Aizawa Oneshots and More

Ears and Tails (NSFW)

HIII GUYS!! IT SURE HAS BEEN A WHILE (nervously sweating) BUT I'M HERE WITH A NEW CHAPTER!!

REQUEST BY Hasumi2024! 

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO PUSH OUT I HAD THE WORST CASE OF WRITER'S BLOCK AND SO MUCH HAS BEEN GOING ON BUT IM FINALLY BACK (I KNOW I say this a lot PLS im sorry y'all)

IM NOT DEAD!!! ANYWAYS, I HAVE A FEW MORE REQUESTS LINED UP THAT ARE IN THE WORKS BUT IF THERE'S ANY MORE OF THEM YOU GUYS WANT TO SEE WRITTEN, DON'T BE AFRAID TO COMMENT THEM!!!!

Aizawa x Cat! Demihuman! F! Reader (NSFW) 

Pls I tried not to make the sexy scene so awkward after what the literal chapter is about and I like to think I pulled it off well but if I didn't...  WELL SHUCKS! Anyways. 

P.S. I don't proofread like EVER so if you see a mistake kindly let me know :3

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Pain clouds your senses as rough hands yank you to your feet. Your muscles scream with exhaustion and fresh bruises, but there's no room for weakness here. The cold concrete presses against your scraped palms as you stumble forward, claws scraping involuntarily.

"Get her back in the cage," one of the guards barked, his grip tight on your arm like you're nothing more than an object to be discarded.

You want to fight back, want to scream, but your body betrays you – too battered, too broken. Your tail twitches anxiously, muscles tensing despite the weariness pulling at your bones.

Behind you, heavy footsteps echo with enthusiasm.

"You think she'll last long?" a gruff voice asks, low and rough.

"Hard to say, but the winner's a real beast this time," another replies, a grin coloring his tone. "Eager to watch the winner breed with her."

The words slither into your mind like poison, filling you with a cold dread that claws at your chest. Your ears flatten, heart pounding painfully as bile rises in your throat.

You swallow the lump, refusing to give them any satisfaction of breaking you.

Ahead, the cage door screeches open, casting harsh light into the dim hallway. You're shoved inside, stumbling against the cold metal bars as the door slams shut behind you with a final clang.

The harsh, flickering light reveals the victor of the fight being thrown into the cage opposite yours. A towering figure with cruel eyes and a victorious smirk, chest heaving with exertion.

The guards laugh, a cruel and hollow sound that echoes in your ears.

Your breath catches as you meet the winner's gaze; a silent challenge in your eyes, but deep down, you know you're helpless.

Just then, the hallway suddenly fills with the pounding of boots, urgent and commanding.

A shadow appears, moving swiftly and with purpose. A man with heavy-lidded, tired eyes and messy black hair, calm but radiating authority.

His gaze sweeps the scene, sharp and assessing, before resting on you with a mixture of recognition and resolve.

"Enough," he says quietly, but his voice carries an unmistakable steel.

The guards freeze, surprise and confusion flickering across their faces.

His eyes darken as he steps forward, fingers twitching around his capture scarf. "I'm taking her out of here."

The air snaps with tension as Aizawa's gaze hardens. Without hesitation, his tired eyes lock onto the nearest guard.

The guard's quirk – enhanced strength and reflexes that made him so dangerous – flicker and die, erased by Aizawa's quirk momentarily. Confused, the man stumbles, powerless.