Sure The Song Says

Sure the song says

Ain't no mountain high enough...

If you need me, call me....

But how did you end up on the other side of the mountain exactly? I thought you were going to pick up breakfast tacos.

I've loved spicy food my entire life. That was my poll vote, but I also liked fish, onion, oatmeal, and broccoli. I was a beanpole but not too picky about food.

Okay, we've had plenty of those "popular food that you hate" polls.It's time for:

Whenever I watch this, the quip by *Dorothy Parker comes to mind:

"I like to have a martini, two at the very most.

After three I'm under the table; after four I'm under my host."

Mmmmhmmm. I'm thinking of a number...

*Some say the attribution to Ms. Parker is suspect, but it is at least quite in line with her wit.

ANDREW GARFIELD | SOHO House  

What a first chapter; that went from zero to sixty in seconds! Whew; your lead took that brush and just painted right into a corner…and there’s an attorney leaning on the doorframe eyeballing the brush, the wet paint, and the telltale footprints.

You sure know how to keep a reader in suspense…

Imagine Being Loved By Me: Part One

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader and Michael Kinsella x F!Reader, it's a LOVE TRIANGLE Y'ALL.

Summary: You split your time between Dublin and Hell’s Kitchen as a marketing executive for your dad’s company. You also split your time between two men, Matt Murdock the blind lawyer, and Michael Kinsella, the Irish mob enforcer. You’ve done a good job of keeping your two lives separate, but what happens when they collide one night? 

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Cheating, reader is a two timing bitch, phone sex, unprotected p in v sex, Mean Devil Matt. SEX. LIES. DRAMA. This may or may not have a happy ending.

Author’s Note: Inspired by “Talk” by Hozier, and some very horny conversations in the group chat. Once again, @bellaxgiornata and @loveroftoomanyfandoms are the best enablers. I'll be sharing this one here on Tumblr as well as AO3, since the reception to the teaser I posted here was so good. Dividers by @saradika

Being the daughter of a very successful CEO definitely had its perks. You loved the jet setting life it afforded you, and being able to split your time between New York and Dublin was an absolute dream come true. Your father had corporate offices in both cities, and since you were his top marketing executive, you were needed in both places. Not only did you split your time between the two cities, but you had a booty call in each city. They were vastly different from one another, and they both scratched an itch you had. You were very up front about the fact that you didn’t want anything serious with either of them, and they had no idea about each other. After all, you are a vibrant, successful woman in the prime of her life. Who says you can’t have a little fun? 

Matt Murdock was your do-gooder boy with his own law firm in Hell’s Kitchen. He didn’t pull in much money, because most of his work was pro bono, but you had your own money, that didn’t interest you. What pulled you to him was his good looks, and the fact that he fucked like the devil himself. Every night you spent with him was absolute ecstasy, and he always left you breathless and wanting more. 

Michael Kinsella was your bad boy in Dublin, and if your father had any idea you were hooking up with a hitman for a prominent crime family, he would lose his mind. Unlike Matt, Michael had money, and he loved to give you expensive presents, which was nice, but not necessary. Michael was dangerous, and that was exciting to you. You spent enough time around blowhards and stuffed shirts in the corporate world, so the unpredictability of Michael’s life was a breath of fresh air. Like Matt, Michael was an excellent lover. However, Michael was gentler with you, he took his time with you, and made sure you always came before he did. 

Matt Murdock fucked you, and Michael Kinsella made love to you. 

You were successful at keeping your two lives and lovers separate, and neither of them suspected anything. But, little did you know, Michael was starting to develop feelings for you, which would no doubt complicate things. 

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When you finally landed in New York, you were exhausted. That kind of deep exhaustion that seeped into your bones and made you think that even a week of sleep wouldn’t be enough. There was weather in Dublin. Weather serious enough to ground your private jet and delay you getting back to New York. You desperately wanted a hot bath in your garden tub, then to pass out in your California King sized bed at your penthouse, but you had a date to keep. It wouldn’t be the first time you had to reschedule a date with Matt, but you didn’t want to disappoint him. You could power through dinner. 

At the restaurant,the sound of silverware on plates and the clinking of glasses droned on almost like a lullaby to you in your exhausted and jet-lagged state. You stared at the plate of food in front of you and pushed something around with your fork in an effort to seem alert. Was it chicken, or was it pork? At this point you couldn’t even remember what you ordered. You reached for your wine glass and took a sip, but the wine only exacerbated your drowsiness.

 A yawn suddenly escaped your lips as the voice of your date sitting across from you snapped you back to the present.

"Hey, sweetheart, you alright? You seem like you're somewhere else entirely,” Matt asked.

"Yeah, Mikey, I'm fine, just jet lagged,” you replied as you waved him off. It took you a second, but you realized what you just called him. 

Oh shit.

"Did you just, did you just call me Mikey?"

You sat there like a deer in headlights before coming up with a good excuse.

"Oh, sorry. Uh, this investor I've been dealing with in Dublin. His names Michael, but he insists I call him Mikey. Sorry, babe. I'm that tired. Hope I don't fall asleep face down in my dinner,” you laughed.

"Well, we can take this back to my place. Or yours. For some dessert."

"You trying to get fresh with me, Murdock?"

Matt laughed and flashed you that devious shit eating grin of his.

"I don't have much of a sweet tooth, but I could absolutely devour you."

"Good thing I'm not that sweet, then."

“Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to keep up that tough girlboss act around me. I know you like no one else does,” Matt whispered as he reached across the table to take your hand.

You laughed. “Oh, Matthew, you are quite the charmer. But, getting into more comfortable clothes and getting horizontal does sound like a good idea.”

Suddenly your phone started buzzing, and you saw Michael’s name on the screen. 

“Um, could you excuse me for a minute, Matt. I gotta take this.” 

“Sure, I’ll get the check and have them pack up your food.” 

“No need,” you said as you threw your shiny black credit card on the table and excused yourself outside.

“Hey Mikey.” 

“Hey pet. Did ya get back to New York safe?” 

“Yeah, I did. Sorry I forgot to tell you. I'm jet lagged and exhausted and I had to go straight to a dinner meeting.” 

“No worries, love. I miss ya already. When are ya coming back?” 

“I miss you too, Mikey. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks.” 

“Ah, that’s too long. When are ya gonna just stay here for good?” 

“Mikey, you know I can’t commit to that.” 

Michael laughed, “I know, I know. Wishful thinkin’ I guess.” 

You yawned again. 

“I’ll let ya go, pet. Go get some rest, yeah?” 

“I will Mikey. Be good for me okay?” 

“I’ll try. Love ya.” 

“Bye Mikey.” 

You hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of your nose. It was obvious that Michael was starting to develop serious feelings for you. On your last visit you found a ring box in his jacket pocket when you were trying to find his phone for him. You didn’t dare open it, but you could only imagine what was inside. He also kept hounding you to move to Dublin full time, but you knew your father would never go for that, since the main offices were in New York, and if he knew you had any kind of romantic relationship with a hitman, he’d flip his shit. The ruse of keeping your two lives separate was exhausting, but you just couldn’t give it up. 

Suddenly you were startled by a hand on your shoulder, so you grabbed the strange wrist and twisted their arm around. Then, you heard Matt’s familiar voice. 

“HEY, HEY, OW! Hey, sweetheart, it’s just me!” Matt yelled. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry Matt, you scared me. Did I hurt you?” 

“No, I’m okay. But I see you’ve been practicing those moves I showed you at Fogwell’s. Very nice, I’m proud.” 

“Well, I have a good teacher. I’ll call a car to take us back to my place, sound good?” 

“Sounds great.” 

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Once you got back to your penthouse, you got out of your business casual clothes and got horizontal like you wanted to, but very little resting actually happened. You and Matt were naked and spooning, trying to catch your breaths after round three of fucking. Both of you were sweaty and spent, but you still felt Matt getting hard again against your bare ass. He started nipping at your ear and your neck and you leaned closer into him, making sure your ass brushed his stiffening cock. 

“Wanna go again,” Matt purred in your ear. 

“I sure fucking do, tiger.” 

You rolled over on your back, and Matt rolled over so he could hover over you. He kissed you feverishly, lightly nibbling on your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth, then he moved his lips to your chin, your neck, between your breasts, then to just above your navel. His lips kept traveling lower and lower until his mouth was hovering above your bare, wet cunt. You tangled your hands in his soft brown hair and shoved his face down to where you needed him most.

He jerked his head up, freeing himself of your grasp on his hair. “Patience, you greedy girl,” he laughed. 

You giggled and bit your bottom lip as he licked through your folds with the flat of his tongue, lingering on your clit for a moment. Matt was talented with his tongue, and it made you squirm and grip the sheets every time. He placed one hand on your belly, and his other hand gripped your hip to keep you still as he worked your clit with his tongue. You arched your back and moaned, and your thighs involuntarily clenched around his head. He stopped licking and started gently sucking, which made you cry out into the dark of your bedroom. 

“Oh God. Oh, YES. Oh, fuck, MIKEY.” 

Matt suddenly stopped and sat up at the foot of the bed. You whined at the loss of his mouth on you, and at the realization that you just called him the wrong name again. Your hands flew to your face to hide your shame, even though you knew damn well Matt couldn’t see your face. However, he could hear the sudden spike in your heart rate and change in your breathing. 

“Sweetheart,” he said sternly. “Who the fuck is Mikey?” 

“I’m so sorry, Matt. He’s just that investor in Dublin, I swear. I spent alot of time with him last week, and I’m just jet lagged and tired, and I’m so sorry,” you said as you tried not to cry. 

“And was fucking him included in all that time you spent together?” 

“NO, Matt! I swear! It was an honest mistake, baby. Just, come back to bed, please?” 

Matt clenched his jaw and moved to the side of the bed with his back towards you. Tears continued to prick at your eyes, and you soon started sobbing. You couldn’t believe how stupid you were being. You had been so careful, but you feared your cover had been blown. Matt could smell and taste the salt from your tears before he even heard your sniffles. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around you, then kissed your temple before pulling you into his chest to comfort you. At that moment, your phone picked the worst possible time to start buzzing. 

You released yourself from Matt’s grip so you could sit up and see who it was. 

Fuck. It was Michael. 

“Who is it?” Matt asked coldly. 

“Uh, it’s nobody, babe.” 

“Is it your investor?”

“Yeah, I’ll call him back later.” 

“No, sweetheart. Answer it. Put him on speaker.” 

“No, it’s okay, I’ll just-”

“Answer. It,” Matt growled. 

You did as he said, and put it on speaker. Soon, you heard the smooth Irish accent of your lover across the pond coming through your phone. 

“Hey, pet. I didn’t wake ya, did I?” 

“Uh, no Mikey you didn’t. But now isn’t really a good time, can I call you back later?” 

“Sure, but I just wanted ta hear yer voice a minute.” 

Matt was pissed. You had heard about the Devil in the Murdock boys, and you were about to witness it firsthand. 

“Didn’t you hear the lady say it wasn’t a good time?” Matt said loudly so the man on the phone could hear him. 

“What the fuck? Do ya have another man in there with ya?” Michael asked.

You covered your face again, wishing the bed would open up and swallow you whole. Then, Matt firmly, but gently shoved you back down on the bed, opened up your legs, and lined his still hard cock up with your entrance. Before you could say another word, he pushed into you until he was fully inside you, causing you to yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Matt usually took his time with you so you could adjust to his size, but he had a point to make here. 

“Yeah, she does have another man in here with her. And you’re about to listen to me fuck her,” Matt breathed out as he started roughly snapping his hips. 

“Michael, I’ll call you back,” you cried out. 

“Nah, I think I’ll listen to the show,” Michael replied. “I wanna hear if he can make you scream like I can. I bet his cock isn’t even as big as mine.” 

“She was screaming your name earlier, pal,” Matt said through gritted teeth between thrusts. “Now I”m gonna fuck her so sensless that she forgets all about you.” 

Matt was making good on his word to fuck you senseless. He was hitting just a bit deeper than he usually did, and fucking you rougher. You couldn’t hide the fact that he felt so fucking good, and the way his cock was rapidly brushing against that sweet spot inside you already had you feeling boneless and dizzy. Hearing Michael’s gruff Irish accent through the speaker of your phone wasn’t hurting, either. 

“Is he gonna make ya come, love? Go on, pet.” 

You were getting closer and closer, and your cunt was clenching and fluttering around Matt’s cock, encouraging him to finish too. 

“Yeah, she’s gonna come, and I am too. Gonna fill her up so good she’ll still be dripping from me by the time she gets back to Dublin.” Matt growled. 

“Oh god, Matt, PLEASE!” 

“No god here tonight here, sweetheart. But the devil is inside you.” 

After that you fell over the edge, screaming, panting, legs shaking. Matt spilled inside you as you convulsed around him, and he swore he had never come so hard in his life. He slowly pulled out of you, and stumbled his way to your en suite bathroom, leaving you naked on the bed with Michael still on the phone. 

“Well, sounds like ya might need to get some rest. I’ll call ya later.”

“Michael, wait,” you replied before he abruptly hung up. 

You heard the shower start in the bathroom, then Matt appeared in the doorway. 

“I’m gonna shower.” 

“Okay. You want some company?” you asked sheepishly. 

“No. Actually, no I don’t,” Matt said before slamming the bathroom door behind him. 

You scrubbed your hands over your face yet again, and you wondered how in the fuck you were going to get yourself out of this one.

You aced it! Loved reading your writing Trouble In The Library because the way you write the couple—it’s like I am right there. Awesome!

I picture your trouble like T3 (T cubed but I'm lousy at typing superscript).

For ex: trouble was looking forward to meeting up with Peter after the Chem test was finished to celebrate acing it but frat!Peter has to take a turn as minder of the freshies for the weekly evening study session at the library. So while he's sitting at the long table with them, trouble slips into the library and waits until juuuust the right time and picking a moment when he suddenly realizes trouble is there, silently Taunts him from across the room, Teases him with her eyes, and then Tempts him (or tortures him, hehe) until he is absolutely crazy. Nothing mean, trouble is just reminding him how chemistry works outside of class....

TROUBLE IS THE TRIPLE THREAT!!!!! SHUT UPPPPPPP THIS IS SO..... INCREDIBLE!!!!!

YES... YESSSSS!

This is my type of coffee ♡