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# ON CAM ! — eren jaeger

ꕤ SYNOPSIS — you and your boyfriend discover voyeurism.

— • content warning - voyeurism, f!reader, dom! eren, sub! reader, praise & degrading mixture, reader finds out that she’s a squirter :0, eren and u have matching tats, slight choking, a little bit of tongue fucking & fingering, oral, missionary, breeding, mating press, use of pet names such as ꒰ baby, slut, princess ꒱ aftercare.

— • notes — bruh. i feel like this is SUPER long and i apologize for that but my mind just kept running. i hope u all enjoyyy!! reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated <33

“wait—so you wanna’ film us fucking?”

the emerald-eyed boy looked down at you with a quirked brow as you showed him a rather inappropriate video on your phone. you couldn’t quite read your boyfriend’s face. he looked confused— yet intrigued and by the looks of his pants, maybe even a little turned on.

“well, yes. but we most definitely don’t have to if you don’t want to. i don’t know— i just thought maybe it’d be kinda fun or something.“ you ramble, worried of what your boyfriend might be thinking of you. in all honesty, you didn’t really think eren would be into this — eren liked what he liked and your weren’t exactly sure that this was his sort of ordeal.

“what, you wanna’ be my lil’ pornstar or something?”

you giggle, the title going through your ear and down to your panties. eren placed a small kiss on your forehead before disappearing into your bedroom. curious, you trail behind him like a lost puppy. no little after your new found discovery, your boyfriend could be seen setting up his phone on the dresser at angle to where the mattress was in perfect view.

“what’re you doing ren’?” you inquire, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“you wanted to make a movie right? let’s make one.”

to say you weren’t nervous would be a lie. yes, this was your idea, but you didn’t actually think he’d do it — nor even consider it, but eren always seemed to prove you wrong.

“c’mon, don’t chicken out on me now, pretty.”

“i’m not!” you fight, folding your arms, “just didn’t think you’d actually wanna’ do this with me.”

the led lights stripped across your wall shined a light pink color as eren inched his way over to you. you could feel the callouses on his hands as he moved them from your shoulders to your cheeks, cupping them in his hands before whispering, “let’s put on a show,” onto your plump lips.

you gave into the kiss, and how could you not? it was impossible not to when his hands were now gripping and mounding at the flesh of your ass, the shorts that covered your bottom doing no justice. he had you damp from just a few simple kisses because when eren kissed, he kissed passionately, groaning and moaning into your mouth as your tongues danced in sync. his sounds only made your insides churn.

“get on the bed, baby— wanna’ taste you.”

you followed his orders without hesitation, laying your back against the cool silk bedspread and spreading your legs as wide as you could. without warning, a harsh slap to your thigh causes your head to lift, your eyes squinting over at eren who had a stern look on his face.

“flip over and arch your back. you know how i like to eat it.”

you quickly did as you were told, turning onto your tummy and perking your ass up high in the air for his appeal. he stared in awe as your cheeks jiggled from your adjustment. no matter how many times he’s seen it, he’ll never get over your ass — the way it ripples when he fucked you from behind. or the stretch marks that you’ve gotten over time. or maybe it was the matching tattoo of his small initials on your right cheek— yours being on his v-line.

yeah, that last one was definitely his most favorite.

“ren’ please do something— i need you,” you whine, inching your ass back in hopes to tempt him enough to get started already. you hated when he did this— teasing you. he knew how badly you ached for his touch, but you were just so cute begging for him like this.

“relax,” he grunts, lowering his body down to be leveled with your dripping cunt. you could feel his small breaths against your core, sending a chill down your spine. finally, after what felt like forever, eren’s rough hands gripped your cheeks, spreading them apart to get a clear view of your gushing opening.

“pussy’s so fuckin’ pretty,” he says, voice being muffled as he digs in. his tongue lapped at your folds before he entered it in and out of your hole, the cold metal of his tongue piercing causing you to flinch at the feeling. he smiles into your pussy as he ate at you like you were his final meal, your moans and whimpers encouraging his performance.

“oooo—fuck! eren, yes—you’re so good at that, baby.”

he must’ve liked your praise, because as soon as the words fell from your lips, eren’s tongue seemed to pick up speed. you began to move and grind your cunt onto him, fucking his face as your ass cheeks smothered him. for a brief moment, eren didn’t move his mouth an inch, allowing you to fuck yourself as you pleased — using his tongue as your toy.

“aah. ren’ oh my— shit! m’ cumming. m’ cumming.” you yelp, earning a long groan from eren that sent vibrations to your core— only making your orgasm approach quicker. something felt different about this feeling. you had a sudden urge to pee rather than cum and in fear, you begin to run away from your climax.

but eren wasn’t having that. not one bit.

his long arms extended outward, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back before sticking his middle and index finger deep into you, “wait— wait, wait, wait. i don’t know ren’— i feel like i’m gonna—“

“what? gonna’ make a mess?” he taunts.

“ren’ please.”

“it’s okay, baby. ill clean it up. i’ll clean it all up. go ahead, make a mess for me.” he continued to encourage you all while using his free hand to push down on your belly, making your orgasm come at a meaner, faster pace than usual as you stared at him with pleading eyes. you watched as he mouthed the words ‘cum for me’ and as if it were on cue, your pussy clamped around his fingers.

“yes, yesss. good girl,” he purrs, jolting his hand in and out of you until you could only see white spots around the room. once you gathered some sort of consciousness back, you looked down between your legs, eren slowly removing his fingers from your hole with a mixture of your juices and his salvia all over them.

“damn, i didn’t know you could do that,” he laughs.

“neither did i.”

you smiled and opened your mouth without him having to ask, your way of asking him to taste yourself. without another thought, eren stuck his soaked fingers inside of your mouth as your lips closed around them.

“mmh,” you moan.

“you taste good, huh?”

you nod, “think you can make me do that again? it felt s-so good ren’.”

“you don’t even have to ask. ima’ do that anyway,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss at your neck as he positioned himself above you. there wasn’t a single moment of clarity before he had you spread for him again— your legs on either side of your head as he gripped at your breasts. as eager as he was to finally feel you, he needed a moment to bask in all of your glory.

you were so beautiful like this — spread and open for him and only him to see. every time the two of you fucked, the only thing he could think about was how lucky he was to have you. it was more than just the amazing sex — it was like a sense of euphoria that couldn’t be achieved with anyone else but his pretty girl.

“eren, i need you, baby. please— fuck me.”

at first, eren had an intention of teasing you the whole night, but that idea quickly faded the moment he entered his cock into the warmth of your pussy. he stroked slowly, in and out at a gentle pace to get you use to the feeling of him splitting you open.

“ah— shit. you’re so tight. every fuckin’ time,” he grunts. everything around him seemed to be drowned out by your whimpers and whines. by now his strokes had picked up. the gold anklet on your foot hung by his ear as he pounded into you, his tip kissing at your plushy cervix.

it was a mix of pleasure and pain. the feeling of your pussy being filled to the brim with his length. he’d never fucked you like this before — like he needed you. just when you thought you couldn’t possibly fall more in love with him, he quickly debunked that theory.

“god— look at the way you’re squeezing me. you’re unbelievable. you like being fucked on camera, huh? give em’ a smile, slut.” he teases, his upper lip turning into a grin as he moved his hands to squeeze at your neck— your mouth producing strained moans from the back of your throat.

“eren, m-more please. i need you deeper. i wanna’ feel it here,” you say, hand moving down toward the pudge of your stomach. before you could say another word, eren pulled completely out of you. you groan from the empty void that was once stuffed full of him.

“nnngh— put it back. s-stop ren’.”

he chuckles at you, slapping his tip all over your clit before pushing your thighs all the way back onto your chest. now, he was directly on top of you, the weight of his body keeping you against the mattress. by the look on his face, he was determined and you knew this position all too well.

mating press. he was fucking you in a mating press.

this was a bit shocking. usually eren avoided this position, claiming that ‘it made him bust too quick’. but with the way you were sucking him in, he wanted nothing more than to paint your fluttering walls white.

“gonna’ take this dick for me right?” he asks, rubbing his tip against your cunt. you wrapped your arms around your knees to keep them against you as you nodded, eyebrows furrowed and lips formed into a cute little pout. eren’s cock twitched as he grabbed ahold of it in his hand, guiding himself in inch by inch until you were completely full.

“oh my fucking god— eren, shit! you exclaim, your moans were almost as loud as the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. his pace was slow, hard, but slow — just how you liked it. the feeling of his veiny cock sliding in and out of you was a feeling you’d never grow tired of.

“this what you wanted? hm, princess? who knew you w-were such a slut?” he asks, voice a bit shaky. you knew he was trying his hardest not to completely fall apart and he looked so good like this — sweat glistening on his skin, his man bun falling apart at the seams and small whimpers escaping his lips that he hoped you didn’t hear — so pretty. so yours.

“you feel so good around me. pussy’s a fuckin’ dream, y/n. i could stay here forever, baby,” he shakes in head in disbelief, eyes traveling down to look at the heaven between your legs. cream formed around the base of his dick and even then— he could feel you getting ready to coat it again.

“r-right there, eren. please, please, don’t stop.”

he hit the same spot over and over again while whispering a breathy, ‘right here?’ that’s when your eyes batted shut, the volcano in your tummy about to erupt— and eren felt it too, both of your orgasms approaching at the same time.

“shit baby, m’ gonna cum. can i cum in you? hm? make you my lil’ cum slut?” he grunts, pieces of his hair falling to to the front of his forehead, the built up sweat making it stick.

“yes! yes, yes, yes. i’m yours, please! fuck— cum in me eren. i wan’ it.”

with a few more thrusts, eren was there and so were you. his strokes became disorganized and his groans gradually got louder as he buried his head into your neck.

“m’ cumming’ y/n— fuck! baby, aah.”

the creamy sound of your cunt milking his cock was the only thing eren heard before he spilled into you. every grunt, moan and whimper filled your ears as you let your head fall back onto the pillow below you, eren still rocking into you to finish you both off. at this point you were too overstimulated to speak a word— your silence concerning him a bit as he came down from his his high, breathing hard while slipping out of you gently.

“was everything okay? i didn’t hurt you did i?” he asks, a look of worry plastered on his handsome face as he rises from the bed to grab his phone, pressing the red ‘end’ button on the screen.

oh right, you were recording.

“you were perfect ren’, like always,” you assure, your eyes slowly closing as you attempt to recover from the last few minutes. you could feel a small kiss on your cheek and a tap on your thigh before hearing the faint sound of your bath tub running. you could’ve sworn you’d fallen asleep until you felt the warmth of wash cloth being rubbed up and down your skin — eren wiping away the mess between your thighs.

“guess we gotta’ try something new more often?” he jokes.

you laugh and peck your boyfriends lips, “i guess we do.”

with that being said, you let your boyfriend scoop you into his arms, finishing the night off by carrying you bridal style to your awaited bath.

#eren x fem!reader #eren yeager smut #eren x black reader #eren x you #aot #i can’t get him out of my mind #saaturnowrites #snk eren #snk

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ok wait i need to hear more of your thoughts on peeta owning a bakery....

This is one of those rare times where I’m pretty sure this anon isn’t someone I know personally bc I’ve subjected anyone who will listen to my rant about the Peeta Bakery Headcanon. Anyway, you’re gonna regret asking this anon bc there are fucking Layers here.

I know this is probably a controversial take based on the number of fics where I’ve seen it, but I simply do not think that Peeta would open a commercial bakery after Mockingjay!! Like on a metatextual level, I don’t think it really fits with the point of the ending of the series. It actually sort of fascinates me that it’s just such a common headcanon because the ending of Mockingjay is exceedingly vague. I think that vagueness invites us, as readers, to imagine a better world post-revolution. A world where Katniss would feel confident that her children would be safe from injustice, where she’d feel confident that her children would never know want the way she did as a child. A just world. A kinder world. Can a capitalist society ever be just? Is a capitalist society where a disabled teenager has no other means to subsist himself (or feels like there’s no other way he can be a contributing member of his community) really the post-revolution world we dream of? Is that really the best we can imagine?

(This got so insanely long I’m adding a read more lmao)

I get that showing a better world is not always the point of post-mockingjay headcanons/fics. Like there are plenty of really great post-mockingjay fics I’ve seen where, yeah, part of the fic is that society like ISN’T all that different or all that much better. I’ve seen that really well done! Hell, I’ve written them myself! It’s easy to imagine how a lot of aspects of society would not get an overhaul, a lot of the same structural inequalities would continue to exist. One headcanon that really stuck with me (I can’t remember which fic it was from) was that Peeta sells basically mail order baked goods to people on the Capitol, sending them iced cakes and pastries by train, because there are still people who were “fans” of theirs during the Games. And idk this doesn’t actually have much to do with my point lol but I liked it because it’s kind of fucked up and like! Yeah! It makes sense! If he needed money that would be a good way to make it! War often makes people rich, often for horrible reasons, and often it’s people who already have capital in the first place.

Anyway, more about the hypothetical bakery because alright. I bring up the fact that “yeah society not being all that different post-revolution and still being an unjust capitalist hellscape” could be a reason why Peeta re-opens a bakery because that’s actually never the types of fics where I see the bakery headcanon. Fics where Peeta opens a bakery are usually trying to make the exact opposite point. Like. Things are getting better, now he can open a bakery! Look at how much better the world is now, plus he’s got a bakery! Peeta is healing, that’s why he can open a bakery now! And I am so, so sorry to inform everyone who’s never had the grave misfortune of owning a family business, but there is truly nothing further from the truth lmao. Like just putting aside the immense amount of emotional baggage that Peeta has about his family, running a small business is an insane amount of work in any context and being a baker especially is physically grueling and involves early hours (and long hours) that aren’t really the best fit with the multiple ways that Peeta is disabled now. (I could go into this more because I have a lot of thoughts. But I will spare you.). I also think it’s seen throughout the books that Peeta is someone who needs time to pursue creative outlets to process his feelings and someone who values leisure and values quality time with his loved ones. And having grown up in his family’s bakery, I think he’d understand the reality that running a bakery wouldn’t leave much space of those pursuits and wouldn’t leave much space for him to have the things that keep him healthy and stable. I think he’d know that the way he is now— after two Games and the war and unspeakable torture at the hands of a dictator—isn’t compatible with the lifestyle necessary for running a commercial bakery.

And tbh with that in mind, I don’t think he’d push himself to re-open a business (one that would be a constant reminder of his dead family and his complicated relationships with them that got no closure) that would require him to sacrifice his physical and emotional well-being. Like I think he might look into the possibility, I think he might even start trying to open a bakery out of a sense of obligation/duty, maybe harboring some idea that this is who he was supposed to be, who he would've been without the Games, or that it’s this last piece of his family that can live on, or that it’s this last connection to his family so he can’t let it die too. But ultimately, I think any attempt to open a bakery wouldn’t get very far. Maybe he'd start wading into the logistical nightmare that is small business ownership and realize it's not for him (because it's probably also true that as much as him and his brothers were involved in the business, there's almost certainly parts they weren't involved with and didn't see, i.e., filing taxes). Or maybe looking into opening a bakery— how triggering it is, the stress of it— causes a downward spiral. Maybe he hates how much he's worrying everyone by unraveling. Maybe having a breakdown from the stress of just trying to open a bakery makes him realize, yeah, maybe in another life he would have ran his family’s bakery but the way he is now just doesn’t work with running a bakery, not without great sacrifices he's not willing to make. I just can’t see a bakery coming to fruition.

I know a lot of fics include Peeta deciding to reopen a bakery as a big step in his healing or include him rebuilding a bakery as part of his healing process but honestly, I think the opposite would be more true: I think Peeta either trying/failing to open a bakery or ultimately deciding not to open a bakery would be hugely healing for him. I think it would be a huge part of him accepting the way he is now as a person, his new limitations but also his strengths. I think it would be a huge part of him accepting the way his life his now and accepting that he likes his life the way it is, that he’s satisfied with his life without needing to own a bakery. I think it would be an important part of him coming to terms with the loss of his family. I think he knows he can never have things back as they were and I don’t think he would try to recreate them, especially because his family’s legacy isn’t a business. I think he’s emotionally intelligent enough and self reflective enough to realize that what mattered to him about the bakery— taking care of others by feeding them, being integrated into his community and being actively involved in it, brightening people’s days with delightful things whether that’s beautiful cakes or hearty food or delicious treats— and the things he learned from his family through the bakery, are things that he can carry on in other meaningful ways.

(Do you regret sending this ask yet, anon? Because if not, you will soon. I’m not done yet. There’s more.)

I wasn’t really sure where to put this next part in what is rapidly becoming an essay because it sort of combines the points about like “what do we imagine a post-mockingjay society to look like” with the practical difficulties of starting this bakery but here’s another thing: do people really think that the Mellarks owned the land the bakery was on?? Like, sure, the merchants are the petit bourgeois of Twelve but I still don’t imagine they really own anything. In a society where houses are assigned to people upon marriage, where property ownership and capital are so closely interconnected with citizenship (as shown by the Plinths who, by having immense capital, are able to leave their District and become citizens of the Capitol) do people really think the Mellarks would be allowed to own the land their bakery is on?? I always imagined it sort of like a tenant farming situation: the Capitol gives them the raw materials for the bakery and in return the bakery give them some absurdly high portion of their profits, or the Capitol sells them a year’s supply of raw materials at a premium on credit and at the end of the year the Mellarks have to use the money they made with those materials to pay it back, except it’s never enough to turn a profit so they always have to buy next year’s materials on credit and the cycle continues.

We (understandably) get a really skewed view of the merchant class through Katniss’s perspective so I can see why people come to the conclusion that his family owned the property and, as the last surviving member, he would’ve inherited it. I’ve seen the inheritance thing in fics a lot or a hand wavey “well Twelve was decimated to no one owns anything anymore so it can be his” or even like an almost sort of reparations type situation where he’s entitled to the land as a surviving refugee of Twelve. But I don’t know. I guess I don’t think it fits with everything else we know about Panem that the Mellarks would’ve owned that land and I think the question of whether the government would’ve let him take ownership of the land post-revolution brings up a lot of issues about the structure of society post-Mockingjay that I find more interesting to explore in other ways, especially when, from an emotional perspective, 1) I find the idea of Peeta not opening a bakery more compelling and 2) I don’t think it really fits his character arc by the end of Mockingjay to reopen a bakery, as I went on about at length above lol.

On the flip side: literally who cares!! Do whatever you want!! Headcanon whatever you want!! I get why people go for the bakery!! It’s fun, it’s wholesome, it’s a built in bakery AU that isn’t even an AU. It doesn’t matter if it’s practical or realistic!! It doesn’t need to be practical or realistic!! It’s fanfic of a dystopian YA series!! My unfortunate affliction is that I grew up in a family that owned a restaurant and that I have multiple degrees in the social sciences so I can’t see the bakery without being like “What about the overheard? What about the start up costs? Who’s spending long nights balancing the books? Is Peeta covering shifts when an employee calls in sick? Is Peeta the sole person working there until the bakery is open long enough (often a year or more) to start turning a profit? How does that sleep schedule work with his nightmares? How does that work with Katniss’s nightmares? What happens when he has an episode and suddenly needs to take the day off before he has any employees? Does the bakery just remain closed for the day? Can the profit margins withstand regular unexpected closures? Can the supplies withstand regular unexpected closures?” And if the answer is “Elliott none of those things matter he’s not doing the bakery because he needs the money but because he wants to”, then my question is why does he want to? Does he not get the same sort of satisfaction out of feeding his loved ones? Doesn’t Peeta seem like someone who would rather give away baked goods than sell them?? Doesn’t Peeta seem like someone who would prefer to make cakes for people’s special occasions upon and then when they insist on paying him for it, he only lets them “pay for the ingredients” which actually cost significantly more than he says they did??

So yeah my point is that it’s a matter of personal taste! It doesn’t fit the way I see the series but that doesn’t mean it’s like wrong, I’m not an authority on Peeta lmao.

It’s also a matter of personal taste in the sense that I find the themes that most resonate with me at the end of Mockingjay (and the end of Peeta’s arc specifically) more interesting to explore in other ways. Grief, living with loss, relearning yourself, finding hope, figuring out your place in a dramatically different world when you don’t even know who you are anymore, healing, building a new life after such complete and total destruction of your old life— those are all things I find compelling about the end of Mockingjay but for me the bakery isn’t the most compelling way to explore them.

Not to say I find the concept of the bakery totally uninteresting. I have this fic about Johanna that I’ll probably never finish where the point sort of is that, yeah, her life really isn’t all that much better after the war. It’s been years at this point and she’s still miserable and she doesn’t know how to be a person but by the end she’s trying to figure it out. And towards the end, Peeta tells her that he’s spent years sort of passively, half-heartedly trying to figure out how to inherit the land his family’s bakery was on, only to find out it was never theirs in the first place. They’d been renting it the whole time and he’d never even known as a kid. So he sort of passively, half-heartedly went on another wild goose chase to find the owner and now, finally, after years of writing to various government agencies and being sent in circles and things being barely functional, he’s managed to track down the owner. Now it’s owned by the daughter of the man who owned it when he was a kid because the original owner (who was likely up to some sketchy war crime shit) died during the war and she inherited it (the irony…). He got in contact with her and asked how much it would take for her to sell it and she told him she’s not interested in selling but in light of the situation, in light of the fact that he’d have to build a new building in order to operate a bakery, that she’d cut him a deal— she’d only require 50% of the bakery’s profits as rent instead of the 80% his family used to pay. And of course Johanna is outraged, that’s not right, the owner shouldn’t be allowed to do that, they should do something about it, they should fight back. And Peeta is like. Not interested. He was actually sort of relieved that opening wasn’t very feasible. Getting the answer was a lightbulb moment where he saw that over the years of trying to look into this, he’s built a life that he likes— one where he’s stable, where his loved ones are stable, where he’s cared for and can care for others— and he doesn’t really want to change it drastically by opening a bakery anyway. He just needed an answer, one way or another, before he could get some closure and move on. (And the point of the conversation is Johanna is having her own lightbulb moment that it’s okay to move on, it’s okay to change, it’s not a betrayal of the people and things she’s lost but that’s not my point here!!).

But anyway. That’s obviously not about running the bakery— it’s about the choice to not run one.

Anyway!! Anyway… are you satisfied anon? Is this what you wanted?

Lastly, here is my most important qualm with the bakery headcanon: must Peeta be gainfully employed? Is it not enough for him to be Katniss’s boytoy? Can’t he just paint and garden and bake and hang out with his girlfriend all day? Is that really too much to ask?

#peeta mellark #thg #the hunger games #the hunger games meta #anyway wow this got so long and I literally read it through one (1) time so uhhh sorry if this makes no sense!!#as I was doing my one read through and realized that one of my other thoughts on this is that yeah I can much more easily see the #headcanon that peeta like sells baked goods (probably at cost with no profit) out of his kitchen because that’s much more flexible #and I think that would work a lot better with what like I guess I’d call his psychiatric disability post mockingjay #and how he’d certainly want to take care of Katniss too #like that sort of flexibility makes a lot more sense for him and it’s like. if he doesn’t bake for a few days or however long then it’s fin #it’s not a formal brick and mortar business #it’s just something he’s doing because it’s a way to be involved with people and a way to do something he’s passionate about #without there being waste and while covering some of the costs #and he doesn’t have to like keep books or do payroll or any of the things I can’t see him being very passionate about #as far as like bakery management goes Lmao he can just bake!!#but then I started getting into this whole thing about how that quote-unquote ‘running a business’ like that (informally from your house)#is actually a really common practice for people living in poverty so probably something that Katniss and peeta would’ve been familiar wirh #anyway and then this whole rant about how the emphasis on the brick and mortar bakery often goes hand in hand with #this widespread fandom thing of having a fundamental misunderstanding of how rural poverty works and what it looks like #but then I was too deep into it and said you know what? never mind! and deleted it lmao

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