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Sometimes less is more, and you knew that was also applied to the practices of Titan Scare's haunted attractions. Sure, dead leaves accumulated by the house's entrance, but Mr. Pyxis never asked you to sweep—and god forbid you ever try to dust the lamps and sconces by the back door. He claimed the messiness created authenticity, and attributed it to his success.

At the end of every night, closers scanned the area a few times over for stragglers, and made sure every animatronic and AV set up were unplugged or switched off. While the rest of the cast went home, you and your randomly assigned coworkers of the night made your rounds, occasionally buzzing in on walkie talkies hidden on your person.

"Living room, clear." "Basement, clear."

It was an eerie job in the right headspace— especially when you were tired, worn out, muscles aching and voice nearly gone after a full week of scaring.

"Foyer, clear," you mumbled.

You took up a new role this season, as the sacrificial lamb. You had discarded your bloody mask and half-tied ropes at your station as you walked around the mansion with a flashlight, in your frilly white garb, with lamb ears pinned in your hair.

"Downstairs bathroom's a fucking mess, but clear." "Front yard is clear."

You were so used to the sounds of hysterical laughs and groans, screams of delight and terror as guests and actors moved through the space. You found it was much more eerie in stillness, with nothing but faint wind outside the window, creaking of the floorboards and occasional radio static. The natural darkness and flickering shadows were chilling in comparison to the colorful LEDs that guided the eye towards Pyxis' "titan terrors."

"Yeager?" "Yeah, sorry. Kitchen clear." "Alright… Start your second checks and switch floors."

You grinned stupidly at the interaction—at Eren's forgetfulness and biting tone, at Jean's agitation and responsibility as shift lead.

You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but the two were starting to become your favorite coworkers. Of course, you loved Sasha for helping you get the haunted house gig, but you selfishly enjoyed the attention that both men gave you—the banter in and out of costume, accompanying you on the dreadful trek from the dressing rooms to your cars, all parked far down the road to help with the illusion.

You wondered how random the closing schedule actually was.

"Foyer's good." "Bedrooms one and two are clear."

Your heart fluttered involuntarily as you thought of them both, somewhere in dark, likely half-dressed and tired as well. You liked Eren much better in last season's werewolf attire, but he seemed more comfortable and in his element in a new mummy get up— you thought groans were hotter than howls anyway. Jean made for a dashing vampire, the charisma and brooding came naturally to him, you wouldn't mind offering your neck for—damn, focus.

"Great job, guys. Third check, clock out when you're done."

You hummed under your breath as you headed to your last location, gripping the railing as you descended the stairs to the basement. The heavy door creaked shut behind you, and you swept your flashlight across the area, eyes flicking across all nooks and crannies where any mischievous teenager or lost child may be lurking.

You reached the last step and almost screamed when you bumped into a body at the bottom of the stairs, and he quickly covered your mouth to muffle the sound. Your walkie crashed onto the floor, and the flashlight clattered to your feet, a beam of light shooting upwards and illuminating the space.

"Asshole!" You hissed as Eren pulled away, tufts of dark hair peeking out from his wraps. You straightened up as you waited for your heart to slow, shoving him, blushing.

"C'mon, it was a little funny.” He leaned on the railing, partially blocking your exit. His body language was open and inviting, and both your walkies crackled as the others went about their night.

"Living room, clear." "Front yard's good."

"You alright, little lamb?" Eren teased.

You tugged at your ears self consciously, cheeks burning in the dark.

"You have too much fun with this."

"Yeah, well…" His wraps were loose around his waist, to make room for how he fashioned his gory mask around the belt loops of his jeans. "We could have more."

….

"Yeager, status. I shouldn't have to ask twice."

"Foyer, clear," Eren said evenly.

He had found a prop chair that actually served its purpose.

You were both settled atop the old wooden thing as you kissed him urgently, abandoning all rational thinking—you savoured him, his tongue brushing against yours and teeth clashing. Loose fabric hung around your legs as he teased you through your panties, the cotton quickly dampening with every touch.

You clawed at his remaining bandages, his broad chest warm under you. He had eagerly helped you out of your costume, and ripped apart your cheap, bloodied tights, creating an opening between your thighs.

Eren grasped at the skin spilling from the tear, panting and biting your lips.

"You're—gonna get us in trouble," he murmured against your mouth.

"You started it." You whimpered as his fingers finally reached under your last clothing layer.

He laughed, and the sound sent a shot of heat straight to your core. Eren never imagined you'd both act so extremely under desperation and impulse. His head spun at how you practically threw yourself at him, how your folds opened up against his fingertips.

God, you wanted to bury your face in his chest and his cock inside you, but the risk…

Every footstep above reminded you of the place, the time, the urgency—yet you wanted more and more to satisfy yourself. You were aching for his cock, shamelessly, selfishly, even as Eren's digits slid against your swollen clit.

"Fuck, you're wet…" He dipped his middle finger inside you, and stroked you as he watched you quiver. "Rub that pussy on me, good girl... You're so needy, aren't you?"

He reached for a walkie and held it up to your cheek, finger lingering on the button.

"C'mon, tell them what you need to."

….

Jean had noticed two missing radios as he was locking up. He did the courtesy of waiting a few minutes, but once he did a mental headcount, agitation and jealousy got the better of him. He tossed aside his cloak, discarded his dumb, plastic fangs, and ran a hand through his hair, tousling it and undoing the neat, slicked back form.

He grinded his teeth as he checked the house yet another time, opening and closing doors, checking corners and closets.

He grumbled as he noticed your abandoned prop in the foyer—a few feet of rope, painted and stained. He wound it tightly around his hand as he opened the basement door.

Jean's breath hitched. He had a perfect view, even from the top of the steps—-your legs were spread, your back against Eren's chest as his cock moved in and out of you. The mummy had stuffed one of your many pentagram necklaces—the one bearing the biggest charm—-into your mouth to silence you, and your hips bucked as you locked eyes.

…

Stubble peppered his chin, hair curled at the nape of his neck—fuck, Jean was so striking in his pinstripe suit. Your throat tightened as he descended the stairs, his expression unreadable. You thought Eren would stop, or do something—but he was too lost in his own pleasure, frantic now more than ever, as if Jean were about to take away his favorite toy.

You spit out the necklace and the metal charm swung against your chest. Fuck, Eren was so big, so snug inside you.. so good.. in and out, in, and out— every movement as Jean approached you set your nerves on fire.

"Jean, I'mss—so, sorry," You slurred. A tent was forming in his pants and you couldn't help but stare. Cum leaked down your thigh, you couldn't help the desire building in your core, at his hungry expression rather than a disgusted one.

"Are you?” Jean couldn't tear his eyes away from your tits, bouncing in mesmerizing circles. "I guess I should've known. You're a terrible flirt."

Eren's fingers dug into your waist as he helped you move on his length, your pussy lips clinging to him as he stretched you out, your eyes rolling back with every thrust.

"Messy, messy.." Jean tutted. His soft tone was sickly sweet, and he slid his finger into your mouth. "You seem frightened… Do you like that?"

Your cheeks burned, electricity shooting between your legs at his vulgar question.

"Oh, clearly. Look at her." Eren guided a hand under your chin, lifting it up to expose your neck.

The tip of Jean's nose trailed down to your collarbone as he inhaled your subtle scent.

You let out a soft whine as you felt Eren's pace quicken. Jean's breath was hot on your skin; he palmed your tits, cupping them as his teeth grazed your neck. He soon followed with plenty of gentle kisses where he'd made contact, repeating the process, sucking and gently biting you.

"Do you like your lot, little lamb?" He said impatiently. He ran his thumbs over your breasts, tweaking your nipples.

"Y-yeah, oh—fuck.. I-I like it, yes..."

Both men laughed quietly, and your pussy spasmed around Eren's cock in reply. You reached for Jean, mashing your lips into his as you helped him undo his pants.

Fear and thrill heightened every sensation in your body. Your pleasure was endless, and Jean’s low voice and menacing look made you impossibly wet.

"So eager,” Jean said in a half whisper, his cock stiff at your desperation. He stroked himself as he watched you get fucked—-and as much as he despised him, he almost admired how Eren manhandled you, how he had spanked your ass raw, and nearly got away with it. "You better share, if you wanna stay out of trouble," he mumbled vaguely to his companion, and Eren only grunted in reply.

.…

Your mouth watered as you knelt before them. Your hand wandered between your thighs, and you teased your soft clit as you stuck out your tongue, opening wide for your favorite boys.

"Fuck.. Look at you." Jean stroked himself, his sharp jaw flexing as he groaned, lips parted. His eyes burned into you, his thumb square on your forehead as he gripped your skull with one hand, watching you take him into your mouth.

You stroked Eren as you swirled your tongue around Jean's tip, swallowing his salty precum. Your clit pulsed as you passed the two cocks between you, trading one for another, drool running down your chin. You wanted to choke on Jean until you couldn't breathe, right as you tugged at Eren's shaft, moans muffled and bleary eyed.

You moaned, doing your best to play with them both, wonderfully overwhelmed. You supposed this was the closest they'd have to getting along—helping themselves to you, two thick cocks sliding around in your mouth, fighting for space, for friction, for dominance. You whimpered, eyelids fluttering—you needed more, so much more. You were rubbing yourself frantically, wet and swollen.

Jean unsheathed himself, and moved behind you to prop you up, positioning your ass higher and closer to him.

"Just keep suckin' him off," he murmured, caressing your round ass and smacking it, prying your cheeks apart, eyeing your bare pussy, teasing it with his thumb.

Eren had wrapped your hair around his fist and nudged his cock to the back of your throat, coaxing sloppy, squelching noises with every thrust.

"Takin' it so good…" Eren's cock twitched in your mouth and you shuddered, pleased.

"She's a premium slut," Jean agreed. He spit on you unceremoniously, and you gasped at the slick sensation at your opening—-thank god. He slid his tip against you, teasing your folds as you choked.

You ached to be fucked silly ever since Eren withdrew from you earlier. He filled your cheeks, kissed the back of your throat as you struggled to breathe. He whispered sweet praises, barely audible against your own whimpers as Jean began to fuck you, rutting into you as your cunt stretched around him, swallowing more of his impressive length. He snapped his hips forward and you whined at how deliciously he filled you. You wriggled under him as your hips bucked wildly—two cocks felt so good—-and Jean frowned, holding your wrists down.

"Aren't sacrifices usually restrained?" Eren said lazily, pulling away.

Your prop rope was within arms reach, illuminated by your abandoned flashlight. He tossed it over and Jean caught it with one hand.

"Oh, absolutely." He grinned.

Eren stroked his cock, caressing your face as Jean wrangled you, the former tying your wrists, your ankles, and elbows.

"Fuck.." Eren's cock twitched as you gazed up at him with watery eyes, your tongue out, aching for more. "You're so fun to share.. so pretty, fuckable.. Gotta do this every night.. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Ah…" Your eyebrows pinched together as you nodded enthusiastically, and Eren kissed you, satisfying your pretty mouth. You shivered as Jean positioned you, and his hands roamed your ass again. His palm came down with a swift smack, the stinging felt wonderful. He was quick to return to his place, he missed your warmth, your tight walls.

There was nothing holding you back, and nothing between you. Jean was fucking you raw, coated in your slick, bullying his cock inside you. You cried and moaned, buzzing with pleasure and soaking wet. You adored being between the two men, blushing and cumming at the thought of being a hole for them both to use. The thought made your hips buck and you whined as Eren gripped the back of your head, returning to facefuck you. Jean's balls tapped against your clit as he slammed against your ass, sparks flying behind your eyes at the contact.

Your pussy made obscene sounds as you took Jean's fat cock, and Eren wanted his own time with you, to feel your warmth around him again.

"Said you’d share—" Eren growled, aching with a strange mixture of jealousy and pride.

He started it, damn right. He wanted to finish you too.

His fantasy seemed to be a common goal—-it took some maneuvering, some patient kisses, and warming you up again with gentle touches and light smacks in all the perfect places.

Jean gripped himself at the base of his dick as he pumped into you, your ankles in the air, ass spread and wedged between them. Eren laid behind you, and used all the cum that dripped down from your mess to tease your smaller, tighter hole, stuttering against his tip, and every movement created ecstasy.

"Don't fucking stop," you whined, gasping as you were slowly penetrated by them both, vulnerable and on display.

Jean had plenty of hickeys to leave on your breasts, and Eren adored how your asshole sucked him in a little more with each stroke. He reached around to rub your clit, slowly, his touch barely there, as even the slightest contact would make your back arch and writhe.

"Two cocks, is that all it takes to get you to listen?" Jean chuckled. "I never imagined you'd make up your mind. You just want it all, don't you?" He held your ankles up, showing your ass off and inspecting it like it were a cut of meat. He spanked you, watching his handprints form on your skin, and his cock twitched as cum ran down your thighs. Your ass stuttered around Eren's cock as he bullied another inch inside, and another, a growl rippling from his throat.

"F-fuck her cunt," Eren said, voice tight. "I can—feel her, f-feelin' it..." He groaned as Jean sheathed himself inside you again, and your body responded immediately. You twitched, pussy stuttering around him, and you drooled from both ends. Moans escaped your lips alongside endless rambles, senseless words of devotion and adoration.

You never knew you could be so desperate, so cock-drunk and shameless. Fuck, you'd take another dick right now if you could. You loved being used, praised, fawned over, all at once. You wanted them to do whatever they liked to you. You hoped that's what a good sacrifice would do.

Once Eren had picked up his phone and shot you a questioning look, you almost came at the mere suggestion.

"Yes—please, fuck yes.."

You'd never felt so pretty and well cared for until Jean and Eren both stroked you, fucked you, spat and smacked you with their camera lights shining in your face. Your tits became squished into the pavement as they bent you over, and you worshiped their cocks with all you had—and eventually, Jean cut your wrists free.

You spread your cheeks for whoever parked himself behind you, offered your tits for the lucky man that wanted to visit your throat, to make you taste yourself. It didn't matter, and mattered all the same. You've been wanting to get to know more of Jean and Eren outside of work for a long time. You were delighted to save the new memory with some of your own footage, of Eren's tongue in your cunt and Jean's lips around your nipples, hands groping your body, rewarding you for doing so well.