Trick Or Treat?

Trick or Treat?

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For you my dear, here is some professor Peter Parker goodness.

You were just visiting Peter in his office, fully intent on dropping off his lunch, like any good spouse would. Sure, you were hoping for a kiss or two (or three). Sure, you wore the pale yellow sundress he loved so much. It was hot outside, in your defense. You truly didn't mean to start anything.

Alright, that wasn't entirely true.

You weren't complaining, your ass on his desk, legs wrapped around his waist. The door to his office was locked, though the possibility of someone knocking lurked in your mind.

The idea turned you both on, the possibility someone would stumble upon the university's physics professor fucking his wife in his office.

"Gotta be quiet," He whispered against your lips, his hips desperately meeting yours. Peter's thrusts were fast, hard, sloppy. You whined upon feeling the head of his cock brush against the spot that made you see stars.

"I'm-I'm trying," you groaned, fingers finding purchase in his dark locks.

"I know, can't help it, can ya?" His chuckle was dark, sending a thrill up your spine, "Fuck, you're s'pretty, taking me."

You tighten the hold your legs have around his lithe waist, as if you think he'll leave you.

"Not going anywhere baby," Peter reassures you, "Not until I fill you up."

His teeth nip down your neck, finding a home along your collarbone. A large hand snakes up your body, kneading your clothed breasts.

Your lips are pressed against his temple. All you can do is cling onto your husband as he continues to pound into you.

"P-please," You whisper, "Want it s'bad."

"Yeah? You wanna walk out of here, dripping with me? Is that it?" As much as you loved your sweet husband, you loved when he got like this.

All you can do is nod, too busy feeling overwhelmed by his cock, how it was brushing against that sweet spot over and over again.

"C'mon then bug. Make it happen."

The coil in your stomach that had been tightening snapped, your walls clenching his cock as your body slumped forward, hips irrationally thrashing against Peter's.

Peter moans against your skin, his own high releasing just from feeling yours.

The office is no longer filled by the sounds of skin slapping against skin, instead replaced by heavy panting as you two processed what just happened.

"Took us two years, but your desk is finally christened," You chuckled.

Peter laughed, his warm amber eyes finding yours.

"I think I have tissues somewhere," he said before placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I hope so, wouldn't want your students to just sneeze into the air," You teased.

A boyish grin appeared on his face, "C'mon bug, I'm known as the messy Professor, not the dirty professor."

"You're my dirty professor." The eye roll from Peter was worth saying the corny line.

"Oh my God, get out."

"Nah, you don't have office hours for another thirty minutes Tiger."

NEW GIRL | 2.16

'Scuse me, heading to Vegas to place a bet on whether that was Kelsie.

Hmmm, Matt. Ask yourself why someone working in a newsroom would be revealing that much information instead of asking YOU questions??

Doubters gonna doubt...and those two lovers love to second guess everything except what is right in front of them.

Kelsie's comeuppance is going to be juicy, right? Right? Pie to the face? Copier explosion? Roundhouse kick?

Worried about the upcoming angst...hope Reader gets a good nap in so she's ready for it...

Looking forward to finding out what happens!

Cooking Up Love, Chapter 11

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here 

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, Kelsie is her own warning 😈

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: Super short but super important chapter here! This is setting up our Mega Angst for the story, which will be coming next! 👀

As always, thanks to @theradioactivespidergwen for the stellar divider! 🥰

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @roseslovedreams

Ugh, why isn't this coffee kicking in, you thought to yourself while you sat at your desk attempting to proofread several articles for the Thursday digital edition of the paper later that morning. I've read this same sentence no less than 5 times.

You shook your head, trying to clear it. The unusual quiet in the normally bustling office definitely wasn't helping your sleepiness. Maybe some stronger coffee will help.

You stood up and walked towards the break room.  Skyler had brought a bag of espresso roast coffee in the previous week and you were pretty sure there was some still left. 

You paused as you spotted Ellison at the Keurig. "Copier's on the fritz again," you said, walking over towards the cabinet that held the coffee mugs. "Thought you should know."

Ellison nodded as he waited for his coffee to finish. "Hopefully there'll be enough money in the budget to replace it next year. Damn thing's probably older than I am."

He looked over at you and squinted. "No offense, but you look like shit."

You huffed out a laugh. "Gee thanks, Mitch. You sure know how to make a girl feel special."

"Rough night?"

You shook your head. "Just tired. I only slept about an hour last night." 

Ellison studied you for a moment. "Look, why don't you take the rest of the day off? Go home and get some rest."

You opened your mouth to protest, then thought better of it. You were still exhausted and a nap honestly sounded wonderful at the moment. "Are you sure?" you asked instead. "I was just going to get some more coffee and try to power through the rest of the day."

Ellison nodded. "Absolutely. It's been a slow news day, and besides, you've been working your ass off lately and deserve a break."

You smiled. "Okay. Thanks, I appreciate it."

Ellison shrugged. "Eh, don't get all sappy on me. I just don't want you burning out on me, otherwise who else would tell me if my editorial column sucks or not?"

You grinned. "Oh I'm sure people would be lining up for that privilege."

Ellison chuckled. "Seriously, go get some rest."

You nodded. "I will. Thanks, Mitch. Really. I'll see you tomorrow."

You walked back out to your desk and gathered your things, then stopped by Skyler's desk. "Ellison gave me the rest of the day off, so I'm heading home. I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?"

Skyler nodded. "Okay. Get some rest."

As you headed down to the first floor and out the door, you considered stopping by Daredevil on your way home so you could apologize to Matt in person.

You headed towards your apartment building, sighing happily when you finally walked in the door.

You shook your head. You were so tired that you honestly weren't even sure if you could come up with a coherent apology. I'll talk to him after my article is turned in.

You peeked in your pantry and refrigerator, wrinkling your nose at the paltry options you had for dinner that evening. Instead of a choice between boxed pasta, instant ramen, or leftover Chinese takeout you wished you had Matt's spaghetti carbonara, pesto-parmesan linguine, and tiramisu. Maybe I could order something for delivery later, try something else on the menu.

You headed into your bedroom, changing into something more comfortable before climbing into bed. 

Your mind drifted to your article. You really didn't want to have to replay the last few minutes of the blind tasting yet again, but you needed to add a bit about it at the end so you could give it a quick read-through then send it to Ellison.

You sighed. You were a professional, dammit, and no matter your feelings, you were going to write a damn good article about Matt… Even if you never spoke to him again after it was all over.

I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night… No, take responsibility for your actions, Matthew. 

I'm sorry for trying to kiss you last night… Actually, no, I'm really not.

I apologize for my behavior last night. I must have misread the situation and… Ugh.

Matt sighed as he rode the elevator up to the Bulletin offices, wishing he would have had time to make a fresh tiramisu for you. 

He stepped off the elevator, unable to detect your now-familiar heartbeat among those of the rest of the Bulletin staff.

"Can I help you?" said a woman's voice to his left.

"Uh, yeah." Matt turned towards her and asked to speak to you.

"She's not here."

Matt sighed. Damn it. He probably wouldn't have time to come back later and based on what Foggy had said about you looking miserable he wasn't sure if you would be willing to come by the restaurant either. "Do you know when she'll be back?"

"Actually ," the woman continued, "she's out on assignment for the rest of the day. You know those investigative types, always looking for their next big scoop."

Matt furrowed his brow. That had been the exact opposite of the type of stories you had told him you were interested in writing. "I thought she was in Features."

"Oh, yeah, she is, but she really wants to be an investigative journalist, you know, digging up the dirt on people, finding out their deepest, darkest secrets and publishing them for the world to see." The woman paused. "Nothing nor no one is going to stand in the way of her and a good exposé… even if she has to make one up."

She made a dismissive sound. "Anyway, would you like to leave a message for her? I'll make sure that she gets it."

Matt shook his head. "Oh, uh, no, that's okay. I'll… catch up with her another time. Thank you."

"Sure thing. Have a nice day!"

Matt walked back to the elevator then headed down to the first floor. He had thought that he was getting to know you, but after that surprise revelation from your coworker he wasn't so sure.

He shook his head. Could you have been lying to him this whole time?

"And we're the problem?"

Cue the queue this weekend, taking a break to be a human being…