I'm Not Seeing Many Aizawa X M!reader Or Ftm!reader

I'm not seeing many aizawa x m!reader or ftm!reader

someone please send or @ me in them or I'll have to make them myself 🥲

someone make this a fic with trans cuntboy user 🙏

hi uhhhh i need to get fingered by deadpool rn. this man is a certified Yapper so ik he would be so fucking hot with his goofy dirty talk

he grabs your crotch over your clothes and finds out you’re trans, “wait a second, are you challenging my preconceived expectations of gender and male-on-male sexual experiences? my sincerest apologies, sweetheart. i’ve got no problem being the top if i’m the only one with the tools for the job. i bet you’d go crazy with a strap, though. probably make me put my prostate on life support.

“you into slapping? can i give it a little tap, tap, tap-a-rooney? yeah? little harder?” (SMACK) “oh, yeah, that’s it. had a feeling you were a painslut, too, i see you! game respects game, pretty boy. what’s your safeword? personally, i’m partial to ‘hootenanny’, that’s always my go-to.”

“let’s see, where’s your little happy spot? what do i gotta do, the come hither? is that it? come here! come here, boy! there we go, there it is! who’s a good boy? you are! yes you are! come here! that’s a good boy! aw, look at your little leg shaking, so precious!”

“you squirt squad or cream team? oh, look at your face, you look so tense. you’re definitely a gusher. don’t be shy! this suit’s waterproof. don’t worry about me!”

you finally cum, splashing your orgasm all over him. “thar she blows! oh, shit, he blows? ze blows? they blow? stop me when i get it.”

aizawa brainrot is real

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Kissing LOGAN HOWLETT entails deliberate, raw, and heated desperation. It doesn’t matter when or how it begins. GN!READER

He’ll capture your mouth with his own in thick, heady want, his feet moving to back you up against a wall. You’ll feel one of his calloused hands frantically slide along your upper body—mapping out the expanse, committing each little detail to his dazed brain—and up to clutch the back of your neck. He’ll take charge; tilting your head to the direction he wants, and you’ll let him. Please do.

LOGAN would release breathy grunts, dangling along the territory of a whimper. It’s sloppy, a mess of a continuous and passionate press and press and press. His skin is flushed, his pupils dilated, breathing labored, and yet he’s still kissing you.

He’s undeniably addicted to the sensation. His free hand would wander, tugging you impossibly closer to deepen the gesture. It feels too good to stop, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip in silent permission because he can’t get enough of your taste, your prominent scent, and especially your euphoric touch.

Artist: narutoss.ramen on twt