2 The Invitation Chapter 3 Museum Heist pt 1 TW: Stuck in a box Chapter 4 Rosalia pt 1 Chapter 5 is now out, and it is a continuation from chapter 1! You may have saw a snippet of it this past week. TW: Skull crushing Violence

        Awkward Meeting pt 1

  

   The ship had flown into orbit of Volii Alpha and Ghoul was still awaiting the all clear to land in Neon. The ship’s ID markings were not legal ones but as long as Jazz pulled through on her end the planet’s security system wouldn't be none the wiser to it. Ghoul’s fingers impatiently tapped on the side of the captain’s chair and she was trying everything in her might to think of anything other than the reoccurring name that repeated in the back of her mind. Masako Imada. The one person she always hoped to avoid the attention of whenever she revisited Neon City. Her wanted bounty was technically paid for thanks to the once wonderful Constellation members but Ghoul was not quick to forget the her ‘mother’s’ true nature.

            “You’re cleared for landing.” A voice came through on the comms allowing Ghoul to finally initiate the landing sequence. She was starting to regret her lack of thought when it came to her wardrobe this morning. The green sweater and cargo pants fit her well and comfortably. Those were important considering she acknowledged how often she found herself in impromptu combat but she knew very well that if it was raining she would soon be soaked to the bone. The ship used it’s autopiloting features to land itself into the designated landing pad the security team had sent to her ship. It was convenient as fuck and it made Ghoul’s life that much easier, which she enjoyed. Just like she enjoyed the face Delgado gave her right before she got into her ship to leave. Stern on the exterior but his eyes spoke a different language that only she could decipher.

            Ghoul got up from the chair in the cockpit and untied her hair to fix it for the moment. It was very disheveled and it was hard to decide how she wanted it. The final decision ended with half of her hair and bangs tied out of her face while she let the rest of the green curls rest on the back of her neck. She was well aware she still looked like she had just gotten out of bed but appearances were the least of her worries. This had to go well, for Del’s sake. He was stressed enough as it was and having a face the whole Settled System’s could recognize in a heartbeat had to be frustrating. There was a part of her that was worried how recognizable she still was on this planet but she pushed the thought to the side thinking perhaps it had been long enough. Her knives were in the captain's locker and she equipped the blades throughout places on her body. They were of various sizes for their appropriate places and each had etchings of different symbols that mattered to her. It was one of the few gifts she ever accepted from Del and it was one of the first gifts that represented their unspoken union. 

            At the entrance of the ship she hopped onto the ladder then exited from the main hull and her boots clanked loudly against the metal. It was the only sound she heard till the landing bay hatch opened to dark gray skies and suddenly there were overwhelming sounds of crashing waves in the distance, thunder, and ships that flew in and out of the space port of Neon City. She was hesitant at first but after a deep breath Ghoul let herself exit the ship fully. The wind and rain caused a bit of a distraction at first but she quickly adjusted herself and ignored the pelts she felt on her from the raindrops falling so viciously.

            The walk towards the entrance of the city was still just as bright and as inviting as it always was with the flare and the bright colorful fluorescents. It made Ghoul frown without thought and she watched as lightning struck itself into the top of the tower where the city harnessed it’s power to run its joke of a vacation spot. The bridge was narrow and the guards ahead looked as if they were waiting for her specifically.It brought up past memories she chose to bury into the back of her mind as she held her fake ID up for them to scan.

“Cierra? Welcome to Neon City.” The one guard said the name on her ID suspiciously and Ghoul gave them a pleasant grin as if she was just so delighted to be here. The elevator doors opened awaiting her presence and as she stepped into the metal box she had to shake herself off a bit from how drenched the rain had made her already. She felt the water drain down her skin and clothes and drip onto the metal floor beneath her and she made an effort not to hug herself for warmth. The dripping of water and the quietness of the elevator soon ended as the metal box dinged on her arrival to the Neon Core grounds and the doors opened to reveal the bustling city ahead of her. Ghoul walked out into the city and immediately tried to become aware of all of her surroundings and possible people who had eyes on her. She never put it past a neon rat to not collect information on newcomers to point out potential subjects for the gangs that waged for territory of the city.  She also wasn’t too excited that the potential business partner was possibly a leader in one of these existing gangs, she knew how they operated and she was expecting to have to stay on her toes until she was back on her ship with the expected cargo.

“Who’s this pretty little thing? No one told us the King of the Crimson Fleet was going to bring party favors.” There was a rough scratchy voice to the left of Ghoul and she noticed a man with a bit of weight in muscle over her haunched closer to her. He was a little taller than her, dressed in average Neon city attire and he seemed to be losing some of his hair on the back of his head. She saw his eyes take her in like a drink but also slightly look past her and that was when instinct told her to look right as well. Sure enough, another man was with him and not much better looking with straggly greasy hair and average attire. The only positive was his body type which was thin and lanky enough to be malleable if needed to be.

“The only pretty little thing is going to be your cock on the side of the street if you dont step the fuck back.” Ghoul growled as she parted her feet slightly trying to subtly reposition the weight of her body. Her soaked clothes added a bit to her usual weight distribution but it was nothing she couldn't adjust to as she had to move.

“Ha! Do you hear the mouth on her? Boss is going to love her, Morti.” The man with the thin greasy hair said with amusement as they both stopped about three paces from her. The natural first thought was to run forward but Ghoul had a feeling they probably had a particular pathway they were going to lure her in if they both appeared like this to her. Neither of them looked very brilliant but the fact that they were waiting for her arrival, or the arrival for Delgado from this elevator meant they had time in advance to plan out some sort of game plan. Ghoul spit at the stringy man’s feet.

“I was trying to play nice when I arrived to Neon today but it seems the universe had other plans.” Ghoul sighed with disappointment and both the men took another step forward. She grabbed the blade that was closest to her right hand on the belt of her pants and immediately took a large leap forward to attack the one designated as Morti. He just barely stepped back in time and before she could try to kick him off his feet the one that was now behind her tried to grab her arms. There were dark chuckles that came from the both of them as if they thought they had the upper hand. Ghoul was quick to use her legs to push herself hard enough off the ground, that the one who held her lost his balance, and her legs were able to wrap themselves onto the man in front of her. As Ghoul felt herself fall backwards she used her legs to bring down the man Morti with her and he fell directly onto her, and into the blade she purposely held from her chest.

“Fra-a-nk” Morti said with a gargle as the blood rushed into the back of his throat and start to fill into his lungs. He had congested coughs and the one Ghoul assumed was Frank scooted back from her swiftly, as the light in his friend’s eyes started to fade. Ghoul wasted no time to stand up and yank her blade out of the deadman’s throat before using her boot to drive her message deeper into the man that was left alive. Morti’s skull made a wet crushing noise underneath her boot as the drive in the heel of her boot crushed his skull. Ghoul’s yellow eye’s were now directed on Frank who was still on his ass in the middle of the street. It was curious that no one was paying any mind to their little fight but Ghoul assumed whoever ‘boss’ was also had some of their credits paying off the Rangers in Neon.

“Delgado, King of the Crimson Fleet sent me and I am someone he decided was valuable enough to send in his stead.” Ghoul’s face was scrunching up with anger and she could feel the adrenaline beating through her heart, her veins, and echoing within her skull. The feral side of her was on the brink of making a visit and she was trying her best to keep it reigned in. It was obvious enough now that these men were sent to either assassinate or escort Delgado to the meeting location but now with one dead and the next one about to be she didn’t feel like wasting time to find out.

“Fuck! Boss didn’t mention that Delgado had a replacement. We didn't know,we swear!” Frank looked pathetic now compared to the bravity he was displaying only moments ago. He quickly jolted up and started running in the opposite direction without warning. Ghoul was annoyed with his cowardice and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was on her home planet or because of the adrenaline she needed to go after him. Without a second thought Ghoul chased the man through the crowd and tried to trail him as fast as she could. She saw he turned down one of the darker alley’s that led to the Underbelly of the city. She followed him and even though he was out of reach, she was able to throw one of her smaller knives forcefully at him and with impeccable aim. The knife landed in the back of his right shoulder and even though he toppled over before Ghoul could catch up to him he was already on his tall and lanky legs again. She growled under her breath and looked for any field advantages and there was nothing but people and narrow pathways. Suddenly the elevator that went directly to the Underbelly opened and a wave of people got out in front of her blocking her view of the direction the stupid man went. All of her  anger exploded from her and she punched the nearest concrete wall in an impulsive decision. She quickly regretted it. Her hand felt pulses of pain jolt up her wrist and her elbow from the impact against the concrete.

“Fuck.” She said to herself as she panted. She took the opportunity to lean on the wall with her back as she inspected the pulsating hand. Her knuckles were bloody and they looked red and puffy but nothing seemed broken on the outside. She took the moment to breathe thinking what her next move should be. It would be impossible to try to send a message that would get to Del in time to inform him of the first meeting she encountered. She rolled her shoulders to remove some of the tension she felt from the soak clothes and the anger she felt because that stupid fucker got away. Ghoul watched the many faces that ignored her as they walked by and she smelt a familiar lingering scent that directed the rest of senses. That was when she realized she was near one of the underground aurora dens and her desire for the drug resurfaced. She shook her head pushing any thoughts of revisiting the Astral Lounge out of the way so she could focus on the task at hand. She vaguely remembered the time and location of the meeting and decided to follow through with the original mission before she made any more decisions based on personal interest.

This story is part of a collection of AU Ghoul stories. Please feel free to check out the other chapters on Ao3 as well if you would like to show support or reblog here on tumblr!

[atonalginger]

Snippet Sunday

Oh hey, it's Sunday and I've got another snippet from the upcoming Rise of Libertatia series!

I'm going to generally tag The Coemancer Crew and anyone else who sees this reminder and thinks "oh hey, I got something I want to share!" No pressure at all, just know you are invited.

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Rafa’s fussing intensified, grunts and whines turning into full on wailing. Delgado glanced at the antique clock ticking on top of the bookshelf and realized it was time for a feeding. Bella groaned and started to sit up but he stopped her, “I’ll handle him, you take it easy while Jay gets you packed.”

She studied his face, fear peeking through on what was to come, “you sure?”

“Absolutely,” he leaned in and gave her a tender kiss, “make your call, pack for the trip, let us handle everything else.”

She nodded reluctantly and let go of him. He stood up and made his way into the kitchen to prepare a bottle for the little boy. He tried not to think about Bayu and the approaching mess of taking him out while the bottle warmer did its job. Tried to not think about the stress Bella and the kids were going to go through jumping out to Jemison so soon. About the anxiety of being separated from them again. Bella being down two sets of hands with the kids and worried about both of them at the same time. Each bad thought he tried to mentally bat away like he did back in the Fleet before he met her. Except these bad thoughts moved like rubber balls, bouncing back with more force each time.

The timer chirped at him and he pulled the bottle, checking the temperature by shaking a drop onto the back of his hand before he walked back into the front room and over to Rokov, who was busy bouncing and cooing at their little boy. Delgado leaned in and nuzzled the top of Rafa’s head, whispering soothing words.

“You going to take him into the office?” Rokov asked.

“Yup, I can drop the blinds and lower the lights in there,” Del carefully accepted his crying son, “we can talk plans once the Aria lifts off.”

“Da,” Rokov gently rubbed Rafa’s head, “be a good boy and eat for Papa.”

Rafa’s wails intensified, as if answering both his fathers. Delgado slipped down the hall, tapping the controls for the windows with the bottom of the bottle while he slid the door shut with his foot. Little Rafa’s cries rattled his soul; they were more intense than his usual hunger cries. Do you know? He wondered as he sat down on the small couch in the corner of his office, do you realize what’s happening?

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Neon shipyard

Concept art for Starfield

Art by Ilya Nazarov

[molags-balls]

Neon - Volii Alpha

🪐 Starfield 🪐