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Sasha, Jean and Eren playing “In Silence” on stream while voice sensitive feature is on: Eren, quietly: ᴼᵏᵃʸ ˢᵒ ᴵ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏᵉʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵈᵒᵒʳˢ Jean, slightly louder: bᵣᵢₙg ᵢₜ ₒᵥₑᵣ ₕₑᵣₑ ₜₕₑₙ yₐ dᵢₚₛₕᵢₜ, ᵢ ₐₗₛₒ fₒᵤₙd ₐ ₙₒₜₑ yₒᵤ gᵤ₋ Sasha: 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺! Jean: ₛₐₛₕₐ! ₍ᵢₙₜₑₙₛₑ ₗₐᵤgₕᵢₙg₎ wₑ wₑᵣₑ ₛᵤₚₚₒₛₑd ₜₒ bₑ qᵤᵢₑₜ! Eren: *losing his shit* Eren: ₒₕ fᵤcₖ! ᴏʜ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ!- Sasha: 𝑜𝐻- Jean: ｏｈ ｇＯｄ－ and then they all end up dying because the monster found them

Devour - Eren

(Eren x Reader) - Word Count: 2.1k

Creature: a person who eats the flesh of other human beings

Warnings: Dry Humping, Descriptions of Blood

Extra Notes: Happy Halloween, everyone! Ending Whore-O-Ween strong with some Eren smut!

You didn’t like trusting Tinder as a way of meeting people you’d want to keep in your life for longer than a week. You made sure to only use the app as a way of finding hookups, hangouts, and one night stands - so finding Eren was the least of your desires and now the worst yet best thing to happen to you.

Eren is everything you’ve ever imagined yourself wanting in a boyfriend. He’s always making you laugh until your sides hurt and this strange noise comes out of your mouth - it sounds oddly similar to a car trying its hardest to start up, but ultimately failing. And, Eren is the sweetest boy you’ve ever met in your entire life, he always gets you flowers for your dates and he manages to cheer you up no matter how bad of a day you have had.

Eren’s presence itself automatically mends your broken moods, so after a horrible day at work, you found yourself subconsciously driving towards his house. He lives in the middle of the woods - which was definitely something you had to get used to after seeing it for the first time - and despite its creepiness, his house is beautiful. A simple log cabin surrounded by looming trees and the sounds of croaking owls.

You’ve always felt safer inside of his house rather than outside, never knowing what lies in the thick shadows around the trunks of the surrounding trees. Once you were out of your car, you eyed the darkness suspiciously, wanting to make lurking creatures uncomfortable before making your way towards the door. You thought if you were a monster that maybe you wouldn’t want to attack somebody who has made direct eye contact with you, so you made sure to make direct eye contact with every monster that could be around.

You knocked three times on the door, a specific tune that Eren now associates with you. He opened the door not even thirty seconds after your knocks, and surprisingly with a large grin on his face. You hadn’t warned him you were on your way here, so for him to be smiling despite that was unexpected.

“Hi,” Eren said shortly, “What are you doing here?”

You returned Eren’s smile, “Just thought I’d stop by.”

Eren was wearing an old flowery apron over his jeans and t-shirt, and his hair was back in a bun to keep the long hair out of his face. You assumed the boy was most likely cooking, considering he was normally doing that or butchering animals he had hunted earlier in the week. There was no blood on his apron, and only a large cutting knife dangling in his fingers, so assuming he was cooking was your best bet.

You glanced at the knife and then met his eye again, “Whatcha’ cookin?”

“Dinner,” Eren answered flatly, “And I would’ve made more if I knew you were coming over - at least a text is always nice.” You rolled your eyes at him, giggling to yourself. “But, it’s nice to see you again, especially after the other night.”

You pushed at Eren’s shoulder, “Shut up.” You suddenly remembered the dark woods behind you, and gave the trees one last glance before turning back to Eren. “And, let me inside already, you know how I don’t like these woods.”

“What’s not to like?” Eren let you past him, but he walked onto his front porch instead, taking your place in the darkness. “There’s nothing scary out here!” Eren turned to you with a wicked look in his eyes. “And even if there were scary things out here, they’d all fear me more.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Eren’s behavior scared you. You knew he had a God Complex, but sometimes he spoke and didn’t sound like himself. It was as if he were becoming another person right in front of your eyes, shedding his skin as a human and instead deciding he wanted to be more.

“Shut up and come inside,” Your voice came out weak, fear leaking its way into your words.

Eren grinned mischievously at you, “I mean, if you say so.” You tried hard not to laugh at his dirty comment, and you felt betrayed by the small giggle that came from your throat. He thought of the laugh as a win, and laughed with you. “There’s that smile I love.”

Eren left his apron in the kitchen and joined you in his bedroom after some cleaning up. You had offered your help, but he was persistent in denying your request. He instead walked you to the bedroom door, and shut it behind you once you were sitting on the bed. You could only hear the clanking of dishes being dropped and frantically thrown about the kitchen. It sounded like Eren needed your help, but you stayed sitting on the bed.

You waited quietly for his return; scrolling through your phone, counting the posters on his walls, turning on his radio and listening intently to the words of the songs that came on. It felt like Eren was cleaning his kitchen for nearly an hour before the door opened and he had reappeared. He looked tired, his eyes blinking slowly and his shoulders slumped forward with exhaustion.

“Come here,” You said with a taunting smile on your face, “You look like that kitchen kicked your ass.”

Eren giggled lightly, “It did, I am tapping out.” He fell onto the bed beside you, lying face down in the pillows behind your back. You looked over your shoulder at Eren, watching as he groaned into the soft pillowcases. “I am going to sleep, cuddle with me now.”

“So demanding.” You shifted and laid down beside Eren, pressing your body into his own. He felt warm against you, his chest gently rising and falling, rubbing against your side.

Eren moved closer to you, now turning so he was facing you and not the inside of the pillows. He leaned his head against your shoulder, throwing his arm over your chest to pull you in as close as humanly possible. You felt as he breathed in your smell, groaning lightly with every sniff - the idea of Eren liking your scent made you feel light inside, you hoped he sniffed his bedsheets when you left his house, wishing you had stayed.

Eren not so slyly put his hand under your shirt, feeling his way across your stomach and to your chest. His fingers were calloused and left a scratchy trail along your skin as he touched you. His hand gently cupped around your tit, and he smiled lightly to himself.

You raised your eyebrows at Eren, “‘You having fun?”

“Yeah, I’m having a lot of fun.” Eren glanced at you for a second, a newfound energy in his eyes. You assumed he probably wasn’t so tired from cleaning the kitchen anymore, he seemed to be wide awake now. “We could have more fun though, if you wanted.”

Of course you wanted to, you always wanted to.

Eren tilted his head back to you, and you landed your lips onto his. He leaned into your kiss, pressing his lips closer to yours, leaving the slightest bruise on your mouth. Your mouth opened slightly for him, and he pushed his tongue in, licking the roof of your mouth behind your front teeth. He was the best kisser you had ever had the privilege of kissing before, even his soft pecks made you desperately lean in for more.

Eren was pulling you on top of him in a swift move of his arms. You straddled his hips, sitting down on top of him and feeling his hardness underneath you. You rubbed yourself against him, loving the way his body felt against your clit. Eren’s hands moved their way from your hips to your back and he pulled you in for another kiss.

As you kissed Eren back, you moved your hips against him, breathing into his mouth with every touch. You could feel him squirming underneath you as well, bringing his hips up to meet the sensitive spot between your legs. You liked that he was using your body to feel good, the same way you were using his body.

You moved your lips down to his neck and as a thank you, Eren did something he knew you enjoy - he curled his fingers around your head, tightening his grip on your hair. You moaned when he pulled your hair slightly, and you felt him giggle into your mouth from your reaction. He pulled back from your lips, freeing his mouth enough to whisper into your ear.

“Do you like that, baby?” Eren whispered, kissing his way back down to your mouth.

You nodded, “Mhm.” You didn’t want to speak too much with him, only wanting to focus on the euphoric feeling between your legs. You never knew how much you missed Eren’s body until he was inside of you, or even just rubbing against you.

Eren slid his hands back under your shirt, quickly moving his fingers to your chest. He cupped your breasts, using his palms to rub your nipples. The feeling went straight to your clit, making you moan into his mouth with every movement of his hands and hips. You felt so overwhelmed by his body, a tightness forming in your lower abdomen.

“Don’t stop, please,” You whispered into Eren’s neck.

He fulfilled your request, he continued to touch you exactly as he was. He moved you back to the sitting position so he could have a better grip on your chest. You rode him, rubbing yourself on his body until that tightness had gone away and a seizing feeling took over your whole body. You felt complete satisfaction in every inch of your body, down to your feet and especially in between your hips which throbbed with pleasure.

You leaned back down to Eren’s lips, kissing him gently as a thank you for the exhilarating feeling he gave you. You kissed your way from his lips to his ear, and whispered to him gently.

“Now it’s your turn.” You brought your hand down to his hips, pushing your hand under his sweatpants when you were suddenly interrupted by a ringing.

Eren moved away from you, heading to the end of the bed, “Oh, pizza’s here. We’ll finish this after we eat, okay love?”

“Oh okay,” Your tone sounded slightly deflated, you had to admit you were a little annoyed by the timing of the pizza man and you were excited to make Eren feel good as well. But, he said you’d finish this after dinner, at least the moment wouldn’t end here.

Eren out of his bedroom and towards the front door. While he was gone, you walked towards his kitchen, wanting to get plates and water ready for the both of you. You filled two glasses as he talked with the delivery man, making new friends was Eren’s strong suit. You opened the freezer, hoping to find ice and instead finding some questionable containers.

You set the cups down, eyeing the containers suspiciously. You were sure they were meat of some kind; pig, cow, turkey even, it’s not like Eren ever admitted to being a vegetarian. But, the meat didn’t look right, the containers were filled with thick, dark red liquid and it sloshed around when you pulled it out of the freezer.

You brought the container close to your face, furrowing your eyebrows as you tried to search your entire mind for some answer to this question. Maybe Eren illegally hunted in the woods behind his house, that would explain why the meat looked so unprofessional. But, one thing you couldn’t wrap your head around was why Eren would name the animals he killed.

Written in large black letters was the name MELINDA on the lid of the plastic container. You hoped more than anything that Eren had just named a pig after his ex-girlfriend, but you had a sickening feeling in your stomach that told you that was wrong. You knew what kind of meat this was even if you refused to admit it.

You swallowed the feeling of wanting to throw up, when you quickly put Melinda back in the freezer. You grabbed the water glasses and turned around, wanting to place the drinks on the dining table before Eren made his return, but he had already returned. He stood in the doorway of his kitchen, looking at you as he shook his head, sighing with his words.

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t snoop around like the others,” Eren said disappointedly.

The cups dropped from your hands in fear, the glass exploded on the kitchen floor as the water created a large puddle on the tile. Your breaths felt far away, as if you were only breathing through a small straw. You put your hands up in defeat, trying to calm down the boy in front of you.

“Eren, baby,” You said cautiously, “Let’s talk about this before we act irrationally?”

Eren raised an eyebrow at you, “Yeah, let’s do that.”

The Vampire

(Eren x Reader) - Word Count: 3.9k

Creature: a corpse supposed, in European folklore, to leave its grave at night to drink the blood of the living by biting their necks with long pointed canine teeth.

Warnings: Slight Powerplay, Unprotected Sex, (Kind of) Public Sex, Blood Kink

Quick Summary: a night at a new, popular, and mysterious nightclub opens your eyes and makes you a permanent member.

Extra Notes: Happy Halloween, everybody! I had so much fun writing for every day this week and I hope to do this next year as well! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! And I hope you had a super spooky day!

Just a few minutes outside of the nightclub was enough to make you want to down another shot. You were already dazed from six celebratory shots back at the apartment, but you could still notice that something about this place was off. You just couldn’t ignore the cold air, the cold bodies, and the cold glares you got upon joining the line - drinking until you could hardly remember which dress you were wearing was the only way to feel better in a place like this, around people like these.

The nightclub had just opened up a month or two ago. It was right in town, in the center of the city’s college scene, and attracted a specific type of people. You had driven by this place more times than you could count, and every time you saw the people entering, they were decked out in blacks, laces, and sometimes even dark red scarves around their necks.

The place was always dark as well, from the black exterior to the lack of a neon sign on the outside, and even a lack of windows as well. The nightclub didn’t even need much of an advertising campaign, it always had lines of people waiting to get inside - even the night that you decided to show up along with your roommate, Mikasa.

You didn’t understand why you were waiting in line when you had been invited here tonight. You had been sitting in your normal Tuesday afternoon class when your classmate, Jean, had asked you about your weekend plans. He was known for throwing expensive house parties, so you were hoping for an invite to one of those events, but what you got was so much better. He practically begged you to check this place out, calling it by the mostly unknown name of Freedom. The club was exclusive enough to make your adrenaline pump through your veins just by imagining a possible night out in there.

But, even in your most realistic daydreams of this place, you never imagined the sickening reality of how cold you would grow from waiting outside of the building. The weather wasn’t necessarily cold, but being late October, the middle of the night, and most of your skin being exposed by your lack of clothing was enough to make goosebumps decorate most of your body just waiting for the line to move a step forward.

“We shouldn’t even be waiting right now,” Mikasa said annoyedly, mostly to herself, “I’m a red member, this doesn’t make any sense.”

“A red member?” You glanced down at the red scarf now around her neck, and you were sure it wasn’t there earlier. “What’s a red member?”

“You’ll find out.”

You wanted to pry, but part of you didn’t even want to find out what Mikasa could mean by those words. You were sure you’d find out soon enough anyways, it wasn’t like the Universe to dangle something so seemingly important and not contribute it to your everyday life. Maybe you’d also end up being a red member by the end of the night, you never know - but also, you weren’t sure you actually wanted to be a red member, the phrase itself gave you the creeps.

You went up on your toes in an attempt to see the front of the line, you seemed to be farther from the entrance than you were an hour ago. And, the worst part of the entire thing was nobody was even being let in right now. You’d been waiting in line for how long and it hasn’t moved forward even a step. And, you swore if one more person walked by the entire line and just waltzed right into the nightclub, you were going to start demanding a manager or something a bit less dramatic than that.

You moved from one foot to the other, trying to conserve some kind of heat in your body. You were two minutes away from grabbing Mikasa’s hand and marching her and yourself back to your apartment ten blocks away. This was ridiculous, this was no way to treat invited guests and apparent red members, whatever that meant.

“Mikasa,” You said from behind chattering teeth, “If-f they don’t let us i-in soon, I swear I-”

“Eren.” Mikasa wasn’t even paying attention to you, instead grabbing for a boy walking by her on the other side of the red velvet rope. “And Jean, hi - could you help us get inside?”

“Yeah,” Jean said quickly, “I don’t know what you guys are even doing out here, you’re both on the list for tonight - you should’ve called me or Eren, Mikasa, we could’ve helped you as soon as you got here.”

“You-you’ll help us inside?” You leaned towards the two boys, staring at them with wide eyes and a wide smile. “Tha-that’s so nice!”

“Of course darling,” The boy you heard Mikasa call Eren said, “And, you can even sit with us if you’d like - we’re VIP, so we get free drinks back there and we don’t get bothered by boring people.”

You rubbed your hands down your biceps, attempting to create heat for your body, “Th-thanks!” You couldn’t say more than one word without your face hurting from the cold.

Eren shrugged before holding the red velvet rope over your head as you moved after Mikasa underneath it. Jean concentrated all of his attention on Mikasa, not even giving you a pity wave, so you were instead stuck with his friend, Eren.

Eren couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, watching as you rubbed your cold limbs to bring life back to them. His emerald eyes were heavy on your skin as you attempted to ignore his penetrating glare. The boy licked his lips before grabbing your attention by suddenly speaking.

“Are you cold?” You nodded quickly, trying to keep from speaking in broken words from your chattering teeth. “That’s too bad, I could get you a red scarf if you’d like.” You didn’t like the way Eren smiled at you after he said that. “It’ll keep you warm in this awful October weather.”

You bit your bottom lip harshly, “And, wha-what do I have to do f-for that?”

Eren grinned even wider, “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

It was surprising to you how seemingly easy it was to enter the nightclub - well, if you were Jean or Eren. Jean was leading the group, so he just walked up to the bouncer outside of the entrance and mumbled something low to him. The big muscled bouncer quickly glanced over the group, and nodded you all in. If you knew all you had to do was mumble some nonsense and wait for a nod, you’d have been out of the cold and dancing inside an hour ago.

The inside of the nightclub was almost as dark as the exterior. There were some blinking lights over the dancefloor, and a red LED light decorating the top of the bar, but other than that, it was as dark as night in here. You were sure the outside was actually brighter than the inside, at least the street had lamps.

You kept close to Eren as he walked towards their VIP section in the back of the club. With the lack of light, you had to hold onto the back of his black button up shirt to keep from getting lost amongst the people. You could barely see other people as they walked by and scooted through the group, but Eren saw all of them and he made sure to keep you safe from them.

You tried to get a good look of the nightclub as you walked through it, but it was hard to do with the lack of lights. All you could really see were dancers grabbing at each other and kissing each other’s necks on the dancefloor. And you even noticed a strange amount of red scarves being discarded on the floor everywhere you looked.

“‘You still with me?” Eren shouted to you, behind his back, over the loud music coming from all around the nightclub. “I can’t feel your hand anymore, darling.”

“Here,” You said before wrapping your hand around his side as confirmation of your existence.

Eren met your hand on his ribs, putting his deathly cold fingers on top of your own, “Good, I’d hate to lose you so early in the night. I was hoping to learn more about you.”

You felt heat flush your face from the comment. It was nice to hear him say something so innocent, even if it was just a lie to save face. Most guys these days only wanted one thing from pretty girls like you, and it was exhausting. So, even if Eren was lying about his intentions, at least he had the decency to make it seem like he wanted more from you.

“How about,” You said to Eren as you leaned in close to his ear, “I’ll tell you everything you can handle, alright?”

Eren grinned to himself, “Alright, but I can handle a lot more than you think.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

The VIP section was just as dark as all other parts of the nightclub, except a few dimmed lights over the black leather couches. There were only three couches in the area behind the red velvet rope separating VIPs from normal guests, and the couches formed the shape of a U with a black stage in the center of them. The area was boring, but you supposed minimalism was an important man’s favorite designing technique.

The VIP section wasn’t just for Jean and Eren and their guests which only became obvious upon entrance. A blonde boy was already taking up one of the couches, and he seemed to be busy talking with a brown haired girl in a hushed conversation. He was so into the conversation that he never even noticed the group’s entrance until Jean had loudly announced himself and his friends.

“Sasha,” Jean shouted with his arms out wide, “You’re here tonight, hello babe - it’s been ages since I’ve seen you last.”

The brown haired girl rose and you felt your stomach drop with realization. You weren’t sure why you guessed the blonde boy was the important one on the couch, but instead it seemed the girl was the third VIP present. You honestly should’ve assumed, the boy was much too quiet to give off the same energy as the other boys, but Sasha perfectly reflected that same important energy.

Sasha smiled as she rose from the couch, “Jean, babe, and Eren - it’s so nice to see you two back together, it’s been too long.” The blonde boy turned towards the group at this, suddenly interested in the conversation. “You two were always two peas in a-”

“We’re not,” Jean said quickly to cut the rest of Sasha’s sentence off, “We’re just colleagues now, alright? I guess I can’t blame you, you did miss a few decades, important things happen during long periods of time.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at that. Decades? Maybe the group was just dramatic, but everyone seemed so in the know but you. You almost wanted to ask them what they meant, but it was obvious that you weren’t important enough to speak too loudly, and Mikasa and the blonde boy understood that completely.

“I guess,” Sasha said with a sigh, “But, you missed things in my life too, Jean. I finally found Niccolo again-”

“Oh God.” Eren grabbed your hand before heading to the couch opposite Sasha. “You’re still talking about that asshole? You should’ve gotten over him when you got over poodle skirts.” You tilted your head at Eren, but he just shook his head at you. “He never really loved you, that was always obvious to everyone but you.”

Sasha sighed, “I guess, but I still found him and-”

“And, I see you found somebody else as well-” Eren gestured to the blonde boy on the couch before sitting on his own leather couch- “It’s nice to see you again, Armin. You’ve been hanging in there?”

Armin kept quiet and instead allowed Sasha to speak for him, “He’s been well, and I brought him as a present - for you, Jean. I know how much you prefer him, even after all these years. So, I’ll take the sweet girl you have here - oh, a red member I see - and you can take Armin, babe. How’s that sound?”

Jean looked a bit awkward giving up Mikasa for Armin, but it seemed to be the easiest decision of his life. And after Armin met Jean on the third couch and Mikasa started talking with Sasha on the other couch, things started getting quiet in their VIP section. But even if you were just watching them talk in hushed conversations, you were still more interested with everyone else than Eren sitting right beside you.

Eren used two fingers to pull your face back towards his, “Can I get you something to drink, darling?”

“Sure,” You said hesitantly, “I’d like a-”

“I’ve got it.”

Eren leaned over the back of the couch to order from some waiter, but you went back to focusing on the other people. Armin and Jean seemed to have known each other for a long time and hadn’t seen each other for awhile as well, so you weren’t surprised to find them kissing passionately on the couch right beside you. And, Mikasa and Sasha seemed to be deep into introductions on their couch.

“Here.” Eren handed you a glass with what looked like a dark red liquid inside. “Drink up, okay?”

You eyeballed the drink intently, “What is it?”

“Drink up.”

You didn’t need to be told a third time. The liquid tasted of honey and peaches, something you were not expecting. After a sip, you removed the glass from your lips, and spoke to Eren in a hushed tone.

“You don’t want anything to drink?” You gestured your glass towards Eren as a silent offer to share.

Eren shook his head gently, “No, no - I’ll drink once you’re done.”

You nodded, “Okay, if you’re sure.”

There seemed to be nowhere to place your cup, so drinking all of the contents quickly and discarding the glass to the ground was the only option for you. You started to take big gulps and it seemed Eren was encouraging of this behavior. Maybe you were taking too long, so Eren had to take it into his hands by placing his finger at the end of the cup and forcing you to drink all of the liquid in a few hard swallows.

“Good girl,” Eren said with a smile.

“Thanks.” You placed the cup on the ground beside the couch. “I think I have a lot of experience from-”

You could hardly get the rest of your sentence out before Eren’s lips were on your own, and you could still taste the honey and peaches but now from him. You leaned into his kiss, spreading the taste of your drink from your tongue to his tongue as a way of gratitude for the free drink.

Eren was eager for more from you. He leaned into you, pushing your body to the couch underneath you, and trapping you under his own. You moved your hands into Eren’s long hair, only pulling it further where it was loosely tied.

You suddenly remembered the other people around you and Eren. You felt uncomfortable knowing other people were close and able to hear your desperate little moans from Eren’s couch. They, both people you barely knew and your beloved roommate, could look over and see you and Eren practically dry fucking there on the creaking couch.

You pulled your lips from Eren’s lips, “Wait, the others-” You looked over to the other couches and found that they weren’t in much different positions than yourself. Mikasa’s scarf was discarded and Sasha was kissing down her neck, and Armin was getting neck hickies as well from Jean. “-are also kissing.”

Eren leaned in and gave your cheek a gentle kiss, “Yes darling, that’s kind of what we do here.” Eren kissed your jaw, “Why do you think you were invited here tonight?” Eren kissed your neck, “We wanted you here for this.”

You looked at Eren with deeply furrowed eyebrows, “You said you wanted to get to know me.”

“No,” Eren said, now making eye contact with you, “I said I wanted to learn more about you. Not necessarily your personality, but rather the way you taste - I really want to know how you taste.”

Your heart was racing in your chest from those words. You wanted to let him know how you tasted, but now your pride was in question. He dragged you on a damn leash, and you let him. He made you think he wanted more from you, and all he wanted was the same thing as everyone else. You were angry, hurt, and on the verge of throwing up the red liquid you finished only a few minutes ago.

“Get off of me.” You felt eyes from the other couches turn to you when they heard your words. “I have to- um, I have to go to the bathroom.”

Eren raised his eyebrows at you, “Now?”

“Yes, now.” You said it harsher than you wanted, but the anger got the point across. Eren moved off of you, and sat back on the couch. You rose from the leather, trying to ignore the four sets of eyes watching you intently from the other couches. You kept your head down and headed off to where you hoped the bathrooms were.

You eventually found yourself amongst the only white walls in the entire building, and thankfully at the end of the hallway were the bathrooms. The line was surprisingly nonexistent which was a once in a lifetime experience for nightclub bathrooms. Maybe it was because everyone was too busy getting fucked on VIP couches or even on the dancefloors.

You walked into the white bathroom, and didn’t bother with either of the four stalls. You instead stood in front of the mirror, staring at yourself in all of your shame. You still wanted to go back to the VIP room, and finish what you started with Eren, but you wouldn’t let yourself right now.

You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. You moved your hand under your black skirt, thinking about Eren’s body on top of your own. Your black panties were already soaking from the moments you had with him on the couch and you could finish just thinking about what he would’ve done to you-

The door to the bathroom slammed open to reveal Eren. He looked absolutely pissed off, and too focused on that anger to notice the way your hand suddenly moved from under your skirt.

“What the hell are you-” You started, but Eren cut your question off.

“I don’t like being embarrassed in front of my friends,” Eren said harshly, “So, let’s meet in the middle, and play pretend date, alright? With every kiss, you tell me something about yourself, and I’ll tell you something about me, okay?”

You smiled to yourself, “You’re really a hardass, aren’t you?”

“Shut the hell up and kiss me already.”

Eren met you by the mirror, scooping you into his arms and pressing you against the sink as he kissed you. His kisses were just as desperate as on the couch, and his hands moved over your body, feeling your curves under his fingertips. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing his lips closer to yours with each kiss.

Eren leaned back an inch, “Your turn.”

“Uh,” You whispered, saying the first thing that came to mind, “I like that drink you got me.”

Eren grinned against your lips, “I knew you would.” He kissed you again, sliding his hands up your skirt and exactly where your own hand had been before he interrupted you. “I’ve been to every country in the world, even the unimportant ones.”

“What?” You leaned back from him, more interested in hearing about how that was even possible, “Every single country? You didn’t miss a single one?”

“Nope.” Eren stared intently at your lips. “Not a single one.”

“Have you fucked somebody from every country?”

Eren smiled at you, “This isn’t a Q and A, I’m not answering that.”

“So, that’s a yes.” Eren’s hands cupped your ass over your panties, and pulled your body closer to his. “And, I’m just going to be another name on a seemingly very long list, aren’t I?”

Eren shook his head, “Just tell me something about yourself.”

Eren moved in to kiss you again, but instead missed your lips and went for your neck. He decorated the sensitive skin with sloppy and wet kisses, and sucked delicately right where the vein that became prominent during your episode in the VIP room is. You leaned your neck to the side to help his procision, and to give him more room to work with.

Eren moved his hands to the back of your thighs, and lifted you onto the sink behind you. He took place between your legs as he still worked at your neck. His hands now slid back under the bottom of your skirt, but instead of waiting on your panties, he pulled them down your thighs and let them fall to the floor below.

“Tell me something about yourself,” Eren whispered against your neck, “I’m waiting.”

You thought of what to say next as Eren removed his hands from your skin. Your breath hitched in your throat as he nipped on your neck and you realized just where his hands had gone. He now worked on his pants, loosening the waist of his black trousers.

“I-I uh,” You could hardly speak as you waited for him to finally have you exactly as you wanted him to, “I went to a waterpark once, and I really enjoyed it.”

Eren leaned back to smile at you, “This is the information you said I couldn’t handle?” Eren continued speaking but now in a sarcastic tone, “Oh God no, you’re joking! Not the waterpark!”

You laughed as you pushed his shoulder playfully, “Shut up.” Eren placed his hands on your hips, and moved himself forward. “Now, your turn.”

Eren kissed your neck again, sucking gently where he had already made a mark. While darkening the spot he made, he gently thrusted forward, and the sudden feeling had you moaning out for more. You were glad it was his turn to speak because you weren’t sure you could get coherent words out right now. Eren definitely fucked somebody in every country in the world, and he now used that excessive experience on you.

You were so consumed by the grind of Eren’s hips against your own that you couldn’t focus on anything else. He felt so good in you, and you almost wished you were back on the VIP couch so you could show everyone else there how much you loved the feeling of him inside of you.

“Well,” Eren breathlessly said against your now burning neck, “I’m a vampire, most of the people here are vampires, except for the ones in the red scarves. They’re red members, and you’re about to become one.”

“Wha-” Half of the word was all you could get out before Eren bit your neck open with his now sharp teeth. He drank from you as he continuously fucked into you harder with each sip of your blood. You didn’t even care about anything he said or anything he took from you, as long as Eren could make you feel this good again - you’d give him a pint of your blood every single day until you died.

Eren is Gordon Ramsay