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[bellaxgiornata]

List of Installments for Falling For the Devil

Warnings/tags: 18+; series contains lots of smut, fluff, angst, humor

Summary: This is a very long series/collection of one-shots about a nervous/awkward journalist Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock. Meant to feel like a realistic look into dating Matthew Murdock and all the sweet, vulnerable, sexy, and dark sides that come with him. Reader also gradually gains more confidence in and out of the bedroom as the relationship progresses.

List of Installments

Part One: "The Night You Met"

Part Two: "The One-Sided Pining"

Part Three: "The Time Daredevil Saved You"

Part Four: "The Night You Almost Kissed"

Part Five: "The Wedding Day"

Part Six: "The Wedding Night"

Part Seven: "The Post-Wedding Brunch"

Part Eight: "The First Date"

Part Nine: "The Pool Game"

Part Ten: "The Growing Insecurity"

Part Eleven: "The Night Together"

Part Twelve: "The Week You Tried to Avoid Matt"

Part Thirteen: "The First Time He Walked You Home"

Part Fourteen: "The Time Matt Got Jealous"

Part Fifteen: "The Vulnerable Side of Matt"

Part Sixteen: "The Time You Saved Daredevil"

Part Seventeen: "The Revelation in the Rain"

Part Eighteen: "The Visit to Fogwell's"

Part Nineteen: "The Time You Almost Told Him"

Part Twenty: "The 'I Told You So'"

Part Twenty-One: "The Time You Did Tell Him"

Part Twenty-Two: "The Night You Couldn't Sleep"

Part Twenty-Three: "The Day of Phone Tag"

Part Twenty-Four: "The Devil and the Baker"

Part Twenty-Five: "The Leather Couch"

Part Twenty-Six: "The Big Win"

Part Twenty-Seven: "The Grocery Run"

Part Twenty-Eight: "The Early Morning Wake Up"

Part Twenty-Nine: "The Questions Over Coffee"

Part Thirty: "The Introduction at Clinton Church"

Part Thirty-One: "The Flight to Chicago"

Part Thirty-Two: "The Night He Couldn't Sleep"

Part Thirty-Three: "The Thanksgiving Dinner"

Part Thirty-Four: "The Ex Encounter"

Part Thirty-Five: "The Very Bad Day"

Part Thirty-Six: "The Cozy Night In"

Part Thirty-Seven: "The Bad Dream"

Part Thirty-Eight: "The Black Suit"

Part Thirty-Nine: "The Secret Santa"

Party Forty: "The Secrets in Your Suitcase"

Party Forty-One: "The First Half of the Trip"

Part Forty-Two: "The Argument in the Hotel Room"

Part Forty-Three: "The End of the Trip"

Part Forty-Four: "The Christmas Eve Party"

Party Forty-Five: "The Christmas Dinner"

Part Forty-Six: "The Night of Christmas"

Part Forty-Seven: "The Devil in Need"

Part Forty-Eight: "The Perfume"

Part Forty-Nine: "The Cemetery Visit"

Part Fifty: "The Interview"

Part Fifty-One: "The Devil's Wrath"

Part Fifty-Two: "The Breaking Point"

Party Fifty-Three: "The Downward Spiral"

Part Fifty-Four: "The Impossible Friendship"

Part Fifty-Five: "The Disheartening Valentine's Day"

Part Fifty-Six: "The Nightmare"

Part Fifty-Seven: "The Rough Conversation"

Part Fifty-Eight: "The Aftermath"

Part Fifty-Nine: "The Necessary Conversation"

Part Sixty: "The Long Awaited Kiss"

Part Sixty-One: "The Things You Didn't Know"

Part Sixty-Two: "The Pinky Promise"

Part Sixty-Three: "The Dinner Party"

Part Sixty-Four: "The Lesson at Fogwell's"

Part Sixty-Five: "The Shower"

Part Sixty-Six: "The Night Out"

Part Sixty-Seven: "The Morning in Bed"

Part Sixty-Eight: "The Sleepover"

Part Sixty-Nine: "The Lunch Date Delay"

Part Seventy: "The Thoughts About the Future"

Part Seventy-One: "The Sleepwalking"

Part Seventy-Two: "The Belated Valentine's"

Part Seventy-Three: "The Easter Sunday"

Part Seventy-Four: "The Boy's Night at Josie's"

Part Seventy-Five: "The Hangover"

Part Seventy-Six: "The Request"

Party Seventy-Seven: "The Very Frustrating Day"

Part Seventy-Eight: "The Night You Cooked Together"

Part Seventy-Nine: "The Hell Day"

Part Eighty: "The Revisitation of Moving In"

Part Eighty-One: "The Nighttime Visit"

Party Eighty-Two: "The Overload"

Part Eighty-Three: "The Really Bad Idea"

Part Eighty-Four: "The Late Night Snack Hunt"

Part Eighty-Five: "The Romantic Voicemails"

Part Eighty-Six: "The Moving Day"

Part Eighty-Seven: "The Week of Distractions"

Part Eighty-Eight: "The Birthday Brunch"

Part Eighty-Nine: "The Stray"

Part Ninety: "The Ring"

Part Ninety-One: "The Helping Hand"

Part Ninety-Two: "The Recurring Nightmare"

Part Ninety-Three: "The Unexpected Introduction"

Part Ninety-Four: "The Offer"

Part Ninety-Five: "The Evening of Insecurity"

Part Ninety-Six: "The Quiet Morning at Home"

Part Ninety-Seven: "The Rooftop" {Coming Soon}

[hazelpuff]

Hello! (And a major thanks for all your cc, it's absolutely amazing!) If possible, can you please tell me wicf the shirt/dress used on the sim modeling the Dorothy hair (post/807346964882751488/4t2-hair-conversions-sunivaa-denise-v1-dl) and the skirt used on the Vienna blouse post (post/663425318056574976/4t2-vienna-blouse-by-livixo-this-top-is)? Thank you so much \o/

Hi, sure!

The Dress - or Meduza's ver

The skirt - I had this version that is unavaliable anymore - the new version is here (I dont remember why but there was a reason that I've kept using the 1st one)

[shangchiswife]

lex luthor- write about this

summary: you hate lex luthor. you’ve written countless articles exposing Lex Luthor as a monster, but the moment he touches you, something inside you shifts.

lex luthor x fem!reader

warnings: smut

word count: 2743

....

The moment Lex Luthor saw you from across the ballroom, his lips curled into something between a scowl and a smirk.

You were laughing with your coworkers from the Daily Planet, your glass of wine untouched in your hand as you told some story that made Jimmy nearly spit out his drink.

The dark blue gown you wore shimmered softly beneath the chandeliers, hugging your waist like it was made for you.

And maybe it was.

You looked polished, radiant even, and if Lex hadn’t known you, he might have called you beautiful.

But he did know you.

He knew the venom you had laced between every line of your articles, the way you stripped him down on the page with infuriating precision.

He had read every piece.

Some he’d thrown across the room, others he’d reread with a slow-burning interest that he refused to name. You were relentless, brilliant, and utterly exhausting.

So of course you were here.

He set his champagne down, adjusted the cufflink on his left wrist, then started toward you.

You sensed him before you saw him. Maybe it was the shift in air, or the sudden silence that settled over your group as their eyes drifted behind you. 

You turned slowly, already knowing. And when your gaze met his, your expression twisted with disgust.

Your eyes dropped briefly to his mouth, then back up again, sharper this time.

“Luthor,” you said flatly.

He stopped close enough to be inappropriate, like he didn’t care who was watching.

He didn’t.

“You clean up well,” he said, voice low, smooth, with something dangerous simmering beneath it.

You gave him a once-over, unimpressed, though the flutter in your stomach betrayed you.

“Shame about your personality,” you replied, your voice dipped in venom, but your throat tightened when he tilted his head and smiled like he could see right through you.

Lex leaned in slightly, just enough that you caught the scent of his cologne, definitely something expensive. His breath brushed your ear as he spoke.

“You still think about me when you write those hit pieces, don’t you?”

You blinked, caught off guard for a second too long.

“Only when I need to remind myself what unchecked power looks like.”

His smirk deepened, eyes darkening. “Then I suppose I should give you something new to write about.”

Your breath hitched, heat blooming low in your belly before you could stop it. You hated him. You really, truly did.

But god, there was something in the way he looked at you like he already knew how you’d fall apart if he wanted you to.

And that was the problem.

Because part of you wanted him to.

And that was the part that scared you the most.

His gaze dropped then, raking over you like a hand without ever touching. From your painted lips to the soft slope of your shoulders, down to where the dark blue gown clung to your waist and draped along your hips like it had been stitched by sin itself. His eyes lingered there, bold and shameless, before dragging back up to meet yours with a spark that made your breath catch.

You hated the way your skin prickled under his stare. Hated how aware you suddenly were of the way the fabric hugged your body. Of the heat pooling at the base of your spine.

The group around you had gone quiet. You could feel every set of eyes flicking between the two of you, the tension coiling thick and heavy. 

Jimmy shifted awkwardly beside you. Lois muttered something under her breath and someone cleared their throat.

But Lex didn’t move.

He leaned in, just a fraction, voice pitched low enough for only you to hear.

“You know,” he murmured, eyes flicking once more over your figure, “That dress does unspeakable things for your body.”

You inhaled too sharply. Your lips parted, but nothing came out. Your mind, usually sharp, was suddenly blank except for the pulse thudding loud in your ears.

He smiled, pleased, like he had won something without even trying.

Then he stepped back, smooth and poised, letting his gaze linger one last time.

“Try not to write anything about me tomorrow,” he said, voice light, mocking. “Or do. You always did have a talent for making me sound… unforgettable.”

And just like that, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd like he hadn’t just set you on fire.

You stood frozen, every nerve buzzing as you tried to catch your breath.

Your coworkers were staring, every single one of them pretending not to. 

Jimmy looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Perry’s brows were furrowed, clearly already regretting giving you that assignment six months ago. And Lois didn’t even try to hide her reaction.

She nudged your arm, her brow raised so high it practically touched her hairline. “Okay. You gonna explain, or should we all just assume you’ve been secretly banging the devil?”

Jimmy choked on his drink. “Oh my god.”

“I am not-” you said sharply, then glanced around and lowered your voice. “I’m not sleeping with him.”

Lois just stared at you, unimpressed. “But you’ve thought about it.”

You opened your mouth to protest, to snap something back, but the words caught. You couldn’t deny it. Not with the heat still simmering under your skin, not after the way his voice still echoed in your ear like a secret.

Not often, and never on purpose. But in quiet moments, in passing thoughts, in that narrow space between rage and something else. 

You had thought about it. 

And now that he had stood close enough to feel the heat off his body, now that he had whispered things that made your chest tighten, those thoughts didn’t feel so abstract anymore.

You looked down, tried to cool the flush on your face. “He’s manipulative. Arrogant. Smug.”

“Hot,” Lois said with a shrug, her lips forming a smirk.

“Objectively, sure,” you muttered.

Perry finally spoke up, his voice dry. “For the record, I don’t care what that man whispered in your ear, I’m not pulling your next exposé just because he made you blush.”

You groaned, pressing your fingers to your temples. “This night is cursed.”

Jimmy, still recovering, piped up with a grin. “At least if it did happen, you wouldn’t have to worry about messing up his hair.”

Lois burst into fresh laughter. “Oh god, Jimmy, stop.”

You glared at both of them. “You’re insufferable.”

Lois snorted. “Honestly, that man looked at you like he was planning world domination and trying to undress you with his eyes.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

Because somewhere in the back of your mind, Lex’s voice still purred like silk.

Lethal.

And the worst part?

You wanted to hear it again.

….

It had been three days since the ballroom.

Three days since Lex Luthor looked at you like he could unravel you with a glance and then had the nerve to whisper in your ear like he already had.

You’d tried everything to forget it. Buried yourself in drafts, interviews, even sat through a two-hour zoning meeting just to dull the static. But it hadn’t helped. He had taken up residence in your head like it was his latest acquisition.

And when the black envelope appeared on your desk with no return name, just his initials pressed into wax, you already knew you were going.

The note inside was short. A location. A time. No explanation. But you didn’t need one.

Now, you stood in the middle of his penthouse suite, windows framing the city like a painting, the only light coming from the low glow of a few recessed fixtures and the skyline beyond. The room was silent, except for the soft clink of glass as Lex turned toward you, swirling something dark in his tumbler, watching you like you were already his.

“You’re late,” he said coolly, eyes dragging over you like he was measuring something, like you were being appraised.

You arched a brow. “I wasn’t aware I accepted an invitation.”

He stepped forward slowly, the sound of his shoes against the polished floor sharp and deliberate. “You showed up, didn’t you?” he asked, voice low and calm, but there was something sharper under it. “You always do.”

You didn’t respond. Not right away.

His eyes flicked over you again, from the slight curve of your mouth to the dip of your neckline. “Blue again,” he noted. “You must like the way it makes you look obedient.”

Your lip curled. “You think I wore this for you?”

“I think,” he said, stopping just a breath away, “you want me to look.”

“And you want me to slap you.”

He smiled, something wicked curling at the edge of his mouth. “I’d recover.”

You hated him. God, you hated the way he made your blood run hot, the way his voice crawled down your spine like silk. But you didn’t move. You didn’t stop him when his hand came to rest at your waist, firm and possessive, his thumb brushing slow circles into the fabric.

“You hate me,” he murmured, his face now so close you could feel the heat of his breath, “but I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think no one’s watching.”

Your heart stuttered, your breath caught.

“Careful,” you said, voice thinner than you meant, “you’re starting to sound obsessed.”

Lex leaned in, lips brushing your ear, the heat of his words making your knees go weak. “Oh, I am.”

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was bruising, like he had been waiting for this moment and was going to punish you for making him wait. His mouth claimed yours with an unforgiving kind of hunger, and you matched it, biting his lip hard enough to make him growl low in his throat.

He backed you against the cold glass window, his hands dragging along your sides, one moving up to grip your jaw and tilt your face to his liking.

“You’re such a goddamn brat,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough, breath unsteady.

You smirked against his mouth. “And you love it.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes hooded, mouth swollen.

“No,” he said. “I crave it. There’s a difference.”

Then his mouth was on your neck, his hands sliding up your thighs, dragging the hem of your dress with them. You gasped when his fingers dug into your hips, when his teeth grazed your skin like he was tasting every inch.

“You think you’re in control,” he whispered, lips brushing just beneath your ear, “but the second I touch you, you forget your own name.”

You let out a shaky breath, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a moan. “I still know one name. And it’s the one I’ve torn to pieces in print.”

He laughed, low and dangerous. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said darkly, “keep pretending you can destroy me. It makes fucking you so much more satisfying.”

Then he kissed you again, deeper this time, possessive, his body pressing into yours until there was nothing left between you but heat and friction and a pull you couldn’t fight anymore. 

“Tell me to stop,” he said again, his voice rough and low, words vibrating against your lips.

You looked up at him, defiant, breathless, every inch of your body alight and aching.

“Not a chance.”

Your voice barely came out, breathless and defiant, but it was enough. His expression shifted immediately, like the answer had cracked something open in him, something dark and patient that no longer felt like waiting.

“Good because I wasn’t planning on it,” he murmured.

Then his mouth was on yours again, rougher this time, like he was done holding back. His hands roamed your body fast, gripping your waist, pulling you against him until your spine met the cold glass and you gasped. 

One of his hands slipped beneath the hem of your dress, moving up the inside of your thigh with a kind of control that made your breath catch.

He hooked his fingers around your panties, tugged them down with one clean movement, and caught them just before they hit the floor. 

You blinked, barely able to react before he shoved them casually into the pocket of his slacks like he was pocketing a favor you’d just handed over willingly.

“Are you kidding?” you breathed.

Lex looked pleased at your reaction. 

“Call it insurance.”

You stared at him, torn between smacking him and grabbing him by the collar. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re not stopping me.”

Your lips crashed into his again, hard and messy, hands fisting into the front of his shirt as he shifted closer. He kissed you back like he was starved for it, like this was something he’d thought about too many times. And then he broke the kiss, just long enough to free himself.

You glanced down on instinct.

He was big.

Your breath caught.

“Oh.”

He stilled, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Really?” he said, voice low. “That’s the reaction?”

“I just-” you started, then shook your head. “Shut up.”

He leaned in, lips brushing your jaw, clearly savoring the moment. “I’d be flattered if you weren’t already soaking for me.”

You would’ve slapped him if you weren’t so focused on the heat curling deep in your stomach. He didn’t give you time to respond. Instead, he lifted your thigh around his waist, lined himself up, and with one slow, devastating thrust, pushed inside you.

The stretch stole your breath. Your head fell back against the glass, a soft, broken sound catching in your throat.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

Lex groaned low, his fingers digging into your hip. “So tight,” he breathed. “You were made for this.”

He pulled back, just enough to drag out the next thrust, and your body jolted with it. You clung to him, nails pressing into his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt, your whole body arching into the rhythm he was building.

“Is this what you pictured?” he muttered, breath hot against your neck. “When you wrote all those nasty little articles about me? When you said I was heartless?”

You moaned quietly, but didn’t answer.

“Tell me,” he demanded, snapping his hips into yours harder this time. “Tell me that you thought about it.”

You gasped, the impact knocking the words out of you. “Maybe,” you choked.

Lex grinned, vicious and satisfied. “Thought so.”

His hand slipped between you, fingers toying with your clit, and your whole body tensed. 

The pleasure built fast, sharp and hot, your legs beginning to shake from the way he kept thrusting.

“Say it,” he growled, hips slamming into yours. “Say you’re gonna come.”

You refused, biting your lip hard, but your body betrayed you. 

You were so close, your moans catching in your throat, your hands scrambling for something to hold onto.

“Say it.”

“I’m-fuck-I’m gonna-”

His mouth was right at your ear when he said it, voice low and filthy, wrecked at the edges.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Come apart for me.”

And you did.

You came hard, your whole body locking up, a cry torn from you as you clenched around him, shaking against the glass as he kept fucking you through it. 

Your vision blurred, your fingers digging into his arms, and somewhere in the haze, you heard him groan low, rough, his rhythm faltering.

Then he shoved his cock in deep one last time and came with a sharp exhale.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, your head resting back against the glass, one of his hands still holding your thigh in place, the other gripping your waist like he wasn’t ready to let go yet.

Eventually, he pulled back slightly, eyes flicking to your face, still smug even as he caught his breath.

“I’m keeping those,” he said with a smirk as he tapped his pocket.

You looked at him, lips parted, still trying to breathe. “You’re a menace.”

Lex leaned in, kissed you slowly this time, like he was savoring the ruin.

“You’ll come back,” he said softly against your mouth.

Then, as he pulled back, his eyes lingered on you like a challenge already won.

“When you write about me,” he said, voice low and cool, “make sure you spell satisfaction right.”

[kendallsroyco]

Posting the whole courtroom scene because Charlie's phenomenal acting deserves its flowers

[tony-veis]

Eco life chairs

Download

Set of Eco life full objects

[rosierecs13]

𝜗𝜚 Matt Murdock Recs

⭒ Masterpost ⭒ 05/05/2026

⭒ Marvel Masterlist

rhi’s matt murdock masterlist | @saintmurd0ck

MATT MURDOCK MASTERLIST. | @little-miss-dilf-lover

Masterlist | @courtforshort15

Matt Murdock Masterlist | @alrighty-matty

fic recs | @bellaxgiornata

matt murdock fic recs | @yeponing

Blind Beauty | @avengerdragoness

try harder | @urwarriorangel

My Number | @darling-i-read-it

Clint used to work with you and knows of your work fighting Fisk. When he realizes who he’s dealing with, he goes to see you in Hell’s Kitchen where you’ve started a new life working at Nelson, Murdock and Page.

The Office | @/darling-i-read-it

being peters sister and knowing to contact matt cause he was your ex Parker!fem!reader

Meeting the Aunt | @/darling-i-read-it

she’s peter’s older sister. and peter and may make her bring matt over for dinner to meet him Parker!fem!reader

new case | @/darling-i-read-it

Headcanons for being Matt Murdock’s child, part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 | @moonlit-imagines

Missed Connection | @ofnifflersandkings

Love Is Blind | @/ofnifflersandkings

Here | @amberlynnmurdock

Matt saves his wife from being held hostage by Fisk’s men and helps her with the PTSD that comes from it.

Blush | @undercoverpena

husband | @banditthewriter

Rosemary | @pickabetterusername

a lovely Sunday morning with Matt Murdock

Scratches | @shadowbriar

The lack of knowledge about her wellbeing is doing everything but put his mind at ease and Matt wasn’t sure how long he could live with such torture.

born to die | @goldenlikedayl1ght

as matt murdock's wife, your life is rather full of surprises. getting kidnapped by wilson fisk takes the cake as the worst one.

Feel You | @titan-sl8yer

Matt loses his hearing and you comfort him

Competition | @disgustingtoast

a morning with Matt.

Bath time | @jawabear

bath time with Matt brings out some emotions he’s kept in for a while

“Tell me you’re joking.” | @beyondspaceandstars

Your and Matt’s son is a stubborn one when Matt attempts to feed him.

The Family Musician | @/beyondspaceandstars

Your and Matt’s daughter is learning to play the violin. It only slightly drives Matt up the wall.

“It’s... Really Yellow?” | @pastafossa

Foggy needs you to help him convince Matt that red and reflective yellow are ridiculous colors to wear as a stealthy Devil. Unfortunately for Foggy, Matt knows exactly how to convince you otherwise.

This Is A Code F  | @/pastafossa

You’ve never seen Matt get the flu before, but despite Foggy’s warnings, you’re not all that worried. Matt’s sick. How difficult could it be to look after him?

A Brief Existential Crisis | @/pastafossa

Discordant | @ellephlox

When you risk your own life to save Matt’s, he gets (very) angry with you.

Obstinacy | @/ellephlox

You get sick and refuse to let Matt help you because you don’t want him to get sick, too — the question is, how long can you keep him away?

when you sleep | @leviathanspain

you and matt were incredibly drunk, like you mopped the bar floor, kind of drunk and so you spend the night over at his place but you can’t sleep

Safe | @mayfieldss

I promise you, you're all I see | @daremartyevil

besides his scars and failures, all you can see it’s him.

Fixed | @nnostalg1a

Devil in Me | @stranger-nightmare

Matt worries he’s loosing his grip on the line between right and wrong, worries he might be cursed with the devil living inside him…

Lingering | @someplace-darker

You’ve been worked to the bone and slept a total of 3 hours, so Matt takes care of you during your burnout.

Shampoo Bottle | @peterman-spideyparker

It’s the understatement of the century to say that Matthew Murdock is stubborn. His attitude towards his shampoo bottle is no exception to his attitude.

tell me i’m wrong | @chvoswxtch

you’ve been dancing around your feelings for matt murdock for over a year. what happens when he confronts you about it?

False God Masterlist | @pagesfromthevoid

“Do you remember how I said I’d die for you?” She nodded once, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. “I don’t want to die for you; I want to live for you. And that is more than I ever thought I could want.” Avenger!reader

Him saving you from a guy at the bar  | @undiscovered-horizon

Imagine Matt “saving” you from a guy at the bar.

St. Agnes  | @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Daughter!Reader

𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 | @m4tthewmurd0ck

Wax Strips  | @your-not-invisible-to-me

Matt prides himself on his memory until he forgets to take the trash out, causing you to learn a new secret.

love & back rubs | @l0vergirlwrites

Irked | @hart269

Matt is annoyed as a guy tries to hit on you

You are Evil | @/hart269

You make a deal with Matt and he is not happy.

Familiar senses | @dragonsfictavern

Make The World Quiet | @fettuccin-e

Fatherhood Frights | @kaitlynpcallmebeepme

dad Matt | @eykismyfav

the threat of divorce, aka playing pool | @ktheartsdaredevil

In the Rearview | @/courtforshort15

Reader returns from a trip home to visit her family, and Matt is less than happy to hear about the details.

I Get Along Without You Very Well | @cellophaine

The last time  | @allthatyoulove

You’ve been kidnapped by The Hand, being used as bait for Daredevil. Will Matt be able to save you before the situation gets worse?

Mini Murdock | @leossmoonn

matt and you find out you’re pregnant

Murdock and Son | @turnedherimagines

Sleepy morning snuggles with Matt get interrupted by your excitable little boy, who’s very, very awake.

Five Times, PT 2, PT 3, PT 4, PT 5, PT 6 | @avengeultrons

Five times you almost told Matt Murdock you loved him and the one time you did

Chess | @cafeacademia

Matt’s interest in chess leads you to surprising him one rainy, autumnal Sunday with a blind accessible chessboard and he’s more than excited to learn how to play.

a really stupid lawyer | @selantris

if you had the choice, you would have thrown that brick at the back of matt’s head.

you weren’t here | @multiharlot

y/n can feel matt drifting further and further away from her and closer to elektra. and she’s left to deal with the worst of the messes, without him.

[bellaxgiornata]

If you're curious for more than just my older fic recommendation list, I actually have a disturbing amount of Matt Murdock fics in my Matt Murdock Masterlist!

[the-yoshir]

If you are on Linux you are better update your kernel RIGHT NOW.

[yiffos-official]

my malware can have a little privilege escalation, as a treat.

[official-kircheis]

The most severe Linux threat to surface in years catches the world flat-footed

CopyFail threatens multi-tenant servers, CI/CD work flows, Kubernetes containers, and more.

[lindasims2]

⭐ SIM - KAYAN ⭐ no CC / only EA (05.26)

The character is presented without any content (no clothes or hair), only cosmetic content.

>>> DOWNLOADS

[creesims]

JFade's Auto-Refilling Pet Bowl Repo'd to OFB

This refills by itself, Sims don't have to bother with it, and it automatically deduces $10 from family funds when it refills. The wood now pulls textures from the Decra-Chill and the plastic pulls textures from the vase of the Mixed Flowers bouquet. Guid and filename are the same

Download - Alternate

[sims2packrat]

October-sims

Is there a way to get october-sims downloads from this post? https://www.tumblr.com/oktober-sims-remade/180493026340/hi-hl2-overlay-swatch-bloodborne-comics-swatch All their download links seem dead :(

Hello @casual-rebellion! :-D so terribly sorry for the late reply!

It seems they deleted SFS to host their stuff on simblr.cc, I managed to find them all but the “quiet facepaint” :-)

^Missing

https://simblr.cc/ts2/mod/778-arcade-machines-2018.html

https://simblr.cc/ts2/mod/781-lunasims-hanging-dress-recolors-2018.html

https://simblr.cc/ts2/mod/782-subtley-crusty-base-game-appliances-2018.html

https://simblr.cc/ts2/mod/780-half-life-2-decals-2018.html

https://simblr.cc/ts2/mod/779-bloodborne-comics-2018.html

[sims2packrat]

I'm looking for SKITTLESSIMS 4T2 SP32 Pants Cargo. Their patreon only has the defaults and tbe customs were link to simsfileshare that is no longer there.

Hello anon! :-D I found this reblog, linking to this download on patreon (not the default one you mentioned) and I think that might be the one you're after? Let me know if it isn't<3

[heldbybarnes]

can’t stop thinking about beefy bucky with reader who gives off shy/innocent/sweet energy (you wouldn’t in a million years expect her to be a freak) — Bucky and her have been dating a year and they’ve had sweet, vanilla sex but reader wants to give Bucky head and he agrees (not knowing the FREAK his gf is). I’m talking reader giving buck head for 2 rounds back to back and him becoming a subby whining mess whilst being jaw dropped at the freak he’s dating (this can go on to her riding him out of his mind - up to u)

(I’m ovulating don’t judge me)

Bucky truly thinks you’re joking.

Not because he doubts you, but because the request is wrapped in that same soft, shy energy you always carry. You’re curled against his side on the couch, fingers tracing idle patterns on his shirt, voice quiet like you’re asking for something fragile.

“Can I… try something different tonight?”

He hums, distracted at first, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Different how, doll?”

You hesitate just long enough for him to glance down—and when he does, your cheeks are pink, your eyes not quite meeting his. That’s what throws him. You look like you’re about to ask permission to hold his hand, not… this.

“I wanna… take care of you.”

It lands slowly. Then all at once.

Bucky stills.

“…You mean—”

You nod before he can finish, biting your lip.

And God, the way he exhales—half laugh, half disbelief. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” you cut in, soft but firm.

That’s new, too.

Bucky studies you for a second, searching your face, making sure. And when he finds nothing but quiet determination under all that sweetness, something in him shifts—warms, melts.

“…Yeah,” he says finally, voice lower now. “Okay.”

---

He has no idea.

He realizes very quickly that he has no idea.

It starts slow—hesitant, almost. You ease him back onto the bed like you’re not entirely sure of yourself, hands gentle, movements careful. Bucky props himself up on his elbows, watching you with that soft, affectionate smile he always gets when you’re nervous.

“Hey,” he murmurs, reaching for you. “We can stop anytime, alright?”

You nod.

But you don’t stop.

Because the moment you settle between his thighs, something changes.

It’s subtle at first—just a shift in your confidence, the way your hands steady, the way your focus sharpens. Bucky notices it in pieces, too distracted to put it together right away. He just knows that within minutes, his head is tipped back against the pillows, breath catching in a way it never has before.

“Sweetheart—” he starts, but it breaks off into something rougher.

You hum softly, and the sound alone makes his fingers curl into the sheets.

That’s when it hits him.

You’re not hesitant anymore.

You’re… intentional.

Every movement feels deliberate, like you know exactly what you’re doing—like you’ve been holding this back, tucked neatly behind that shy smile of yours for an entire year.

“Where the hell—” he breathes, voice strained, eyes blown wide as he looks down at you. “Baby, where did you—”

You glance up at him, innocent as ever.

And then you don’t stop.

Bucky swears under his breath, head falling back again, one hand coming up to cover his eyes like that might somehow help him hold it together. It doesn’t. Nothing about this is helping him hold it together.

“You’re—” he tries again, voice breaking into a helpless laugh. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You don’t respond. You just keep going, steady and focused in a way that has his stomach tightening, his chest rising and falling too fast.

And when he finally reaches that edge—

“Wait—” he gasps, hand dropping to find yours. “Honey, I—”

You slow just enough to look up at him again.

Soft. Sweet. Completely unreadable.

“Can I keep going?” you ask, like this isn’t already destroying him.

Bucky stares at you.

“…You’re kidding.”

You shake your head.

And that’s how he ends up gone.

Completely.

The second round hits him harder—his body already sensitive, already on edge, already wrecked. He can’t even pretend to be in control anymore, not when every small movement has him reacting like it’s too much.

“Jesus—baby, please—” he chokes out, hand tangling in your hair, not to guide you but just to hold on to something. “I can’t— I can’t—”

You glance up again, and there’s something new in your expression now—something playful, something almost teasing.

“Oh,” you murmur softly, “you can’t?”

He actually whines.

The sound seems to flip a switch in you, because suddenly you’re not just focused—you’re driving him there, pushing him right up to the edge again with a patience that feels almost cruel.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes, half-laughing, half-pleading, his free hand gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles ache. “I had no idea—no idea you were hiding this—”

You hum again, and he loses it.

By the time you finally let him come down, Bucky is sprawled across the bed like he’s just survived something catastrophic, chest heaving, hair a mess, eyes still unfocused.

“…You’re not real,” he mutters.

You climb back up beside him, tucking yourself into his side like nothing happened, like you didn’t just unravel him piece by piece.

“I am,” you say sweetly.

He turns his head to look at you, still dazed.

“…You’ve been holding out on me.”

You shrug, all soft smiles again. “Maybe.”

Bucky lets out a breath, dragging a hand over his face before pulling you closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Baby,” he murmurs, voice still rough, “you’re—”

He stops, searching for the word.

There isn’t one.

So he settles for pulling you into a kiss instead—slow, a little desperate, like he’s trying to ground himself again.

And when you shift in his lap a second later, pressing closer, like you’re not done yet—

He groans.

“…You’re trying to kill me.”

You just smile.

And Bucky realizes, a little too late, that whatever he thought he knew about you?

He barely scratched the surface.

[simsigga-soul]

More Social Interactions Mod - Sims 2

Playing Sims 2 made me realize how limited social interactions were compared to other Sims titles. So after some tutorials, I made my very first mod: More Social Interactions!

Here are the list of interactions. Some are triggered by relationship dynamics so you won't see them all at once. There are no new animations, just more options for storytelling purposes.

Beg For Forgiveness

Compliment Outfit

Compliment Personality

Small Talk

Ask About Day

Deep Conversation

Good Night Kiss

Ask What Their Problem Is

Compliment Appearance

Talk About Music

Say "I Love You"

Hold Close

Argue About Parenting

Criticize WooHoo

Compliment Hair

Give Reassurance

Talk About Past

Argue About Money

Friendly "Say I Love You"

Talk About Weather

Big shoutout to picknmixsims, echo on MTS, and The Sims 2 Guru on YouTube for all of the help on pointing me in the right direction.

I don't *think* this should conflict with anything, I have almost 10 gigs of CC and mods and haven't run into any issues. I also don't have any coding/modding experience so, idk how much I can help if something goes wrong.

I may add more interactions in the future!

DOWNLOAD LINK

[nowstalgia-simblr]

| Bloom Crossing V2 |

SC4 Terrain / TS2 Large Map 🗺️

📸Preview:

⬇️ Download + More Under Cut ⬇️

Okay, I had to trudge over to upload this, lol not literally, just tired. Yes, this is a redo of my first map. which I think has better roads and makes more sense. Okay, I guess that's all... Hope you enjoy!

🎀Simblr.cc

T.O.U Do whatever as long as you DON'T paywall

[crispsandkerosene]

TS3Store World of Wonder tent stuff converted for TS2. (+ recolours)

This set includes eleven tent building bits, the associated stake (all found in deco/misc) and three columns. All objects but the 2 and 3 story columns (requiring Uni) are base game compatible.

The download also includes a collection file, but I made it in an all EPs all SPs setup; it  won’t work for everyone.

(Please excuse the huge file-size, and be warned that recolouring the tent bits is quite a time consuming affair. EA could have gone the texture-redepositing route with this stuff, but they didn’t - instead it uses ten different textures. :/)

As usual, just message me if you encounter any issue or whatever.

Swatches:

Tents

Columns

[crispsandkerosene]

DOWNLOAD at DROPBOX

[haraspudding2]

୨୧ ⊹4t2 nanaliii's snow sanrio plush dolls⊹୨୧

୨୧ by nanaliii ୨୧

♡ Objects Info ♡:

puppy saiko cinnamoroll plush (+3 recolors)| §7 | medium poly | found under decor > sculpture snow hello kitty plush (+3 recolors)| §7 | high poly (4k) | found under decor > sculpture snow kuromi plush (+3 recolors)| §7 | high poly (3k) | found under decor > sculpture snow melody plush (+3 recolors)| §7 | high poly (5k) | found under decor > sculpture

♡ Notes ♡:

- i didn't merge any swatches so that you can pick-and-choose the recolors you want. i recommend using the 'CCMerger' program to merge the recolors you want to keep everything together and orderly. - i used pforestsims' shine removal kit to remove any shininess from the object(s) - everything has been compressed using 'The Compressorizer!' - because i had to reduce the high polycount, there are some minor visual issues with some objects

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[maeafterdark]

what do we think about sleepy sex with hotch…. 🤤 (cw: some somnophilia) not proofread <3

picture it: like genuinely this man is exhausted. the kind you can just feel in your bones, one that threatens to kill you right then and there, yet all he can focus on is you.

maybe he’d been gone for a while. a case that had a mental and physical toll on him; his mind had been, to put it blankly, fucked. the contents were horrific and he’d been distracting himself ever since. not only that but he’d also been lacking proper sleep and actually eating meals (and despite what he says, takeout for the insert number here time in a row is not a meal).

through it all, you were the thing keeping him sane. each text message checking in, every late night and secret phone call he’d take just to hear your voice and to remind himself of something real and not downright disturbing in the world of unsubs and murder.

he may or may not have also gotten himself off once with the photo he keeps of you in his wallet, but he keeps that to himself.

and when he enters the house you two share, all he wants is you. it’s quiet, the lights downstairs turned off. he finds you in the bedroom, curled up and out like a light. some novel you’d been reading disregarded on his side of the bed.

he moves it gently, making sure not to bend the spine too much or move your bookmark on the page you’d fallen asleep at. then he removes his clothes, leaving him in just his boxers. it feels good to actually sit on his own bed, hand trailing up your bare thigh.

it’s almost romantic, the way he just watches as your chest rises and falls with each breath. he lets out a deep shutter when he feels you bare underneath the nightgown you’d had on. and his mind reflects. you’d made a comment once about how if he came home and you were asleep, he could feel free to you. you didn't mind, you wanted it rather.

and gosh did he want it too. he took his time to kiss at your thighs, his hands pushing that little nightgown up higher. his lips trail up against your skin, placing a light kiss at your pelvic bone before he’s gently spreading your folds.

he can hear the little whimper that illicits. he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “just me, sweetness. you okay if i continue?” he whispers. once you murmur a “please, yes, please”, he decides he just has to oblige!

he can tell you’re still in the stage between fully awake and still holding onto whatever dream you were having, and that’s where he’d prefer to have you as his tongue licks a long, wet stride up your slit. he actually moans at the taste, his hands digging into the skin at your thighs.

he lets his tongue tease you for a moment, before he's eating you out like a man fucking starved. aaron is the kind of guy who could get off of eye contact alone while his tongue thrusts in and out of your hole. but he’ll settle for watching you fight the sleep off to be awake for him.

he relishes in the tiny whimpers and barely audible moans he manages to pull from you. even more so when your hand tangles in his hair as he pushes a finger inside while his tongue works on your clearly neglected clit, sucking and twirling his tongue around it. “that’s it, pretty girl. let me hear you, hear how good im making y’feel.” his voice is low, husky. it almost sounds not like his own, but he doesn’t care.

when he pushes you over the first climax, he’s grinning against your mound. you can feel it. “pretty girl.” he places a kiss against your clit before he’s climbing to be overtop of you, kissing you deeply. you can taste yourself against his mouth.

“you ready for me to be inside of you, honey?” he pushes to keep your thighs open as he places a knee between them. you nod, pathetically so but you could care less about how desperate you look, hands grabbing his arms. “please, aaron. need to feel you.”

who is he to say no?

by time he’s inside of you? you’re fully awake as he’s thrusting into you. you swear you can see a bulge of him in your stomach, but your eyes are too heavy to fight to keep open as pleasure overtakes your senses, replacing each cohesive thought with repeats of his name and more.

he gets to get actual moans and whimpers from you as he burrows deep inside of you, letting your walls pulsate around him as the length of him sits in you. he moves, gently so, and you swear you’re seeing stars.

“you’re doing so good for me, honey.” he praises, breath warm against the shell of your ear. “gotta cum for me again, ‘kay? need to feel it, baby.”

“please, aaron.” it doesn’t need to be said what you’re begging for. to help you get there, his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing the still sensitive bud of nerves. he always adores seeing the highs he gave you: eyes rolling back in your head, back arching as he has to pin your hips down to be able to keep fucking you through it.

your next climax doesn’t take long to come (pun intended) and he’s not far behind you. he spills out in you, because aaron totally has a breeding kink and im going to elaborate on that later. once you both settle, he pulls out and moves to let his head rests against your thighs to watch the aftermath as you catch your breath from the world shaking orgasm your boyfriend just gave you, your own climax mixing with his. his finger pushes it back inside, and he grins at the moan it illicits from you.

after you’re washed up by an ever affectionate aaron, he lays you down and kisses the crown of your head gently. it’s a stark contrast to the man he can become during sex, all dirty talk and little apologies for how greedy he is with your cunt.

he covers you up, large arms keeping you in place as they wrap around your waist. “gotta start coming home more often like this.” he says, and he grins when you do.