#neon starfield

[violadesdragons]

Welcome to Neon

[lunas-journal-sf]

Entry 1: Social Climb

Well, it sure has been a while, hasn't it?

I was foolish enough to think I might find a simple life after returning home, but that's not how it works, is it? Job security was the dream, but I'm not sure I ever get what I want? Job security for being able to keep my mouth shut as long as the credits keep coming, but I guess I should've expected Ryujin to collapse in on itself.

What, does that surprise you? Sorry, let me rephrase: Ryujin is too big to fail, but the culture it cultivates and the leeches it attracts can never be self-sustaining. An Ouroboros of liars, cheats, and schemers, if you will.

So, where have I been? Stealing schematics, sabotaging would-be meetings, hacking personal terminals, nothing too crazy. Ryujin's targets are predictable: people who get in their way.

Whether one company should be able to decide if another even gets to exist is a debate for people of higher morals.

But every now and then, someone comes along who thinks they've cracked the system, that they and they alone can outwit Ryujin and come out on top unscathed. The eyes turning inward isn't anything to be too concerned about if you're careful, but these are people whose lives are built around the power they've amassed. You need to have trust in this business, you're working with snakes. But the trust gave way to paranoia almost overnight. An internal investigation cannot be allowed to happen because it would crack Ryujin's flawless image. The Powers That Be just have to hope that the problem can be taken care of.

Well, "hope" is a strong word. Their track record is pretty impeccable.

But still, at last we see the Ouroboros. By some miracle - or perhaps very strong willpower - it hasn't choked.

It was only a matter of time before they came to me for help. I was an outsider; I had proven myself to be trustworthy but also didn't have enough enemies to actually have a reason to work against Ryujin.

What I didn't count on was having to parkour across the roof of Neon and then sneak through its ventilation shafts. But, hey, what's a little excitement?

The good news is we caught the traitor. The bad news is she's on the lam. While searching, I did come across some sort of bounty hunter agency: The Trackers Alliance. They didn't seem to care that I had a bounty of my own, but also weren't too terribly interested in going after a Ryujin employee.

Which… fair. I can't argue with that. You try getting a bounty out on anyone working for Ryujin. You try.

Oh, and what did I find out there in that starfield? The space probe Juno.

Yes, really.

Cora read about it in some book and Noel told her it was still out there. It was a probe launched forever ago from Earth to orbit Jupiter. I wonder what information they got from it way back then. Anyway, that's not what's interesting. What's interesting is that it talked.

Yes, really.

Two Ryujin employees were there, too (of course) bickering over what to do with it, but I managed to get them to leave it alone. Over hundreds of years, it learned to think. Real, actual, artificial intelligence.

So, yeah, I think I made a friend with a space probe. Cool.

But where am I now, though? Errr…

I may be in trouble.

[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)

[m-1-8]

when going undercover on Neon goes slightly too far

(close up)

[starfieldconceptart]

Neon

Concept art for Starfield

Art by Ilya Nazarov

[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

[fangbangerghoul]

Welcome to Neon City

[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.”

[shatinn]

Starfield 105/?

[sie-sharp]

"powerful and addictive"? damn, sounds dangerous. yeah, load me up.