#that song isn't even on her playlist but I couldn't escape it starting to play in my head as soon as I wrote down devious

[calluna-of-the-grey]

Finished the backstory of one of my blorbos, ready to have her introduced whenever she shows up in our dnd campaign, feeling great, feeling devious >:)

[cnnmairoll]

Last Tune

Track 02: Alexandra, Reality Club ; Playlist (masterlist) Suna x Reader

The next song on the playlist began to play, "Alexandra" by Reality Club. You couldn't help but smile, remembering the moment Suna dedicated this song to you. He had a peculiar way of expressing his feelings, always wrapped in layers of his dry humor and calm demeanor. The acoustic guitar's gentle strumming filled the room, bringing back the memory vividly.

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Just like a certain motorbike gang from charming or you’re looking for the old ultraviolence, you’re trouble. Yes I knew right from the start.

-

You were both sitting on a park bench under the moonlight, the cool breeze rustling the leaves around you. It had been one of those nights where you both felt the need to escape the noise of school and life. Suna had texted you earlier, asking if you'd like to hang out. You agreed without hesitation, knowing that any time spent with him was always soothing.

He pulled out his phone and played the song, the first notes immediately catching your attention. As the lyrics began, he turned to you, his usually unreadable eyes now filled with a soft, almost nervous glimmer.

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And the labyrinth I thought I knew, rearranged to shape anew at amazement of the excitement that once rang true.

-

"You know," he started, his voice casual but his gaze intense, "you're a lot like Alexandra in this song." You raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. "My name isn't Alexandra, Suna," you teased. (I'm sorry if it is 😭)

He chuckled, a rare and precious sound. "I know," he replied, "but you're still my Alexandra. You're trouble, in the best way possible. You turned my world upside down, rearranged it."

-

And if I was a fool for you, I’d wait 500 million hours on a park bench out on the moon.

-

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. Suna wasn't the type to openly share his feelings, and this moment felt incredibly special. He looked down at his hands, then back at you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'd wait for you, you know. Even if it meant sitting on a park bench on the moon for a really long time."

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But in full view of what you are, oh. Just like a feline with multiple lives, she lost a couple but she used to have five. A saviour of mankind.

-

He continued, "You have this resilience, this strength. Like a cat with multiple lives. You've been through a lot, but you never let it break you. I admire that about you."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, the sincerity in his voice touching you deeply. "Suna, that's…" you started, but he gently interrupted.

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And if I was a fool for you, I’d wait 500 million hours on a park bench out on the moon.

-

"Let me finish," he said softly. "I know I'm not the easiest person to read, but… I want you to know how much you mean to me. You're my rock star, my goddess." He paused, his expression softening even more. "I fell for you, even before I really knew you."

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But in full view of what you are, you’re a goddess you’re my rock star.

-

The song reached its chorus again, the words echoing the depth of his confession. You felt a lump in your throat, emotions swirling within you. "Suna… I don't know what to say," you admitted, feeling overwhelmed by his honesty.

He smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made your heart flutter. "Just say yes. To us, to this," he gestured between the two of you. "Let's give it a shot."

-

I fell in love with Alexandra even though I barely met her. Even though we’d break our hearts before we’d even start.

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You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "Yes, Suna. Yes, to everything." He reached out, gently wiping away a tear that had escaped down your cheek.

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And if I was a fool for you, I’d wait 500 million hours on a park bench out on the moon.

-

The song played on, a backdrop to this pivotal moment in your relationship. Suna's hand lingered on your cheek, his touch comforting and sure. "We'll figure it out," he said, his voice steady. "No matter what happens, we'll face it together."

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But in full view of what you are, you’re a goddess you’re my rock star.

-

As the last notes of the song faded, you leaned into him, feeling the warmth and security of his presence. It was a night you would always remember, the beginning of something beautiful and uncertain, yet undeniably yours.

[broken-balance-baby]

star death: a bhadra-related excursive essay about my dlc fic

let's talk bhadra (because i haven't talked about her enough, i guess.)

as you may or may not know, i was dragged back into the far cry pandemonium brainrot back in september 25, 2023, in the midst of lies of p and oc related brainrot, against my will.

it started in a dream. or, well, the pre-emptive ending to a dream, the part where you switch premises last minute which makes you lose focus on the first few parts of the dream and shifts you to maximum overdrive in terms of memory and focus. i set the stage to an american high school hallway. the lights are dim. i am playing as bhadra, and i really mean playing as, not am, bhadra, all focal disconnection feeling as if i was holding a controller even if i wasn't. immersion stuff, i guess. anyway. bhadra walks down the halls, rifle in hand, bow strapped to her body. she comes across sabal on his knees, praying to a mirror with candles in it, and she realizes she doesn't see her reflection. then she blinks, the camera shot gets to her, she loses her weapon. the halls darken. the walls close in. sabal and the mirror are gone, and she looks around in panic as she realizes that she's trapped. all the while, the words "no escape" whisper in her ear, slowly but surely, then frantically but melodically, until the rhythmic chant breaks and starts overlapping each others' voices and she starts to scream. overwhelmed, confused, terrified.

and then i wake up.

that, my friends, was the demo version of the fucking bhadra dlc that my brain had pitched to me at a time where i was lusting over a wooden puppet and then some.

so what happened after?

well. as you can imagine, having balanced all types of brainrot in the process hadn't been something i'd ever done before. i had a job. i had video games to do. art to finish. but for the next few days i was frantic. by september 29 i was finished with the plot outline. by october 2, i finished writing.

in three motherfucking days, i was finished writing a ten thousand word fic on what if ubisoft released a whole ass dlc about the franchise's most doomed, most irrelevant-due-to-wasted-potential, most unindulged-or-barely-spoken-of -without-ajay-in-tow character, bhadra farcry4. and it was a fucking pleasure to work with, lemme tell ya.

but obviously, i couldn't have done this on my own. thanks to ros (u a real one) for enabling this absolutely jobless behavior, and now i have myself to thank, for adding onto MORE jobless behavior, as since i started writing this essay during my shift.

but because i love bhadra, and i love writing about bhadra, and also causing her unbearable amounts of pain, i broke through my current brainrot just to write about this fic. and whaddaya know, the playlist came in. you know its bad when a one-shot fic earns a whole ass MOTHERFUCKING playlist.

if you've all read my very eye-catching title, star death is NOT referring to bhadra being dead.

yet.

star death is the title of the first song of the playlist, and the lyrics from it is the fic's title.

there's no like, actual analysis on the song as of late cuz it isn't popular enough so this song has been made with the context of the cynicism found in the fic alongside the Horrors that come with being alive with a heart and mind that isn't there anymore (especially at a young age, i mean, look at these bars!)

I lost my heart at twenty one Dead like the stars in the night sky But they’re still bright (yeah)

but anyway. without further ado:

welcome to star death. and everything it has to do with the bhadra dlc.

so this is how the song starts:

I can see the television Lies to me and everything Ain’t what it seems So tell me why it feels It feels, it feels so real

the pre-chorus here talks about the blur between fake and real. off to a great start! trying to channel reality between the fakeness of it all is also a parallel towards the first few paragraphs of the dlc fic, talking about the reality that bhadra is stuck in, dreaming about ajay's first mission to save her but then it escalates into something that comes from "not quite it" to "definitely not it" (as all subconsciouses create when it comes to perspective.)

and yet it feels real, yeah?

That was the sound of the real world, though. Right now, you are sitting by your window sill trying to steer clear of the cacophonous music, still trying to keep your breathing in check, but you see all too much red; whether it be from rage or the royal soldiers or the blood, it’s never too late to call something “too much.” Evidence does suggest that there’s no other way to consider it until you’re actually watching, and, it seems that the royal army had ideas because you didn’t notice that the house was starting to burn until the room was starting to get unbearably hot, the air in your chest suddenly pumping out so hard you’ve been starting to cough, and now, oh, you’re on the floor because you didn’t react fast enough. [...]

So when the floor rips apart, and you do scream, you realize that this happened before, except a little more wrong than you could imagine. The wind of the fall puts pressure on your body, the open breeze and lack of leverage to help you is nowhere to be seen, and the only thing you can really do is scream and flail. You meet eyes with the floor, but it’s almost as if it’s going further down, the tantalizing thing. The floor is water, dark red water, only Kyra knows where the hell the red could have possibly come from and you just hope that it doesn’t matter because you’re landing in it— and now, water engulfs you. 

continuing on, this happens to be the next part of the pre-chorus.

Maybe I’m the antichrist or enemy And everyone’s against me So tell me what’s the deal The deal, what’s the deal?

again. fun way to set up someone's presence in their head, right? bhadra is set to be her own mind's enemy and it's scattered all throughout the fic! trying to go through the reality and ending up stuck in this blurred line of in-betweens has turned her inner turmoil and conflict into something her head is KILLING her for, whether that be through the mental anguish or the pain of her reality, her trying to run away from that reality because dissociation is all she has... confuses her. she doesn't know what the deal is, why she's stuck in her own head, why her own inner world is thrown against her.

You nearly tumble into the ground as you take the sight in, landing on the ground. “What the hell? What happened to the statues?” “Your brain did that.” Ajay says. “Why?” “I only know as much as you do. Which means, you do know, but you haven’t realized it yet.” “Is this supposed to be my DIY therapy?” You ask. “Probably? You’re just trying to help yourself.”

let's skip the chorus for now-- it's important, yes, but so is the rest of the cynicism and Horrors Contemplation going on with the next few lines of the first verse.

I live high up like a thousand miles above ya Spoke with God and I know that bitch doesn’t love ya I know the universe do me no favors You know when the aliens don’t even phase us There ain’t a think that could save us Like yeah, yeah, yeah I know we’ll find a way To fuck this up again Or is it in my head?

honestly dunno if i can relate the whole other first two lines to anything in particular, although religious cynicism aside (something i doubt bhadra really has besides 'gotta be the tarun matara to help people' as a concept), she has a huge awareness around her that the universe isn't there to do anything for her. maybe even the marvels of the world (or other worlds) don't really entertain her like they used to, or maybe they haven't, because she's known that feeling of "doom" since she was young-- you see it in the way she's started smoking, having spent her time with the reality of adults who also had their childhoods robbed, nobody her age but the Golden Path members who were definitely her only company. but does she know that there's a thing that could save them? does she know that there's a way to fuck shit up again? she's genuinely anxious about it and you know that being caught between amita and sabal has all to do with it. is she too trapped in her head to think about it? is that why she resorts to ajay to help her get it out of her head that there's hope despite knowing something's gonna fuck up?

"and what do you wanna do?" "... i want a free kyrat." (she says, face filled with doubt and unknowing and childlike indecision.) "but i can't choose on my own." [...] "okay. i think i know what i have to do." (her face twitches into a smile, still holding back but now hopeful.) "thank you."

definitely.

so here we have the chorus.

Anyone? Who’s in my head; Is it anyone? I lost my heart at twenty one Dead like the stars in the night sky But they’re still bright

bhadra in the game hasn't exactly lost it. it's the bhadra in the dlc that has, she just doesn't know how much she was going to lose it. she loses her people, she loses her heart, she loses herself. scattered throughout the fic she has completely found out something is lost to her the only way she knows how: through ajay.

“Are you there, Ajay?” You ask— but you’re starting to get the feeling that it’s pointless to ask something that wasn’t there in the first place. Ajay was you. Amita was you. Sabal was you. It’s not anything that was up for debate— however your mind came to be, though these people have crafted it in a way that only made you feel like you could exist when they could, you simply had these versions that you knew of them and ran from there.  And you loved them. You still love them.  Amita was gone. So was Sabal. And now—  “I’m here.” Ajay says. 

[...]

“Then why am I not here, Bhadra?! Whoever I picked to help in the end and I wasn’t there— where did you think I went?!” He said, grabbing your wrist and pinning you to the floor. “Face it, Bhadra. I abandoned Kyrat. I abandoned you! I escaped but you never will!”  “And now you’re trying to kill me?!” “You still don’t get it, do you? I HAVE to! You refused to let go so much that you made this place! I'd have to KILL you to keep you here! I don’t want to do that, I want you to wake up! Please wake up!” “So let me die here! You said it didn’t have any consequences! LET ME STAY!”

and just like her visions of her fate in both ends, she realizes eventually that there's no escape to it. dead like the stars in the night sky, but still bright. damned, but goddamn if it isn't an all-seen kind of damned. everybody knows she is, and so will she.

(bhadra dlc) (star death) (dlc playlist)

[fluffyprettykitty]

Gymnastics

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Elektra Natchios x shy! female! reader (no specifications!)

Word Count: 2200 words

Outline: Late-night workouts were your favorite but why is that couple in the corner staring so intensely at you?

Warnings: Smut only, swearing, oral sex (m! + f! receiving), p in v sex, dirty talk, pet names, use of condoms, spit play, nipple play, face sitting, tell me if I forgot to tag something or tagged something wrong!

Author’s Note: first time writing for Elektra, so pls lmk what you think, beta-read by the wonderful ✨@alohastyles-x✨ and as always feedback is appreciated and my inbox is always open.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Matt Murdock Masterlist ・❥・ Elektra Natchios MasterList

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

It hasn't been long since you had started going to a new gym, in a new town, always dressed in your comfortable gym clothes, water bottle in hand, training after ten pm when it was relatively empty. Today was a day like all the others. You came to do your session on a Friday night, stressed from a busy week, ready to recharge.

In the middle of the gym, you are standing quietly, loving how empty this place is, and doing your exercises. The only other people in the vast place were a couple who stood in the opposite corner. Both are talking to one another and laughing. Paying no mind to them, you put in your earphones and start working out to your usual upbeat playlist. Three songs later, through the mirror, you notice them making out with each other quite performatively.

Deciding this doesn't concern you, you continue with your workout. Until you notice them walk towards you hand in hand. On the empty mat next to you, the black-haired woman pushes the toned man down and climbs on top of him. Shocked and frozen in your place, you only manage to pause your music before staring at them. She is masterfully rolling her hips on his body, his hands holding on to her hips.

"You made her that hot isn't that funny, she couldn't keep her hands off me."

His voice is low and masculine, his lips plump and red, and oh god those muscles, you'd be lying if you'd say you wouldn't want to bury yourself underneath them. As for her? She was gorgeous, with long straight jet black hair, cheekbones that could kill, and the most gorgeous black eyes. And her body? Incredible. Looked like a dancer. She looked like she could kill you and you would thank her. Your pussy throbs at the thought that you could have possibly made that insanely beautiful woman horny. It was difficult for you not to stare, as her hands hold on to the man's chest, moans escaping from her lips.

"Join us."

Elektra begs and her tone is authoritative, with a certain coldness and assertiveness to it that hits you right in your head. Feeling yourself getting wet at the idea, you swallow the lump in your throat and nod your head slightly. At your confirmation, the woman reaches out and moves her fingers over your belly. She brings you closer to her and you obediently move where she is.

"You won't regret it, pretty girl. He is as delicious as he looks." The woman says and you begin to notice an accent, she must have been french. Elektra holds your hand then and you can't help but kneel down next to the man. She leans forward to wrap your lips in a passionate kiss, you respond quickly, feeling a different kind of crimson flame inside you. When her lips met yours, fires ignited and the room started feeling hazy. Is this really happening? You think for a moment. You have been craving something like this for a while now. Getting fucked by a stranger was a daily fantasy of yours and to have two people at your feet, right now? Must have been heaven.

Her lips are soft, her touch even softer as she smoothly caresses your skin, holding on to your bottom lip and pulling it, before dominantly pushing her tongue inside your mouth. Oh god, the sounds you could hear, you can feel a strong arm pushing you down and the man is pulling you to his lips, kissing you roughly and passionately, a very different feeling than the woman.

"Doesn't she just taste the sweetest?"

Elektra asks, an audible amusement in her voice as she begins to grind on Matt again. He doesn't let go of your mouth until his tongue is deep within you, his hands traveling on your body and groping you everywhere. He is quite handly, his hands strong and he smelled like sweat and an expensive eau de cologne.

"She is leaking, I can smell her."

Matt says as she pulls you from his lips, saliva dripping down your mouth, it was the wettest kiss you had ever experienced. His lips were even plumper than before and you took notice of how godly handsome he truly was. No words come from your mouth, belittled by an overwhelming shyness at the sight of them, yet you craved them like nothing else. Elektra places a hand on your shoulder and brings you closer to her kissing you again.

"Less kissing, more doing."

The man complained and moved his hips underneath her. His cock must be so beautiful, you think to yourself again, thoughts taking over your mind.

"He is an impatient little puppy, and very very selfish."

She comments as she pulls away from your lips and climbs off his lap. And that's when you notice it, his hard cock covered by the thin fabric of his shorts. Exactly what you have been looking for. He was definitely not wearing any underwear. How on earth does he work out? Elektra palms his cock and shakes her head.

"It's so easy to get him hard, it’s almost not fun."

She chuckles and then gives him a squeeze to which Matt groans in response. Then she pushes down his shorts, setting his cock free. Your eyes lighten up at the sight. Big in girth just how you liked, you are practically salivating at it, your pussy throbbing at the thought of getting fucked, burying your pussy so deep in it.

"She likes it, Matty, she's practically drooling."

Oh shit, saliva is falling off the corner of your lips. Elektra spits on her hand and then gives him a few small strokes, making sure to run her fingers over the balls and his shaft. Deliberate, administrative, she wants you to see how she pleasures him. She then leans down and darts out her tongue, licking his balls while stroking his length.

"Fuck."

You breathe out for the first time and lean down to have a lick yourself touching your tongue with her. Not an opportunity you would wanna miss. Downright sinful as you place your hand on his length as well and wrap your hand around it. His cock feels heavy in your palm.

"Good girl."

Elektra smiles at you and you were not prepared for what you felt inside. You wanted to do nothing more than have her say that again so you begin to stroke him while she keeps her eyes on you. Boy did you love following instructions and pleasing others!

Together then you are running your tongues at his balls, you dutifully stroking his cock. Matt is moaning as both of his hands go for your heads. Elektra then runs her tongue over the tip of his cock which makes him squirm and wraps her lips over his head bobbing her head up and down, your hand reaches to her face and then back again. A collaborative effort. When she lets go of the head with a loud pop, you quickly wrap your lips around it. After a few bops you try to take him all the way down, Elektra notices and pushes your head down making you gag.

The sight of you both switching your mouth on Matt’s cock would be too much for anyone to see in case they walked in. Hopefully, it would stay dead for the rest of the night. Elektra seemed determined to teach you to better deepthroat him each time, holding your head by the base and pushing your head further. Just as suddenly, she grabs you by the neck and pushes you onto the mat climbing on top of you.

There’s a mix of your own saliva, and Matt’s pre cum falling down on your chin. With one swift movement, she pushes your shirt all the way up and forces it off your face. As if one more moment away from your breasts would be futile. She takes her time to pinch your nipples and shake your breasts before Matt comes next to you and frees you from your pants quickly. The cold air makes you shiver as Elektra is licking your breasts between nibbling on them. There is a certain urgency to their actions which makes you even hotter.

“Fuck!”

You scream out when you feel Matt stroke a finger over your folds, you were soaking wet and dripping. He takes the finger inside his mouth sucking on it like a lollipop while Elektra leans down and licks a stripe from your pussy. Both humming at the taste, they kiss each other, making the wettest sounds you had ever seen. Matt chuckles and pushes away from Elektra before climbing on top of you. He spreads your legs apart, exposing your cunt to both of them. Elektra is caressing his arms before helping line up his cock to your entrance.

“Last time to say no, little one,” Elektra warns you and she stares at you waiting for any negative feeling. You shake your head no and breathlessly reply that you need this badly. At your confirmation, Matt enters you pushing his fat cockhead inside. To your surprise, you can feed the cold feeling of the latex condom. When did he even have the time? Does he just carry them with him? Your thoughts are interrupted by Elektra switching her position to sit on your face and face Matt with her body.

The sight of her pussy descending on your lips would be enough to fuel your wet dreams for years to come. Dutifully you wrap your hands around her hips and start eating her sweet pussy, marveling at the taste while Matt kept a sensual slow pace on you. Looks like he liked dragging it out just to hear the sounds of his dick on your wet pussy.

When he picks up the pace, he is brutal, hitting your body with such reckless wanton that you think your body might break. The first time his cock hit your cervix was a profound moment. You know you could never ever feel like that ever again. So full, so satisfied, and still so soaking wet. You begin to give in to pleasure, allowing your body to be used however they please, you were nothing but a little fuckdoll now. Only to be used as a real-size sex toy.

Pleasure made your vision blurry, not knowing how much time passed and how many positions you all switched, they both made sure you tasted everything they had to offer and even more so. They were very very generous. They both seemed as if they had done it many times before. They were so quick with their movements, so ready to pick where one left off, complimenting each other perfectly. When Matt felt he was about to cum he took the condom off and you both pumped him together, fist over fist till his load hit your faces, tongues out like good little puppies. Dutifully shallowing everything like the good girl you were. It was true you could not be more proud you were their pleasure for tonight.

What you can remember next is Matt positioning you both on the mat looking at each other. Elektra is kissing you deeply, needily, as if your lips held the most delicious nectar. Eventually, he was eating you both out sitting sides by side on the mat, your hands holding each other close. The way Elektra sounded when she orgasmed, her voice chanting a pleasepleaseplease to Matt, holding on to his fluffy hair while holding your breast so tight within her grip would be something you would never forget.

When Matt moved to your clit, he sucked hard and harshly, wanting to ruin you perfectly. Ecstasy hit you with Elektra encouraging you telling you to please, cum for her and you frantically nodded your head while holding on to her fists for stability. A jolt of electricity passed right through you and you couldn’t stop shaking. The pleasure was too much, more intense than you had ever experienced.

They both started to kiss you and caress you so tenderly, making sure you felt loved and safe. Never knew you could get one of your sexual fantasies to get fulfilled like this on such a random night.

"Same time next week?"

Elektra winks at you as she gets up from the mat, dressing herself up before helping Matt put on his clothes.

Bewildered at the pleasure and the anticipation for more, you nod your head slightly- a positive sign. She leans down to kiss your lips and then she throws your clothes over your face.

“Good luck walking now, sweetheart.”

Oh, you were in for trouble. There was no way these series of events wouldn’t play over in your head again and again. When you got dressed and walk outside, you saw them both waiting for you, opening their car door for you.

“Maybe a dinner and a shower sound good?”

You nod your head, you’d never say no.

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