Riren one-shots 💝

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ΦSeme stalker Levi x Uke Stripper+Prostitute ErenΦ

ΦModern AuΦ

ΦFluffΦ

So recently because of a Fic I watched k-12 movie

*Cough cough* Update k-12 BackUpSapphire *Cough cough*
What?

and since then I can't stop listening to this song and thus, created this.
It's kind of like the emotions of this song mixed in Eren and Levi is like Joe from “You”

Hope yeah enjoy 💜

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Eren hated this. He hated every inch of this.

Since when he was just a little kid he wanted to be a well known dancer, he wanted to be a choreographer for different sorts of celebrities.

But here he was, Showing his talent to people half more than his age, giving them a vivid imagination to Jack off in his face.

That's not what he wanted, but that's what he got.

Where he went wrong? He asks himself everyday.
The same reason he gets every day.

Money.

He needs money.

He needs money so desperately That the quickest way he could find to make it was by offering his ass every night to disgusting old pigs around him, who come and watch him dance on that pole like the creeps they are.

He thought of starting his own dance studio but his father didn't allow him. He got into a big fight with him and Girisha throwed him out of his house.

For a few days he lived with his friend but he knew he can't always live with him so he ranaway from there.

He found a little apartment where you could barely put bed and stuff.

He worked in little shops and malls trying to get money and trying forget about dancing, but nothing earned him enough and he could barely meet month ends.

One time at night just strolling around the city trying to clear his mind somehow he found a club in a dark alley. Kind of a sex club.

They needed a stripper and Eren needed money.

He made a deal with them and tried to avoid prostitution with the said job but seeing his colleagues earning much out of it he eventually gave in.

By this point earning money was like a drug to him. An addiction he wanted to end. He wanted to save money but he couldn't, one thing or another always destroys his attempts to save it. Stopping him from doing much better then he is doing right now.

But this was so Easy. All the things in his life he has done by now, this was the easiest way to earn money. He hated that.
He hated everything about it.
He hated himself for it.

Looking himself in a tear off skin tight pants, wrapped in leather straps -too tight that leaving scars on his skin- and a lose shirt on him that he is gonna throw off as soon as he starts performing. He tilts his head up and looks at a-