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Unpopular opinion time

Something about the way they’re speaking about African Americans in the comments feels extremely demeaning- like the shady subliminals are crazy- don’t ask me how tho- but it seems like the diaspora wars have found their way into the AOT fandom and what a surprise- it’s Africans being condescending towards African Americans- Again.

— bodyguard!nanami who is at your beck and call 24/7, never leaving his post which is right in front of your bedroom door.

— bodyguard!nanami who criticizes you for almost every little thing that you. not only because he’s a perfectionist but also because he likes to see you pout and whine about his criticism.

— bodyguard!nanami who grips you by the arm because you were flirting with some man in the club. When you ask him why he did it, he says it’s because the man may want to get close to you because of your father’s status and not because he gets jealous easily.

— bodyguard!nanami who pulls your skirt down when he sees it’s riding up against your soft thick thighs. Sometimes pulls at your thighs just to feel them against his rough hands.

— bodyguard!nanami who switches out his post with someone else when he realizes his feelings for you. hates how his subordinate tells him about how sad you were when you woke up to him not being there.

— bodyguard!nanami who falls ever harder with every day of not being by your side. curses himself for switching when his feelings got involved.

— bodyguard!nanami who switches back within 2 weeks of being away from you. loved the way your eyes glowed when you saw him back again, screaming the cute nickname you had given him. “Nami!”

— bodyguard!nanami who’s inches deep inside your pussy, holding your thighs flat against your chest, mumbling and groaning about how much he had missed you. Watching as you babble and whine about how it’s too much for you.

— “namiii, s’too m-much.” “s’okay baby, just a little longer f’me.”

just some eren!

nerd!’ren and reader took it slow when they first met. trips to the library, the icecream shop to get your favorite caramel and pralines double scoop. then his or your dorm when you two had to study some more. it was preferably done in your room, cause he just loved getting the chance to see what new things furnished your dorm. maybe another pillow? a fluffy crocheted blanket? some decor? a new candle. whatever it was it made him happy seeing you swell and overflow with joy.

you’d get all bouncy, dancing around your room on the tip of your toes. slipping off all your clothes till your in nothing but a tank top and some really short shorts with no panties. then eren proceeds with his usual. he goes to bathroom, he’s gotta piss or so he says. but really he’s just a weirdo, he stares at your hamper. eyes glazed and fixated on the black laced thong that sat at the top of the pile. he moves quickly. he plucks them from the top and balls it up in his hand. then he’s putting up to his nose, inhaling every inch of you relishing in the scent that gets him harder then ever. his back’s to the door and he’s tugging his sweats down. he’s gulping down his whimpers as his fists wraps around his cock. his thumb is shaky as he swipes it over his tip. translucent beads of precum pearl at his tip, and drip down his sides flowing down the shape of each vein as they flow to the base of his cock. for the most part, he keeps himself trimmed, but he’s been so stressed with school it’s gotten a bit messy.

from the other side of your bathroom door you can hear him groaning. there’s a lewd air that permeates through the door as the sound of his palm, wet and sticky against his cock, grows louder. your fingers don’t do enough to stimulate your clit. you feel like such a loser. why can’t you just open the door and tell him every time he comes over your pussy gets all sticky and that playing with yourself doesn’t quell the thought. why’s it so hard to tell him that you want him to take you over and over again. seeing his print through his loser sweats, the brunette strands that travel down them. he’s a curse, a big freaking loser who you need in between your legs. but it only gets worse. you hear him groan your name and your stomach does flips. it’s not only your name, it’s the things he says after. like how he wants to put a baby in you, he wants to knock up the pretty girl who only cares about herself and her grades. he’s moaning about how he’d give you the best dick of your life if you’d give him a chance. you always look like you want to give him a chance too, so is he wrong for assuming.

on the other side of the door, he’s dripping profusely. his knuckles are trembling as he milks himself, his tummy jerks with each pull. he’s thrusting his hips, fucking his hand and losing himself in the smell of you. then he gets the big idea to cum on your panties. his balls twitch from overstimulation, but his slit pulses as more cum trickles out into your panties. he pants weakly, ‘fucks’ and ‘shits’ spew from his mouth. he’s hot, his dick won’t go down, and he made a fucking mess of your panties. you can hear him shuffling on the other side. you hear the turmoil, the disgust with himself for being such a whimp. “um, ‘ren? you okay in there?” you slightly shout as you step away from the door.

“yeah...ha- totally! i-i just made a little bit of a mess so i just have to clean up…a-around the sink…haha.” he’s damn awkward and such a terrible liar.

Bitch shut up.

Eren is a loser.

Like yea, he’s sweet and cute, but damn, that boy gets no bitches.

He’s too awkward around the people that he likes, and sometimes, it just takes him too long to realize his feelings for others.

And don’t get me wrong, I like a good confident Eren head cannon. But I just love the type of Eren that would fumble over his words around his hot new tutor.

Armin was his first go-to option, obviously, but your professor thought it best to separate Eren from the distraction of being with his best friend. What your professor didn't anticipate, was you becoming an entirely bigger problem for the boy.

Becoming Eren’s greatest distraction was never your intention. His lack of focus was entirely on his uncontrollable imagination. His thoughts would run wild while you tried to help him with test corrections.

He would hold his breath every time you leaned close to him, afraid that the scent of your perfume might drive him wild. But no matter what he thought about you, he would never make a move. The only women that Eren ever really interacted with were his mother and Mikasa.

He was clueless when it came to flirting, dates, or just showing interest in anyone. So when you tried to talk to him outside of your private sessions, all he could do was give you a tight-lipped smile and nod his head.

You thought he hated you.

If only you knew….