#Sam Coe x Spacefarer

[fangbangerghoul]

photo used for banner by: @labelle-fleursauvage Below is a masterpost of my Sam Coe centered fics, all links lead to Ao3 all fics MDNI, 18+, heed the tags please

Starfield Fanfiction, Sam Coe edition:

One Shots/Reader Fics:

Capacity Limit (Sam Coe x fem!reader) TW: Bondage, Cannon Violence

Reader and Sam Coe are on a mission to eliminate Spacers and Reader keeps picking up too much shit.

Tear You Apart (Pirate Sam Coe x fem!reader) TW: CNC, Facefucking, bondage, light forced voyeurism, it's very explicit and it's a pirate being a pirate so just be wary. This isn't your Sam Coe from Kansas anymore.

You are now Starborn in search for the remnants of what you have left behind in your new current universe. You rush to be reunited with a new version of those you cared deeply but things go awry.

soft leather and spurs (softdom!Sam x fem!reader) Tw: praise kink, soft breeding kink, language?

You are leaving the bar for the night after playing a game of let's meet like strangers with your favorite cowboy.

gameshot by me (one of the few I have ever taken lol)

Ghoul series: The fics chosen from the Ghoul series are ones that heavily include Sam Coe. (will be updated in the future)

1. Neon City Delights (completed)TW: Drug use, SA, Cannon Violence

Walter Stroud has finally decided to talk to you (Main character) like you are a person at Constellation. So, to prove to yourself and the companion the association has assigned to you as of late, Sam Coe, you now get to walk the streets of your hometown to complete a mission with your lead. What happens at the Astral Lounge doesn't need to be told, right?

2. Settling with the Stars(completed)TW: Cannon Violence, Alcohol

Being grounded to a planet is worse when you know you could be out doing something better with your time. Sarah Morgan wants our main character to lay low while others have been out doing quests of their own. How has our main character been settling with their down time since their near-death experience at Neon City?

Bonus story:

Ghoul Adventures (Halloween edition, on hiatus)

This Halloween edition of Starfield tales takes our Main Character and some of the crew of Constellation on a spelunking adventure in search of what is causing all of the spooky rumors at the local citizen outpost.

[atonalginger]

What happens when by chance two starborn find their soulmate in the multiverse? Would they give up Unity for each other?

This is something I did to go along with a long fanfic I'm writing for NaNoWriMo. OC Starborn and Starborn Sam Coe. In the story he has cut his hair and shaved the beard to distance himself from his original life.

I've been working on shading and lighting more in my art and I'm really happy with my progress.

[notyourramona]

I need support of the hive brain of Starfield fic writers!

What do you think Crimson Fleet pirates do in their spare time?

Out of the box, silly, gruesome, all the suggestions! I want to compile a list for ideas for the fic I am working on! After I compile the list I'll post it to share this resource for any others who would like to write content surrounding The Crimson Fleet.

Thank you in advance for your support!

[bread0nhead]

For Your Eyes Only (18+)

Sam Coe (Starfield) X F!Spacefarer!Reader

It’s the first time you and Sam have been apart since your relationship began. So why not send some photos to remind him of what he’s missing?

“Sarah, ready to head out?” You ask as you and the other members of Constellation stand around the lodge.

“Of course.” Sarah confirms.

“Really? Sending the big boss instead of me?”

“Don’t worry Sam, I’ll be sure to bring her back in one piece.” Sarah teases and a glint in her eyes.

“We’ll be in UC territory, somewhere a Coe doesn’t exactly fit in. Besides, we’ll be back in a week. Tops.” You kiss Sam on the cheek before grabbing your things to head out.

It’s not the week apart that has Sam pouting, it’s the fact he’ll be stuck in the Lodge for a week without you. Sam hasn’t been grounded for that long in months and the stars are already calling him.

The first three days weren’t all that terrible, as he spent most of his time helping Cora with her schooling and gathering supplies. It’s by the fifth day he’s practically bashing his head against the walls.

Knowing self mutilation isn’t the scratch to the explorers itch, he picks up the boxing gloves sitting on the floor of his room and starts wailing at the punching bag. The chain holding up the bag rattle and snap with each swing. He continues long enough to get sweat creeping down his bare chest. It isn’t until a ping from his phone comes in that he takes off the gloves and rests on the steel bench next to the leather bag.

It’s a message from you, the first he’s heard from you since you left.

“Bad news, looks like this mission might take an extra couple of days. Think you can hold out just a little longer for me?”

Sam groans at the message and grabs his explorer hat to put it back on, ready to scream into it. The hat has always brought him a little comfort.

“Another few days and I might need a new punching bag at the end of this. I miss you crazy.”

There’s no response for several minutes, making Sam all the more frustrated. After ten minutes, Sam tosses his phone on the bed and picks up the weights next to him. It’s just as the cell bounces on the mattress that another chime comes in.

Sam’s happy no one is there to see how fast he rushed to his phone to open your message. And when he does, he’s even happier that he’s alone in his room. Sam lets out a breath curse under his breath as he examines the attached image.

You’re on some hotel bed, propped up with your ass in the air and the camera angle just getting the edge of your devious smile. You’re in nothing but your bra and panties with your hair down.

Damn you’re a sight to behold.

“Don’t tease me like that. Show me more of that beautiful body.”

You respond almost immediately with a new photo. One where your bra has been removed and your hand is just barely covering your nipples. Your whole face is in this one, which he finds to be the most beautiful part of the entire photo. Your cheeks are lightly dusted from blushing and your pupils are blown out. You have a flirty smile and a certain twinkle in your eyes.

Sam can feel his loose shorts getting tighter. If you’re going to tease him, he can do just the same. Sam snaps a picture of the tent growing in his shorts. Since he’s not wearing any boxers underneath, every edge and curve of his dick just peaks through in the shadow outlines. His toned stomach is also in the picture, glistening with sweat.

Sam’s a little nervous to send the photo. He’s never sent or received photos like these. Lilian wasn’t the most keen on intimacy, and before her all the girls he’s been with didn’t last long enough to even get their phone number. His heart picks up a bit as he hits send, anxiously waiting to see what you say.

“Look who’s teasing now.”

Before Sam even has a chance to respond, you send another photo. Your back is on the bed and you’re playing with one of your pert nipples. Your teeth bitting and sucking the corner of your bottom lip.

“Fuuuuuck” Sam groans, dragging a hand down his face and letting out a breathy chuckle.

His dominate hand palms his dick over his shorts as his other hand types up a response.

“Such a good girl for me”

“God I wish you were here taking good care of me”

Sam snaps another picture, this time his hand is holding his hard member. Veins, girth, hair and all are in the photo. It’s shameless, he knows. But fuck this is just so fun. He feels young and reckless again.

“The shit I would do to you right now…”

You respond to Sam’s text with the a short video of your slender fingers stroking and dipping into your folds with your fingers coming out covered in your own slick. Sam can hear your soft moans in the video and it has his eyes rolling back.

Sam can’t take this anymore, he needs to hear you. All of you. Every breathy moan and call of his name on your tongue. He hits the dial icon next to your contact in his phone and after the first ring, you answer with the cutest giggle he’s ever heard in his life.

“Well hello handsome. Miss my voice already?”

“I miss waaay more than just your sweet voice.”

Sam starts to stroke himself, feeling himself finch in his hand. He try’s to stifle the moan that’s sitting in his throat, but it comes out louder than he expected.

“What are you doing?” You ask in a teasing tone.

“You know damn well what I’m doing.”

“What do you want to be doing?”

“Ah fuck…” Sam took in a sharp breath through his teeth. “I want to taste you.” He strokes harder, thumbing the tip of his cock.

Sam can hear your gentle cries of pleasure, hear the squelching from below. It’s fucking music to his ears.

“I want to suck on your breasts until you’re panting for me. Then when you’re nice and wet, I want to devour you. Touch you in all the ways I know you like.”

“Sam” it comes out as more of a prayer than a call. He can hear how close youre getting.

“I want to fuck you so bad”

“I need you Sam”

“I know baby. I need you too.”

As your panting picks up, so does Sam’s. Neither of you speak for a couple minutes, just moaning and groaning into the phone, cursing and chanting each other’s names.

“I’m going to cum, Sam”

“Fuck, let me hear you”

Just seconds later you’re unraveling into the mic, calling out Sam’s name. This sends Sam over the edge, moving his hand faster until warmth oozes out of him and drips onto the floor. He groans loud and fulfilled while looking at your photos.

You both take a few moments to come down from the high.

“Please, hurry back to me.”

“I promise.”

[silurisanguine]

WIP Wednesday

From up coming next chapter of Chasing Your Star Until I Find Home and it's a spicy moment! 🚀🪐

I tag the Coemancer Crew as usual, Plus anyone else who'd like to share any wip.

His touch felt like electric on her skin, she'd missed it so much and she pulled him closer, her nails raking across his back, causing him to growl and lift her off the desk. "I need more than a taste." He whispered huskily in her ear, desire dripping off every syllable and Seren nodded, moving her head around to catch his lips again in a bruising kiss that told him she wanted it too. Sam carried her over to the bed and dropped her down onto it, whilst he stood at the foot and divested himself of the rest of his clothes. Seren matched him, sliding out of what was left of her clothing just as fast, tossing it to the floor to watch Sam admire her for a moment before he crawled up over her, like a predator about to devour their prey. Seren lifted her hands up to touch Sam's chest, but he took her wrists in one hand and pinned them back over her head, making her back arch and breasts push up towards his face. Sam dipped down to envelope a pert nipple with his lips, sucking gently. It made Seren throw her head back as warmth shot down to her core, that ache she'd missed, building fervently as her need for this Sam to fuck her grew. "You can have me." She whispered as she lifted her head again, to see Sam's predatory smile widen. He threw his hat off, where it landed on the chair to the side and dove for her again, his mouth crashing with her lips, tongue delving into her mouth to entwine with hers, greedily drinking down her moans like his life depended on it.

[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Starfield

Rating: G

Pairing: Sam Coe x Spacefarer

Word Count: 239

loop

It was supposed to be grand!

Stellar!

An adventure and experience you never had before!

At least the last bit had proved to be true.

But now you stand amidst your friends—not friends? The elation and high wearing off as some marvel and some doubt.

All seeing starborn and not you.

Your eyes meet Sam’s, one’s you’ve lost yourself in a million times before, and he is suspicious while holding the hand of your reflection. This version of you is happier and softer. Years of togetherness etched in the laughter lines reminds you of what you chose. They are what you can now, never be again.

Breath hitching in your throat, you turn right back around, pushing through that Lodge door, regret a stone in your belly.

The artifacts are yours.

Step through the unity again.

—

Oh, it’s getting old. Redundant. Laborious.

The endless cycle of exiting and entering or is it entering and exiting? You’ve lost track. All you care about is finding Sam. Your Sam. The one you spent too few years with, trading time with him for this cycle of monotony.

Gun loaded, you point the trigger. Mercenaries. Yourself. Andreja. Cora.

The last one makes you numb.

You tried to find Sam. Even one that wasn’t yours but a you had already married him. Already loved him and they could not make room for Not You.

No love for a starborn.

So you move on.

Hunter vs Emissary vs Arbiter.

Another cycle.

Another artifact.

Another.

Anothe—

A—

[eridanidreams]

Snippet Sunday

Tagging: @bearlytolerant, @silurisanguine, @aro-pancake, @fangbangerghoul, @atonalginger, @aislingdmdt, @fshenkoescape, @ninjaofnaps, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @hockeydemon42, @fomagranfalloon@violenceandviolets, and @artemis-crimson

Enjoy this little NYE snippet!

from stars through my fingers like grains of sand

Cait stopped outside Reliant, looking up at the sign like she wanted to be anywhere else. Cora stepped up next to her and took her hand. "It's just Reliant. Dad took me here when I broke my leg. Dr. Manning's really nice, so you don't have to be scared."

"I'm glad you like him," Cait said softly. "That helps some."

"You know all sorts of medical stuff, so why are you worried?" Cora looked up at Cait, gently swinging their arms as they waited.

"Um. That's a long story." Cait rubbed the side of her face. "When I was a little girl, some bad people experimented on me. You know what genesplicing is, right?"

Cora nodded enthusiastically. "Uh-huh! It's used for all sorts of things!"

"Well, they were genesplicing me with non-human DNA. I don't know what." Cait spoke very quietly, so only Cora could hear. "And it hurt a lot. And they did other things that makes it very hard for me to talk about it, or get help about it."

"Is that when you got your eyes?" Cora asked quietly. "And why you can't eat chocolate?" Dad had warned her never to have chocolate around Cait because it would make her sick. "That's just the worst."

Cait looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Yes, that's when I got my eyes. And probably why I can't eat chocolate, and you're right. That is the worst." Cait made a little face that made Cora giggle. "The worst." While Cait was talking, Cora opened the clinic door and tugged Cait through it. "We think they wanted to keep me away from doctors who might find out about what they did. And your dad thinks that maybe there's a way for the doctor here to help fix that." Cait rubbed her eyes, finally noticing where she was. "Clever Cora," she murmured, sitting awkwardly in the nearest seat.

"Yup!" Cora said cheerfully. "You stay there, I'll get the doctor for you!"

She actually didn't have to; Dr. Manning came out of the back. "Well, if it isn't little Miss Cora Coe. How's the leg?"

Cora bounced up on one foot and did a little spin. "Just fine, see! We're here for Captain Cait. Dad said she should talk to you." Cora leaned in and said in a loud whisper, "Cait's scared of doctors so I'm helping her."

Dr. Manning looked over at Cait. "Miss Coe here has a point. You don't look good at all. So why don't you come on back and we'll see what we can do. Will Cora be staying with you during the exam?"

"Yes!" Cora exclaimed, while at the same time Cait said, "No."

Dr. Manning chuckled. "That's fine, then, Miss Coe can wait in my office." He gestured them back, pointing Cait toward the small exam room, and Cora toward the equally small office. Cora frowned as the doctor closed the door on her. This was not part of the plan!

[fomagranfalloon]

ONE MORE RUN BE ENOUGH

My little shorty about Sam Coe is now complete on AO3.

Pairing: Player Character x Sam Coe

Summary: After countless trips through the Unity, the Spacefarer is growing weary of the Starborn life. After fruitless searching for her original Sam Coe in every iteration, she starts to see something special about the Sam in this latest universe.

Warnings: Game canon typical violence, language, spoilers for end of main mission

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue

[kithkinchick]

WIP Thursday, I guess? Finally getting to the scenes I have had in head for weeks to write about all the feelings that the Sam Coe, the Crimson Fleet, the Rangers and Lillian gave me. Also, because @spookyspecterino and @magnitude101999 write amazing things and woke up my muse

Gayle's an industrialist/introvert, and she pulled Lillian into her quarters after Victor Compound to have a little chat about Lillian’s "now I'm going to kill your dad" comment to Cora

****

“All right, what's this about?” Lillian spoke first, then continued before Gayle could answer. “Actually, since you gave me this opportunity, I want to be frank.”

Gayle nodded for her to continue.

“What the hell were you thinking bringing Cora here?” Lillian exploded. “I figured on Sam doing something this foolish, but I expected better of an active Ranger. It's bad enough that you encourage him with all the bullshit about Constellation being great for Cora, but you actively bring my daughter along on your adventures, when it could be the death of her.”

“You should know that without Cora you'd still be at Victor Compound.”

Lillian scoffed at that. “There’s no way, she's a child.”

Despite wanting to stay calm and keep in control Gayle saw red. Pushing back from the wall she had been leaning against she took a step toward Lillian. “You aren't giving her enough credit. Cora is a remarkable girl. She's the one that noticed the change in pattern with your communication. She's the one that brought it to out attention.” With each sentence she moved closer, and she was only a few feet away from Lillian when she spat cuttingly “and she's the one who called for backup when she needed it.”

Lillian’s head reared back from the shorter woman as the verbal blow hit its target. “I had no idea. I'll have to talk to her, and to Sam.”

Gayle wasn't ready to be mollified. “ As for Constellation, it is great for her. There is not a member of the group that wouldn't take a bullet for her. She has not just Sam, but all of us watching out for her, and she is soaking it all up like a sponge. Cora is going to be amazing when she grows up, because she has so many role models.”

Lillian regained enough of her balance to spit back. “She’s my daughter, and it should be my decision.”

Gayle barked out a harsh laugh at that. “Cora and Sam have been traveling with me on and off for almost a year. In that time she hasn't seen you once.”

“That’s the job.”

“No Lillian, that's how you choose to work the job.” Gayle shook her head sadly. “There are other Rangers.” She backed away and sat at her desk. “You can't tell me that running an op like this one without a handler, without some kind of safety contact, was the best option.”

“Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to tell me about my life, about my child?” Lillian’s volume was increasing again, and Gayle saw some of what she imagined Sam dealt with in their conversations.

“I'm the woman who reads with Cora every night before bed.” Both women stood stock still. “And I'm the woman who dropped everything because Cora was worried her mother might have been killed in the line of duty.”

[dryad-of-the-dogwood]

The Grav Jump Tango Chapter 1: The Next Horizon Pairing: Sam Coe x Spacefarer

Sam Coe was sure the newest member of Constellation was going to be trouble. Nobody just waltzed right in and had Andreja of all people saying good things about them within a couple of weeks. This woman was bound to be either up to something or riding on someone’s coattails. Walter’s secret kid or something maybe, that would probably be the best they could hope for.

Tempering Cora’s expectations though, well that was a little harder. Sam was still trying to remind her to behave herself when the conservatory doors opened. Before he’d even turned all the way around, he led with a joke about getting dragged into the dysfunctional little family that was Constellation.

“Dysfunctional? Oh, that explains why I felt right at home.”

The newcomer paused a few steps away, a smirk curling the left side of her mouth. She looked too pale and thin to be a miner, but there was something about the way she carried herself that said she might be stronger than she looked. She had an angular sort of face that made her age hard to guess, the only color in it at all a pair of dark eyebrows that matched the hair pulled back from her face and a few dark freckles that were scattered seemingly at random from her forehead to her jaw. She was taller than Sam would have expected too—half a head taller than Sarah, who had followed her in. It was her eyes that stood out most though, a pale green that showed her amusement much better than the rest of her face.

Apparently while he was trying to figure out what sort of person she looked like, Sam had taken too long to answer, because she held out a hand to shake. “Cassandra Warrick,” she introduced herself. And he had been right, she was definitely stronger than she looked, because she had one hell of a grip. “And you’ll be Sam Coe, Sarah’s Freestar Collective expert?”

He tried to head that idea off quick, but naturally, Cora jumped in to pile on and introduce herself too. At least Cassandra didn’t seem to have any problem with kids, because she flashed a grin that showed off a dimple on her right cheek. “Glad to meet you—and see someone your age that actually thinks space is interesting.”

It took some doing to steer the conversation back to the actual mission, and when Sam did, Cassandra seemed to change. Her back straightened and her expression shifted from almost playful to something bordering on icy. Hopefully that just meant she was taking this seriously, which would come in handy if they ran across any ashta on the frontier. It didn’t help when she asked about Akila, and he warned her about pissing off the Rangers. Her eyes narrowed, but he couldn’t tell if it was suspicion or judgment or something else entirely.

“Beyond that, just don’t be an asshole,” he summarized, and then suddenly her smirk was back.

“No worries there. Charm and disarm’s my specialty.” She winked, and Sam found himself back to his original estimate. That look just screamed trouble.

[fangbangerghoul]

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I host a Sam Coe Discord that is a lovely hub for creatives in the Starfield fandom! It consists of mostly Coemancers but we do have our little spot for the Crimson Fleet lovers as well!

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There are tons of game shots, fanfics, fanart, and shared head cannons that are within the server created by lovely, friendly members!

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[atonalginger]

Sam and Doc. A quiet moment.

[notyourramona]

Chapter 3: The Key pt 1

It has now been a couple of months since our main character has last seen or contacted her friends. What has life on the Key had in store for them?

Tw: cannon violence, blood, drug and alcohol use, sexual suggestions Minors DNI (with any of my work honestly)

Word Count: 5,222

Thank you to everyone who suggested their ideas and concepts it really helped with putting this chapter together! I promise to soon post a list of the suggested ideas! I hope this chapter is well received!

Ao3 Index: Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter 3: The Key pt 1

            The sounds of stomping, shouting, aggressive slurs and insults filled the room were accompanied by smells of sweat, dirt, blood, and alcohol. The room was dark except for the center where a tall metal fence in the shape of a circle was illuminated. It was encompassed by feral and vigorous pirates that all came to The Key for nights like this. There were two people already inside, striped of armor, covered in blood, and each only having one blade or a set of brass knuckles. They had a score board off to the side that was really just a big piece of metal they repeatedly spray painted on to keep track of the winners from each caged fight and bets on who would survive the rounds. Ghoul watched the events of the current fight go down viciously as the members within the cage fought for their lives and everyone who surrounded them cheered on the blood sport. It was the fourth match and only one combatant was ever allowed to leave the cage at the end of each match, leaving a pool of blood that burned the smell of wet metal in their nostrils. Another killing blow and a blood-curdling scream triggered more laughter from the group of pirates as another one of their members had succumbed to their demise.

            “Are you going to throw your lot in Rook?” A Crimson Fleet Captain chided at her as they threw back the lager filled cup in their hands. Ghoul’s eyes vehemently pierced into the challenger causing them to falter.

            “Do you want to meet me in the ring then?” She goaded the captain with a twisted smirk on her face. When she was first brought to the Key she was awoken in the middle of the night and thrown into the ring as a ‘prank’ by a couple of the more seasoned Crimson Fleet members. She had nothing but a tank top on and a short blade that was thrown into the ring with her. Ghoul was in shock for the first half of the sudden duel she had to endure and she barely made it out alive. Her opponent was twice her size and their hands were practically the size of her head. Ghoul knew she barely survived that night but she was granted a small bit of luck when her opponent got distracted by something Delgado had shouted into the ring. He had taken part in this ‘prank’ and was there to watch how his new recruit would handle the brutality of the fights because at that time he was still wanted to test her loyalties. She never figured out if it was coincidence that he had distracted the opponent or if it was a subtle maneuver to see how she would use the opportunity. Whichever it was, it gave her the opening she needed to throw her blade into the fighter’s jaw and pierce the insides of their skull. When she watched the life leave her opponents face, she didn’t want to admit to herself how much adrenaline it gave her. The stench of the blood that soaked her had clung to hair and skin for two weeks after she had slayed through three more opponents.          

            “You dare challenge me, Rook? No one survives the cage with me.” The captain mocked Ghoul with a hand gesture of them slitting their own throat. She could see the tattoos on their neck that indicated this member of the fleet has been a seasoned member for 8 years prior to this day and who knows how many fights that would equate too. Ghoul stretched their arms out and cracked their knucks as a response, purposely being cocky to rile them up. She found the more she played along the more she enjoyed these ruthless games herself. It was all the captain needed as both fleet members started to take off the armor they wore. Ghoul used a long and thin pin to put her faded green hair into a bun and she was left with her grey ragged tank top, black cargo pants and combat boots. Her blade was tucked into the belt of her pants and one of her recently earned tattoos stood out and brightly decorated her right shoulder. It was a depiction of an Ashta on its hind legs with a bloodied skull by its feet. She was given it as a badge of honor for mauling the opponents at her the first night she was trapped in the cage.

            “The Rook has a death wish!” Ghoul’s new challenger yelled out into the crowd and all the rowdiness from anticipation of the next match eased and eyes fell on them. This captain was slightly larger in build and leaner in the muscle category but Ghoul marked the fact that their wide shoulders could be an advantage for her later. In unison Crimson Fleet members started stomping their feet in a rhythmic beat as they did before the start of every match. It was tool used by the room to ramp up the emotions of the players and possibly give cold feet to those who are not prepared to be locked in a cage till their death. Ghoul could feel the energy in the room rile her up as it intended and the reaction was mirrored in her opponent. The makeshift door to the cage was opened by the one and only Naeva and she had the biggest smile on her face.

            “Let’s see if the Rook can keep their current track record or if I’ll just have another dead fluke.” Naeva purred then she grabbed Ghoul’s shoulder and tossed her with all her body weight into the cage. The force made Ghoul fall forward but she had expected it and used the momentum of her body to roll back onto her feet, blade in hand and pointed it directly at her new enemy who walked in behind her. The onlookers were rattling the fence, making vulgar faces and shouting obscene threats like fucking Ghoul’s skull when the captain killed her. She didn’t allow any of the noise or attempts to egg her on affect her composure she was used to that type of treatment from being a lower ranking member. Being a rook occasionally had its disadvantages but one common advantage was the others always underestimated how far Ghoul was willing to go. There was a bottle thrown over the fence and it landed by her feet as an offering and without a second thought she broke off the top of the bottle with the back handle of her blade. The glass shattered around her feet, but the drink was barely spilled from the bottle and with a wicked smile on her face Ghoul placed the broken neck to her lips. She opened her throat to allow the vodka to pour down it like a waterfall. The edges of the broken glass left little cuts on her lips and around her mouth so when she finished chugging half of the bottle there were little streaks of blood mixed with liquor that ran down her chin. This excited the crowd even more as they roared and stomped to let it be known they wanted the match to begin now.

            “Hopefully you enjoyed your last taste of liquor.” The captain said with confidence radiating their voice. They made a point to adjust the brass knuckles they had on their hands to intimidate. Ghoul felt the liquor start to burn her stomach, but that fire soon spread throughout her body and loosened her muscles enough for her to not feel so rigid anymore. Instinctually she ran towards her opponent head on to sike them out and as they were about to throw their hands in defense to her onward attack, she dropped her body to her knees and thrusted her blade in the captain’s thigh. The movement was extremely precise and she took pride in how easy that maneuver was for her. The enemy growled in pain but it did not stop them from being able to grab Ghoul by the shoulder and have their heavy fist impact the right side of her face. The sensation was like a rock was bashed into her head and she was left with painful cuts left from the metal they had wrapped around their knuckles. Ghoul still had her hand wrapped around the blade and she tore it out her opponent’s leg right before they were able to land a third blow. She could feel the blood oozing in her mouth but she ignored the burning of her face muscles to throw the blade into the captain again. This attempt was blocked with the hand that originally held her and it was what Ghoul wanted so she could escape the hold and regroup. She dodged the enemy’s second attempt to grab a hold of her and she used her free hand to wipe her face of the blood that leaked from it. Her enemy was the one who charged at her this time and Ghoul used the motion of the charge to her advantage by waiting till the last second to step aside and punch the back of their neck with the handle of her blade. The opponent started to falter but used the fence behind them to lessen the fall. Ghoul was in motion to swing at them but lost her own balance as the captain kicked her ankle. The temporary falter gave her enemy the edge they needed to pin her down to the blood-soaked floor. When their body had jumped on top of her, she felt the wind get knocked out of her and the crimson pool of liquid soak the back of her clothes and hair.

This fight was for survival and it was never entertaining for the crowd to hold back so immediately after pinning Ghoul down the captain started launching their punches into her again. The swings made her neck jerk with the impacts and it was becoming extremely difficult to focus or get out from under the captain. The pain manifested as a howling wind in her ears. The crowd made thunderous cheers and screams thinking that Ghoul was about to receive her final blow. They all lavished in the pain, the violence, the alcohol, the aurora, and even the pleasures of the body on these nights and these fights charged the excitement of the crowd. The pain in her face rocked her to her core and she could feel all the deep cuts and bruises these brass knuckles were leaving on her face. Moments like this were the only times she ever allowed herself to think of the people she missed dearly. The connections she had with Sam and Andreja reminded her she had something waiting outside for her off this space station as soon as she was allowed to free roam again. It was one of the few things she thought of so she wouldn’t let her life be lost here in the whirlpool of chaos and destruction. As the time went on with her being on The Key, she would occasionally feel herself on the edge of who she was and when she was close to letting herself lose everything, she used the memories as momentum to ground herself. The captain was breathing heavily as she sat on top of Ghoul thinking they had victoriously knocked her down and this was the long-awaited opening she was waiting for. With all of her might Ghoul managed to free her arms and grab the head of the person on top of her. She used her fingers to dig deep within their skin to hold them in place and then slam her own head into their nose with the force of a wild beast. There was a loud gasp from the crowd and the opponent screamed in writhing pain from their nose being busted into many pieces. Ghoul pushed through the dizziness from the attack to switch the position of their bodies to place Ghoul on top of her opponent. She did not allow herself to hesitate a single breath of a moment and raised her blade above her. The light that illuminated the cage gleamed on the blade brightly and with all of her might she threw her arms down and let the blade land in the captain’s throat. There was a small scream that was soon replaced with blood gargling in her opponent’s throat signally that their death was coming. Any sane person would have ended it there but Ghoul never let herself be a sane person within these metal fenced walls. She lifted her blade bearing it down with her soul while some of the blood sprayed with the motion of the blade, decorating her clothes. Ghoul repeated this over and over and the crowd went wild with crazed excitement as they watched her get covered in the bodily liquids and matter of the ex-crimson fleet captain. There was nothing but rage that filled Ghoul’s body, spirit, and mind and it was reflected in her golden eyes and blood covered body. She had won again and she would continue to win and rise up the ranks and take the respect she deserved from all of these fuckers. No matter how many people she would have to slay.

“The Rook!” Naeva screamed on the top of her lungs in pride as she abruptly grabbed Ghoul’s arm and held it up in the air. The watchful crowd of pirates cheered on the victory. Ghoul sat there on the body with her arm in the air panting from the amount of physical force ramming her blade into the body took. The gory sight was enough to entertain the crowd and after a few more cheers she was allowed to exit the cage. When she stepped out of the mini arena, Ghoul was surrounded with other members of the fleet who went to congratulate her and thank her for winning them their credits. She wasn’t looking at anybody’s face in particular while the room buzzed around her and the sounds of the people around her dulled in the back of her mind. She could feel her pulse was still racing from the adrenaline and someone had offered her a bottle of aurora. Ghoul didn’t hesitate as she ingested it with finesse hoping the drug would ease the loud buzzing and overwhelming panic that occasionally tried to take over after a fight. The room for a moment had extra color distortions and the thoughts of guilt and fear washed away like they never existed. When she felt her body again it was then she noticed an arm hold out a dirty blood-stained cloth in front of her. She took it no questions asked and begun to wipe off the brain matter, blood, and sweat off of her face and torso. Ghoul continued and took the pin out of her hair to let it fall down her shoulders as she leaned her head back to get the rest of the filth.

“You cease to surprise me, Rook. I expected to see your brains on the floor of the cage instead of Gijon’s.” It was the accented voice of the arm who handed her the towel that had spoken and when Ghoul looked up, she realized it was nobody other than their leader, Delgado. It was then in her slight intoxicated state explained why so many of the members had started to move on with their own celebrating. Most victories were accompanied with more drinks, being lifted into the air, or being pinned to a wall and congratulated with tongue. Delgado was watching her like an amused cat playing with a mouse and the gesture prompted her to lock her own eyes on him in challenge.

“Would you like to do the honors?” She invited him to a caged match with a playful smile. The drugs in her always made her feel 10x more fearless. Ghoul knew it was dangerous to even suggest such a thing but if she could kill him right here and right now. She no longer would have to be undercover anymore, assuming she could leave the space station alive afterwards.  

“Ah, do you think an invitation like that is wise? I could have my men hold you down while I rip out your insides.” The way he laughed at her was as if they were old friends but his blade was on her throat without a hesitation. She did not allow her body to flinch at his quick motion nor break the lock of their gazes because she refused to show that type of weakness in front of him.

“I never claimed to be wise.” Ghoul said sarcastically to him without fear. She leaned into his blade to tempt him to slit her throat and in doing it dug lightly into her skin allowing a trickle of blood to fall down to her collarbone. His movements were smooth like a cat as his shoulders relaxed and he slowly reached out with his other hand to gently pull the bloody cloth he had loaned her out of her hand. Delgado had a musky scent of alcohol and dirt. Ghoul’s intoxicated mind fixated on his series of moments, her chest pounding, and her eyes keen on him.

“Come with me, then.” He dropped the blade from her throat to motion for her to follow him and as he turned the crowd parted in front of him. Delgado led the way through the crowd with his head held high and the room responded to him as if it was his natural given birth right to hold command over these fools. His armor was highly decorated and parts of his skin were covered in a variety of symbolled ink from all of his victorious battles. Ghoul followed him with a tension in her body that made her each of her steps feel hesitant but she pressed forward to obey his command. The drugs and alcohol that filled her blood stream only subsided some of her fear. She knew it was not wise to allow her guard down around Delgado no matter how much she felt herself become more like them. As they were walking out of the room that contained the metal cage, Ghoul picked up a shot glass that had a type of brown liquor in it and she tossed it back into her throat before throwing the glass off into the void. Her diet was consisted of alcohol, aurora, and the occasional package of Chunks they would receive the past two months so there was a quota she had to hold within her system to not feel the changes within her that were happening.

They walked through The Key and the rest of the space station was relatively silent since everyone was either at their bar, The Last Nova, or still where the caged fights were taking place. The whistles from pipes fluctuating in pressure and the clanks of the metal contracting on the ship were the accompanying sounds that echoed with their boots. Ghoul finally realized that they were heading back to Delgado’s private lounge area and that thought gave her relief that there was now a smaller possibility she would have to engage in any more physical combat for the night. She had to train herself to continuously ignore when her body was feeling pain, hunger or when exhaustion threatened her. Because it was better to not to think about the lack of sleep from the last few days of aurora binging and how the fighting was wearing her body down even as it gave her more strength. Ghoul could feel the bags had been forming under her eyes and the last time she saw her reflection she noticed significant weight loss. Whenever she had thoughts of her companions outside of the fight ring, she would bury them deep within her memory to continue the mask she wore even if that mask was slowly fusing into her being. She was more curt, less forgiving, more willing to just take both what she wanted and the lives of others who stood in her way. The moments when she felt her mask slip were becoming farer in between each time and that led to making easier unpleasant and volatile decisions. Delgado had stopped in front of her and she jerked herself out of her thoughts as she paused a few paces behind him. He was at the door to the private lounge and two of his men stood to guard it but when they saw him, they opened the door without a verbal command as if they had been trained all their life.

The door revealed to a two-story room with an opening in the center of the room and it had older equipment littered about from when the UC used the space station. A lot of the older equipment was transformed into tables, lounging chairs, weapon cases, and whatever else their Pirate King deemed necessary. In the center of the open space of the room there was that familiar table with cards, chips, weapons, and credits lying about as a few of Delgado’s preferred company circled around the table. One of them was another rook just like herself who had been assigned with her when they completed their first test to earn their ranks in membership. Mathis saw Ghoul walk in behind Delgado and gave her a sneer as a greeting. He was rook who suggested early on to take Delgado out themselves but Ghoul was unwilling to lose her undercover status so soon. Mathis never knew about her real intention when she joined along side him but he stayed weary of her from the beginning.

“You look like you a fucking corpse, Ghoul.” Mathis shouted out at her which he tried to mask as jest but Ghoul wasn’t fooled.

“And you look like you’ve been eating shit for breakfast, loud bastard.” She kept a smile on her face so no one would know the wiser of the insult. Mathis threw his card’s down to fold as they ended another round and Delgado wrapped his arm around Ghoul’s shoulder and leaned in.

“This lucky bitch took down one of our long-standing champions Gijon! Her reward is to celebrate with us tonight!” Delgado praised her and his crowded table lifted their bottles up to toast her a drink for her victory. His grip on her shoulder did not loosen as his eyes lit in excitement and with a tantalizing smile he added. “Any pleasures you seek to take tonight are yours to have, indulge yourself.”

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            The smoke filled the room from the countless number of cigars, cigarettes, and aurora that was smoked between the members at the table. The music that loudly played reflected the grimy and rowdy energy that Delgado and his inner circle of members were exuding as they all played their rounds of different card games. Ghoul was invited to sit on the side of the table that Delgado, Naeva, and Jasmine had sat at while the other side had Mathis and a few long-standing pirates that were high in the ranks. There was plenty of laughter, threats, and alcohol to go around to continue the party well into the night. She had no issues fitting in with the rugged crew and even dared some to drink her under the table or play a round of five-finger-filet with her. Ghoul was loose and intoxicated but her dexterity never dulled. Mathis dared to challenge to the game and he almost lost his thumb from trying to keep up with how quickly she was able to stab the knife around her fingers. Unbeknownst to him, Ghoul had a trick up her sleeve each time and all she had to do was stab the outer layer of skin of her fingers so you wouldn’t actually bleed. Just like everything else he took his loss personally and vowed under his breath to make her pay one day which she laughed off to further the blow to his pride.

            “Drink” Delgado would command her as he continuously poured both of their drinks. There were moments where she felt part of his arm or shoulder press against hers from close contact and she would have to catch herself from wanting to rest on it. No matter how intoxicated Ghoul would do her best to sit straight and keep her ruthless exterior up for the room to see. There were loud sighs of frustration let lose around the table as the final hands of each of the card players were revealed to see the winning hand. Delgado won the hand and everyone had to relinquish their credits to him once again. The Crimson Fleet leader was undefeated for the last three games.

            “You got to be fucking kidding me, Del.” Naeva hissed at her commander. “There is no way in hell you keep getting lucky like this.”

            “Are you calling me a cheater Naeva?” His question was both laced with sarcasm and threat.

            “Are you admitting that you are?” Naeva quipped back and the table grew a little quieter from the rise in tension.

            “Who are we to question our leader’s honor?” Mathis chimed in to kiss ass like he normally could be found doing in situations like this. It was normally his way to compensate for his backstabbing nature.

            “Shut the fuck up, rook.” Naeva threatened with her pistol pointed at Mathis’ head. “Just because you were invited to the adult’s table this time doesn’t mean you get to participate in the adult conversations.” Ghoul leaned back in her chair as she watched the events start to unfold, a part of her was curious if this would lead to the demise of her ‘leader’. She felt a warm presence on her thigh as she lounged there and it was Delgado’s hand that gently traveled down to her knee and back up her thigh. He made no attempt to acknowledge that she knew or even make a point of it, he carried on with the situation that unfolded.

            “Naeva, no need to blow his brains out tonight. He has a point; you shouldn’t question your leader.” His accent emphasized on the word shouldn’t was an indication that was going to be the last warning he was planning to give. Naeva lowered her pistol and tossed her credit stick to him while Jasmine sought to sooth her companion’s temper. Ghoul still did not move or flinch as Delgado’s hand crawled around on her thigh. She started to wonder in that moment if the threat was meant for more than just his second in command.

            “I’m done with looking at your faces. Take your credits, leave now.” Delgado ordered to he make it a point that his kindness only extended so far with the rest of the fleet. Every one wasted no time to grab their things and begin to exit the room, except Mathis who tried to linger. Delgado did not bother to say it again and instead snapped his fingers and the men who guarded the door grabbed Mathis. They threw him out of the room before he could even get a word in edge wise. The guards started to make their way to Ghoul so she stood and threw her hands up to signal she was in fact leaving. Her body felt like it was wading through water from the drinks she had consumed as she took a few steps forward she felt something pull her back unexpectedly.

            “You are going to stay, mi asesina.” There wasn’t command in his voice but he still said it from his chest as absolute fact. When his hand pulled her back, she lost some of her footing and it caused her to lean into him. His arm was wrapped around her waist and he looked at his men and with his eyes he signaled them to exit the room to leave it to just the two of them. They both smelled of sweat, smoke and alcohol and Ghoul wasn’t particularly finding it within her to pull free from his firm hold. Delgado leaned his face into her neck and breathed her in deeply before his fingers combed her loose hair back.

            “Mi asesina?” She asked him sounding as if she lost her breath while his lips started to roughly travel up her neck. Delgado, the King of the Crimson Fleet was taking unquestioned liberties with her body with his hands and his mouth.

            “My slayer, you have proven yourself to be a very valuable force to be reckoned with.” He growled into her ear before his teeth clenched on her lobe. She let out a small sharp sound from the pleasurable sensation it gave her. “My eyes have been on you for quite some time but after the ruthlessness displayed tonight in that cage. I knew then you were to be mine.”

            His words echoed within her hazed mind and she felt a wave of mixed emotions from pleasure, fear, to guilt. They were alone and he was demanding something from her she normally would have given without thought as she had with others on the Key on lonely nights. However, his words allured to a commitment and she knew she would not be able to uphold such a psychotic proposal if she gave in to her body’s desire this time. The thoughts in her mind were jumbled and it did not help when he pushed her onto the table and ripped off his shirt. His shoulders and arms were broad and his chest was covered in dark small curly hairs that led a trail down to the zipper of his pants. The way his bright brown eyes stared at her in hunger like a lion who was about to pounce made her core heat with intensity. His body begun to tower over hers on the table so he could get more of his fill of her and right when his lips were to come into contact with hers, he was forced to pause.

            Ghoul had her knife’s tip pressed into the middle of his throat and it was the first time she had let her mask down and felt her uncertainty show so deliberately on her face. Delgado stilled himself while his face was only a few inches away from her lips and his eyes analyzed her reaction with carefulness. She knew she had him vulnerable here and she could force it through his throat to end this whole assignment; but something strange and twisted inside of her made her hesitant.

            “You shouldn’t start something you do not intend to follow through.” He taunted her with a purr and he pushed his hips onto hers to tease her body. Ghoul felt her skin heat up to his touch and her hand trembled slightly as she held the knife in place. She didn’t know if she had it in her to slaughter as many people as it would take to get to a ship after ramming this blade into his throat. Delgado seemed to sense her doubt because her grabbed her wrist that held the blade and pressed it further into his throat with a smug grin on his face. “What are you waiting for?”

[zermbie-dergon]

Snippet Sunday

I wasn't tagged but I saw quite a few people posting snippets and figured I would give it a shot.

This is from a rough draft I am writing. Sam and my female oc in the lodge after finding the first temple

Enjoy!

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“What if there’s someone out there that finds out what we have? And they decide to take it for themselves by any means? Or the powers... what... what if I can’t control them? What if at some point I destroy something or hurt someone? Fuck, what if I kill one of you by-by mistake? I...I... Sam, I am so fucking scared.”   

Tears burned her eyes as she turned away from the flames to look at Sam. The concerned look on his face only made her eyes burn more.

Sam sighed. “Being scared means you’re human, this is... It’s hard to wrap your head around it. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for you. But you’re not alone in this, you know that right?”

Cady swiped at the tears starting to run down her face. “I know,” she sniffled. “My head is just a jumbled mess right now and I wish it would quiet down, even if it was only for two or three minutes. Just to give me a second to breathe.”

“Sounds like you need a distraction.” Sam said, his eyes moving about the room like he was looking for something.

Too exhausted to wonder what he was doing, Cady rested her head on her knees and closed her eyes. She felt Sam get up off the couch and for a moment she thought he had decided to leave her alone until she heard him fiddling with something to her right.

Before she could ask what he was up to, music began to fill the sitting area, a slow strumming guitar and a matching drumbeat. Cady opened her eyes and picked her head up to see Sam walking back towards her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Sam gave her a coy smile. “You said you wanted 2 to 3 minutes and that’s about the length of a song, isn't it?” 

“Yeah I suppose so.”

Cady heard Sam take a breath before he reached out and offered his hand to her. She glanced at the hand for a moment before making her way up to his face. A slight pink flush blossomed across his cheeks as he gave her a small smile.

“May I, uh, have this dance?”

[silurisanguine]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Starfield (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sam Coe/Spacefarer | Player Character, Sam Coe/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Sam Coe, Spacefarer | Player Character (Starfield), Female Spacefarer, Cora Coe Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, moments of Seren's past, Porn With So Much Plot, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Penetration, Fingering, Anal Play, not every chapter will have smut, Blood, game typical violence Series: Part 3 of Starborn Odyssey

Chapter 6: The Pale Lady

Summary:Sam is freaked out after coming across a rather creepy derelict ship and tells Seren about something that happened to him in the past.

Halloween update!