Someone Please Tell Me Why I Started Reading "the Deal" By Elle Kennedy At Like 22h30 When I Know Damn

Someone please tell me why I started reading "the deal" by Elle Kennedy at like 22h30 when i know damn well i have to go do student shit in less than 4hours???

It's 4h06 and I still haven't gotten any sleep 😶😶.

Huge spoiler but, I can't believe Elle Kennedy is doing this to me. I love her so much. She's making her way up my list of favourite authors.

I just LOVE her for shadowing of events. Why? BECAUSE, in "The Deal" she included a Convo between Hannah and Allie saying that Allie and Sean had broken up so many times but Allie felt like they were older and wiser and everything. And then we forgot about this. AND THEN, in "The Mistake" she included another convo where it was said that Allie and Sean were fighting like crazy. AND I TOLD MYSELF, oh, I feel sorry for Ally. I really thought she and Sean were solid.

AND NOW, Allie is the protagonist of the third book with her love interest being Dean??? FUCKING DEAN???

Oh my Lord in the heavens above, I just love this book so freaking much.

"i could fix him" yeah? well i could accept him as he is. you don't like the murder? grow up. the atrocities are part of him and ive decided they're funny

So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”

To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”

I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.

Rings, Rings, Rings -> Peter Parker

pairings: peter parker x reader

desc: in which your boyfriends newfound love towards jewellery affects you more than you expected

warnings: swearing, the most nsfw thing i’ve done, sex mentions, hand kink, dirty talk, choking, ring kink(?), hint of dom!peter, nicknames of pure filth

a/n: this is filth. it’s not all the way smut but oh my god it’s pure filth. if there were any mind readers in sainsbury’s while i thought this up - sorry😋

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It started with one. One metal band around Peter’s middle finger. You had loved it, even complimented him on it.

Never could you have expected a fucking ring to make you like this.

Your problem had began in first period, when Peter walked into math, his fingers lined with rings. You had noticed straight away, and when he sat down next to you, your mind was already a million miles away.

The only thought bouncing around in your mind was short, sweet and simple. Rings, rings, rings.

By the end of maths, you could already feel the butterflies in your stomach dropping all the way down, giving you a familiar sensation in your abdomen.

You and Peter had been dating for the best part of two years, and yes - you had sex. Good sex, at that, although there was always a mutual feeling of wanting more, something beyond the reasonably vanilla sex.

Maybe this would be the kickstarter.

Now, it was last period, and you were surprised that you had made it through the day. It was English, and where you had normally been focused on the learning, your eyes were glued to Peter in front of you.

He was the row in front and one to the left, so his hands were in perfect view. Was it weird, to be so obsessed with your own boyfriend? No, you thought. He made you like this.

The whole day before, you had been quiet in conversations, although not quiet enough for Peter to be suspicious. MJ had noticed at lunch, clearly more observant than Peter, and she has teased you relentlessly.

But you didn’t care. He was hot.

You knew how wet you were - you could feel it every time you moved. It was unbearable, having to act completely fine all day when your mind was begging to be fucked. You prayed Peter couldn’t tell.

“Y/N?” Your English teacher, Mr. Robertson called.

“Hm?” You snapped your eyes up. “Yeah?”

“I asked you what you got for number seven?”

“Oh,” Looking at the board, you tried to work the answer out in your head. “Alliteration, right?”

Mr. Robertson nodded, “Pay more attention, please.”

“Yes, sir.” You shifted in your chair, accidentally rolling over that sweet spot.

You felt yourself get even wetter, while you hoped the bell would ring sooner. Eyes falling back onto Peter, you noticed the hair on his arms was standing up, and his eyes went vacant, staring at his work.

Fuck, you thought. He knows.

You reached to into your bag under the desk, shuffling things around until you felt the cool glass of your perfume bottle. Pulling it out, you took the cap off and sprayed it over yourself a few times, deliberately pointing some in Peter’s direction.

His spidey-sense normally came in handy, but right now all you wanted was to cover up your own hormones. He didn’t have to know, you said to yourself. It would be so embarrassing to explain - that you had been dumb all day over his hands, just from one simple change.

Eyeing the clock, you checked how long it was until the day would finally be over. Turns out it was only a few minutes - a few minutes until you could get home and get yourself under control-

Wait, you stopped mid-sentence. It was Thursday. That meant you weren’t going home. Thursdays meant May wasn’t home, so you always went to Peter’s for a movie night. Fuck.

“And on that note, pack up.” Mr. Robertson smiled, bringing you out of your thoughts.

Peter closed his jotter, turning around to face you. “Are you ok? You’ve been quiet today.”

“Yeah,” you tried to act normal. “Just trying to pick a movie to watch tonight. It’s my turn, right?”

He smiled. “Please don’t make me watch Love, Simon again. I love it- but I think I know it word for word at this point.”

Good, you thought. Maybe he hasn’t noticed. “Fine. Just because I love you.”

You shoved your jotter into your bag, throwing it over your shoulder and saying goodbye to Mr. Robertson. Every step you took caused more friction between your legs, it was torture. There was no way you could act normally.

Thankfully, the walk from school to Peter’s place wasn’t too far, although he still lived with May and was in his last year of high school, you were glad that he was so close to you, all the time. It was nice to have him there.

Approaching his apartment building, the conversation was scarce - not awkward, though. Peter seemed to take your quietness as a hint, and you two walked in comfortable silence.

He held the door for you as you walked into the building, heading towards the stairs up to his floor. You could hear him behind you, rummaging around in his bag to find his keys.

When you got to his door, you turned, meeting his brown eyes - seeing something within them, something not too prominent, but there. It was new.

“So, you decided on a movie?” Peter asked, closing the door behind him. “And please don’t say 365 Days. May doesn’t need that on our Netflix history.”

You laughed, “Really? I was looking forward to watching that.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his bag off of his shoulder. “No, baby. I will not watch glorified porn with you.”

“Damn,” you joked. “Guess I’ll have to settle for my second choice.”

“Which is?”

“50 Shades.”

Peter scoffed. “No. Absolutely not, princess. That’s not even on Netflix.”

You set your bag down next to his. “I’m kidding, babe. MJ was talking about this movie in science - it’s called Room. It sounds good.”

“As long as it’s not a weird mafia sex movie.” Peter mumbled.

“I doubt it would be,” You giggled.

He walked over to the living room TV, picking up the remote and turning it on before you spoke;

“I’m gonna get changed, can I borrow a hoodie? This shirt is too tight.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” He smiled. “By borrow, you mean keep, right?”

You fake scoffed. “Never!”

Peter smirked. “It’s good, baby. You look good in my clothes anyway. I’ll get the movie on.”

Smiling, you walked into his room, pulling your own shirt off - leaving you in your bra. You walked up to Peter’s closet, looking for a hoodie you saw him wear the other day.

You searched through the hangers, not finding a single hoodie. Weird, you thought. Maybe he moved them into the drawers.

Turning around, you jumped when you saw Peter almost right in front of you, just a few feet ahead.

“Christ, Pete. Almost had a heart attack.” You laughed.

“I wanted to ask you about something.” His tone was smooth, almost totally opposing the joking tone he had just a minute ago.

“Sure,” You smiled. “But can I have some clothes on when you ask?”

You began to walk past him to his drawers, but were surprised when his hand caught your arm before you could pass.

“Pete- Are you alright?” You could feel the rings pressing against your skin, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a huge turn on. You could feel the butterflies in your panties, which were already soaked from the day.

The hair on Peter’s arm stood up.

“That,” he looked at his arm. “Keeps happening.”

“Is someone in trouble, maybe?” You tried to play it off.

Peter laughed a little. “No, angel. No one’s in trouble.”

You nodded. “Then what is it?”

“Come on, pretty girl,” he drawled. “Let’s not play dumb.”

His hand moved up from your wrist, slowing tracing your arm, going all the way up until Peter’s hand reached your face. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, but kept his hand there, cupping your cheek.

“I could smell you, all day,” He smirked. “That’s why you kept spraying perfume, isn’t it? You knew that I’d smell how fuckin’ wet you are.”

Your breath hitched. Peter had never been like this before, never so outright. Hey, you didn’t dislike it.

“Peter..”

“Tell me, baby,” he looked back into your eyes before he pulled his hand away, running it through his curls. “What’s got you so needy?”

The words wouldn’t come out. It was too embarrassing. What is he thought it was weird, what if it made him uncomfortable? Your mind raced.

“Baby,” His hand went to your chin, pulling it up so you’d look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question.”

You still couldn’t speak, but instead looked down to his other hand, Peter’s own gaze following. He laughed a little when it clicked.

“Oh,” he breathed, putting both hands next to each other. “my hands?”

“I know it’s dumb, I don’t know why I-”

Peter stopped you with just a look.

“No, it’s not,” smirking, he raised his right hand and placed it back on your cheek. “It’s not weird.”

He seemed to recognise that you wanted more, just didn’t want to say it, as he gave you a look as if you say ‘Go ahead, do whatever.’ Peter could tell you a lot through looks.

You took a breath, reaching up to the hand on your shoulder, lifting it off and moving it up, slowing placing it on your neck, using your own hand to wrap it around.

The cool metal was nice against your skin, and although Peter could already smell your hormones, you knew they would be kicking off even more now that you had everything you wanted - his hand wrapped around your neck.

You moved you’re eyes back up to him, expecting him to look confused or uncomfortable, but instead there was just a vacant look on his face, something you had never seen before.

For a moment you thought he hated it, Peter’s blank look making you expect the worst, so you pulled away a little, letting your hand drop from on top of his.

But he didn’t pull away.

His expression turned, going from blank to a small smirk, his eyes almost lighting up. “Oh,”

You swallowed. “Is this ok?”

Peter nodded quickly. “This is definitely ok.”

Smiling a little, you moved further into his grip, feeling the cool of his rings against your throat. You felt Peter tighten his grip slightly, which took you by surprise.

Letting out a small moan - much to Peter’s delight, you flushed red and looked into his eyes again.

He laughed a little, moving closer to you and running his other hand down your side.

“We’re gonna have so much fun with this, angel.”

DEAN HAYWARD FUCKING DI LAURENTIS IS A GOD-DAMNED FEMINIST!!!

I've never loved a character more than when I read this particular paragraph.