When you search the movie [The Outlaw King] on the internet, what keeps popping up: nude scene. If it were a female nude scene, it wouldn’t even be registering.
There’s certainly a double standard because no one would talk about it if it were a woman, and I would say… Why? Because are women expected to do it and men aren’t? And why aren’t men expected to do it, and why haven’t men done it before? Does it show vulnerability? Does it exhibit this vestigial, kind of puritanical shame over the human body and human intimacy? Yet violence and self-flagellation, self-hurt, hurting one another, we can do, because that’s what we’ve been taught culturally is okay? I don’t know, but it certainly seems to be an odd thing.
i have this headcanon where reader is “innocently” teasing poor pete all day when they’re out shopping and having lunch. reader is fully aware that as soon as they step foot in her apartment peter will go absolutely feral and starved for her. pete will tease for their behavior, but of course give in eventually. the sex will be so steamy and dirtyyyy. gosh i’m going insane just thinking of it😅
my thoughts are peter parker and peter parker only ughh🙇♀️
Manda Manda Manda - my sweet beautiful Manda. That headcannon is ✨chef’s kiss✨ incredible. This got real nasty real quick omg
Warnings: smut central, baby!!
Music played in a muffled tone over the speakers of the store you and Peter were in, the last stop of the day. You step past where Peter stood looking at video games, rubbing your ass against the front of his jeans in the process before standing beside him.
“Find anything good, Pete?” You ask, side eying him - trying to not giggle at the blush that had come over his cheeks. You turn, placing your fingertips on the peak of his shoulder as you smirk, “What’s wrong, baby?”
“What do you mean?” he paused, placing his hands in a fist in front of his crotch, standing tall before clearing his throat. “I’m good, babe.” His words were quick, you could tell you had finally started to wear him down￼. You could feel the lust radiating off of his body after teasing him while shopping all day.
“Are you okay, baby?” You ask in a whine, staring him dead in the eyes, a large smile plastered across your face. Peter didn’t say anything.
As a matter of fact, Peter didn’t say another word to you until you stepped through the doorway of your apartment. He dropped his bags, shoving you against the wall as he growled, “You are such a damn tease.”
His eyes were hungry as they stare at your lips, then trail down to your chest. “You know, baby - I really don’t like it when you tease me in public,” he said, quickly taking the top of your dress in his fist and quite literally ripping it off of your body, your underwear coming off shortly thereafter.
The cold air hit all of your most tender spots, now warm from the blood rushing through your body. You were ready for him to pounce on you, to make you his own.
But Peter had different plans. He backed away from you, crossing his arms as he whispered, “Get on your knees.” Your eyes widened as your stomach dropped at his command.
He pointed his finger towards the ground, “Now.”
You drop to your knees, looking up at Peter as he walks towards you - his crotch right in your face as he slowly starts to take off his belt, “Give me your wrist.” He wraps your wrist in the belt, tightening it to constrict you.
He smirks, beginning to unzip his pants, pulling them down. His wet boxers were right in your face, his cock’s outline made your mouth water. And then he takes them off, cock bouncing in your face wet with precum.
His large hand wraps around the base of your neck as he pulls you close, looking down at you as he stands above where you knelt. “You want to be a tease?” You nod, villainously smirking up at his dark eyes. He’s holding the back of your head in both of his hands, the tip of his cock brushed against your lips before you take it in your mouth. He grunts as he thrusts into your mouth, eyes rolling in the back of his head.
But he’s getting too into it. He wants to savor you - so he pulls out of your mouth, wraps his arm around your waist and picks you up seamlessly. Peter throws you on his couch as he falls to his knees in front of you, grabbing your inners thighs and yanking your heat close to his face, licking his lips as he looks at his meal.
With a flat tongue he licks up your slit, rocking his tongue back and forth on your clit as he looked you in the eye, grabbing your still bound wrist in one of his hands. He secretly loved the control. He licked your pussy again, and again - literally making your core hurt from wanting him inside of you, never breaking eye contact with you. “Peter, please.”
Your words cause him to pull away, smiling as he stood, pulling the rest of his clothes off before his hands wrapped around your waist again, flipping you onto your stomach.
His hand meets your ass as he gives you a spank, standing behind you and pulling your hips into his from behind. His cock rubbed against your entrance over and over, running over your slit before slipping in with ease since he had gotten you so soaking wet.
“Oh my fucking god,” he groaned as he bottomed himself out inside of you, moaning along with him. He started to thrust in and out of you, filling you up each time. His thrusts became sloppy as he pushed your chest and face into the couch, arching your back as he fucked you. His long fingers found their way to your sensitive and swollen nub, rubbing it in between his fingertips and sending shockwaves through you.
“Peter, I’m going to cum,” you whisper in a moan. Peter’s right foot braces on the couch as he fucks himself into you, hitting your g-stop as your walls contract around him, seeming to milk his hot cum from his cock. He moans your name as he finishes inside of you, rocking back and forth just to feel his cum squishing inside of you, “Good girl.”
He pulls out, quickly bringing you into his arms and taking the belt off of your wrist. Peter kisses your nose lightly, then your wrist. “I’m sorry if I was too rough, my baby. Do you want me to go pick up take out?”
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