Hey, guys. BD and GOTA, here, with the second installment of 'Izuku's Yanderants.' In this chapter, Izuku becomes alarmed of his parents' plans with him. What are they going to do to him? Read and see. Warning: this story contains incest. As a reminder, there won't be any yaoi in this story (just an overly dedicated father). If you aren't a fan of bondage, reverse rape, anal sex, and forced incest, then please refrain from reading. This is an OOC Inko x OOC Izuku x OOC Hisashi story. Enjoy!

"Wakey, wakey, wakey!"

It was a melodic, yet familiar voice that penetrated Izuku from his slumber. It was a soothing voice. The same voice that read to him as a child. The same voice that taught him how to ride a bike, cooked him chocolate pancakes, aiding a scuffed knee, and comforted him after his pet sparrow died.

He immediately snapped open his eyes. His emerald eyes were met with another.

"Dad?!"

Izuku's father didn't look like he was in a disarray, non-threatening. He looked calm as if he was waking his son up from a bad dream. He carried a friendly smile. A smile that appeared with anticipation. As if he was prepared to give his son a present or something of a surprise.

"Good Morning, my precious Icchan!"

The stunned emerald-haired child looked at his surroundings. Leather furniture, a kotatsu, a 72-inch flatscreen television on top of the entertainment center. Above him on the center wall was a large picture frame showcasing him and his parents. It was taken when he was an eight-year-old when he and his family visited the Serengeti on a safari tour. It was actually one of the last family trips that was taken before his father's actively busy schedule.

He blinked a few times, gathering his thoughts. Bits and pieces were returning to him. Last night, he was overcoming a very recent breakup with his now ex-girlfriend, Ochako. Later, his parents did what they could to console him.

"Yes, sir! The Limited Edition All Might Titanium Boxer Briefs!"

Suddenly, as if he was sitting in an ice-cold bathtub, the teen was becoming more alert. He recalled seeing magnolia flower petals on the ground. Then, the note.

Your mother and father are grateful that you are home this weekend. As promised, we want today to be the best day ever. I know this doesn't take back what Ochako and Kacchan has done to you but hopefully we, as your parents, can help you find something to take that pain away.

Your loving parents,

Mom and Dad!

P.S.: We hope this letter distracts you long enough to not expect what is coming next!

Panic began to set. His breath began laboring when realizing that the very people who were supposed to protect, to provide, and to profess were the very ones who put him in this position.

Why?

Immediately, instincts were telling him to fight or flight. However, there were two obstacles - one, the idea of fleeing from his parents stunned him. What reason would he flee from them? Two, upon further observation, it was upon discovery that although his upper body could move, his lower body wouldn't. Adding to the shocking discovery of his immobility, he wasn't wearing any clothing.

With only one exception - his Limited Edition All Might Titanium Boxer Briefs.

"Shh!" It was Hisashi that penetrated Izuku's thoughts. "Don't worry, relax!" Telling a frantic and meek, yet captive son to relax and remain calm was the last thing to say. If anything, Izuku wanted answers. "Dad? What are you? What is going on? Why am I naked? Matter of factly, why am I unable to move? No, no! Why would Mom anesthetize me…." Hisashi put his finger to his son's lip, rubbing it affectionately and to also incite silence.

"Icchan, I am your father," he said gently. "Relax! You know I am the last person that wants to put you in danger."

Those warm, comforting words were ineffective to the cinnamon roll. He has been at that school long enough to detect any sense of danger.

Never in his sixteen years would he imagined to be literally at the homefront.

"Your father is right, baby!"

Izuku's eyes shifted to the entryway of the apartment. It was the very woman who has given him life that put him into this position. His mouth immediately became agape as the curvaceous mother entered the living room in an unexpected appearance.

She was sporting black floral lingerie. Sporting her hair was an emerald-encrusted crown. Her face was covered in a see-through veil. In her hands, she was carrying black roses. Her large busts stood up as it could hardly be contained in her bra. Her panties were gentilly-laced and see-through. Immediately, he blushed upon seeing the tiny prickle of green hair from her vagina. Concluding her outfit was the opening slit that exposed her pussy. A loud, audible gulp came out of his throat.

He didn't know whether to be afraid or to be aroused. He was praying for the former as the latter was definitely inappropriate.

"Good Morning, Icchan," she said cheerfully.

Izuku turned back to his father. "Mom? Dad? Have you guys gone manic?"

Hisashi took a seat across from Izuku. He was silent. He knew his father's quirk - silence meant calculating. As Izuku's thoughts were on checkers, his father was playing chess. It meant that Hisashi was already preparing for the next move, which worried Izuku.

Inko stepped in. "Don't worry, sweetie!" She took a few steps forward toward Izuku. "This outfit is to have a little fun. A bit of a teaser on the greatest day to come when you become our man of our dreams."

Hisashi cracked a smile. "What your mother means, dear, that is time that we explain our family dynamic." The fire-breathing father patted the couch, allowing Inko to accompany her man as she walked and sat beside him. "You see, Icchan! The Midoriya family isn't what you call a typical family."

Inko interjected. "Every generation, there is usually one Midoriya who is pragmatic, well, overly dedicated in finding love to the point that it is an obsession."

Izuku didn't swallow anything. Inko and Hisashi weren't surprised. He was still too young to understand. "You, see, Icchan," his father spoke. "Every generation is a Midoriya that has a tendency of being obsessive and possessive, actively seeking a loved one until they don't have any choice to submit." He took his wife's hand. "When I was your age, my love for women was a bit obsessive. Following them, chasing them, showing my love through gifts and then some. Others accepted, others, well, didn't have any choice unless they wanted to be buried under my garden."

Inko spoke next. "Typically, it carries from parent-to-child." She pointed to her son. "Unfortunately, there was cancellation of that trait."

"Cancellation," retorted Izuku.

"Well, your mother and I are what you called yanderes," he said to him.

Izuku couldn't believe it. This was untrue. He thought a yandere was fiction. Familiar with the subject, he watched or read stories like School Days, Higurashi When They Cry, Future Diary, Akame Ga Kill, and Danganronpa. However, that was fiction - stories created by writers to describe an obsessive fantasy of women chasing men. He didn't think that there were people that actually existed.

"He looks shocked." Hisashi told Inko. She, in turn, concurred with her husband. "We don't expect you to understand this right away. We were hoping to wait until you were in your third year to explain when you got involved in a more serious relationship." Inko's eyes began to fade. She gripped the roses tighter to her bosom. "We just didn't expect that sickening whore to push you out of her infested, pathetic soul so quickly."

Izuku watched in shock as his father's eyes faded. "It breaks my heart when women...no, bitches don't appreciate what good of a man they have." He scoffed loudly. "Town bikes like that should be discarded into the deepest part of the Mariana Trench." A chuckle emitted. "Where molten, hot lava could burn them beyond recognition."

"There is a special place in hell for people like Ochako and Kacchan," said Inko roughly. "A place so deadly and so vile that it would make the devil himself weep by the callousness, the carelessness, the foulness of such deadly betrayal." She gnashed her teeth. "They are evil, rotten to the core."

"Mom? Dad?"

"We don't expect you to understand right away. You are in shock," said Hisashi. "But, no way in Hell we would hurt you. You are our most important treasure of them all." Inko grabbed Hisashi's hands tightly. "Thus, wanting to do our very best to keep you happy."

Izuku began to shake fervently. His thoughts were immediately on Ochako and Kacchan. "Mom? Dad? You didn't do anything b-b-b-b-b-bad t-t-to them?"

Inko and Hisashi looked at each other. Seeing their eyes met with a pregnant silence, Izuku lowered his head as their silence spoke volumes.

"Let's say I can't speak for Ochako's safety," she told her son. "Her safety depends on how much cake she has consumed."

"As for Katsuki," said his father. "Dealing with him is like playing a game of Battleship. May not know whereabouts, but I have the right connections that can do it for me." He shrugged his shoulders. "Why keep my hands dirty when there are gloves that can do it better."

Inko clicked her tongue. "I wouldn't worry about those detritus, unloyal bastards anymore. Even the good Lord wouldn't give them such betrayal. Hell, they practically walked themselves into danger since they wanted to be a hanging Judas." She produced a sickening smile. "No way would I betray you for a few pieces of silver."

"I could be given a paradise in the sky and wouldn't dare trade you for it," said Hisashi. "You're our son, our treasure. Therefore, your happiness is our happiness."

Inko touched her cheek. "It's our fault! Our fault that we allowed that school to give us a false sense of security. They should have done a better job. Instead, they have failed. Never you worry, lessons always start at our home." She reached over her husband's lap and pulled out a cell phone. Izuku aimlessly and hopelessly watched as her mother punched a few numbers on the phone. As the line trilled, a voice came from the receiver. "Hello?"

"BG, baby! Noki and Ashishi here. We also have our son on speaker," said Inko.

"Greetings, Noki and Ashishi! And to my future son-in-law!"

Future son-in-law? Izuku was in bewilderment when hearing those words. He stared blankly at his parents as they were making the call with a stranger he has never met.

"Our son is ready to be settled down, now," said Inko. "As a matter of fact, it is about time that he is tied-down. I feel as though his time at UA left him astray, leaving him hopeless and lost."

"I agree on our end. BK and I were quite worried about our daughter ourselves. Hanging with the wrong crowd, dedicating herself to a cause that would never be. Instead, she should be teaching a man how to submit and to restrain before her."

Hisashi spoke. "A shame that our nature cancelled out his future as an "S." However, as an "M," he would perform famously." He clicked his tongue. "Now, don't underestimate my son, BG! He is a Midoriya. A powerful force to be, our precious treasure. However, he needs a buffer to keep him in check. Someone that is loyal and would love, honor, and obey."

Izuku couldn't believe it. Was it the deception of his ears or were his parents actually arranging a marriage with an unknown woman? His panicking heightened. He was more concerned for Katsuki and Ochako's safety.

"How soon will she arrive," asked Inko.

"We are arriving at the airport this evening," replied the caller.

Inko became giddy. "Excellent! A feast we should have for the newlyweds," she told the caller. "However, there are things I need to do before we can make their wedding night spectacular. Kisses, speak to you soon. Give BK my love." She hung up the phone. Upon tossing it aside, her eyes fixated on her son. "Icchan, honey! Don't be afraid. We are only helping you to find your true happiness." She handed her husband the bouquet of roses. "We are just spinning a fine web. An unbreakable web."

"By setting me up with a woman I don't know," he questioned. "Is this a joke, Mom?" He looked at his father worriedly. "Dad? Dad? Please, Daddy!"

Hisashi's heart melted. It must have been years to be referred to by that affectionate name. He straightened out his tie. He must maintain composure. "We love you, Izuku! We love you to the point that it kills." He turned to his wife. "Inko?"

Izuku watched as Inko began removing her bra, exposing her melon-sized tits. He lost his breath as her tits were inverted, yet supple and bountiful as if it was filled with milk. He shut his eyes. This wasn't happening, he was thinking to himself. Why was he developing lecherous thoughts about his mother?

"Don't be afraid, Icchan," said Hisashi assuringly. "We are parents of our word. This is going to be an exciting weekend. For you and for us."

"He is right, darling," said Inko as she lowered herself at Izuku's groin. "Cute undies." She looked at her husband. "I know you spent a pretty penny."

"For you and Icchan, everything for you two are priceless," he answered as he crossed his legs. Izuku watched as his father was getting comfortable. Hisashi snapped his fingers. "Izuku, we think that it is time we give you a physical presentation on the birds and the bees. We believe Ochako was leading you astray."

"Rightfully so," concurred Inko as she planted her nose onto her son's groin. "Sweet as strawberries. He is using that soap I got for him." Izuku felt her breath hovering over his dick. "Smells like a boy. Definitely a virgin." She delicately placed her tongue underneath his testicles. "Taste of a man."

"Mommy?!"

Hearing those words penetrating Inko's mind to an asunder. She couldn't recall the last time she was called by that name. She looked upon her son - flushed cheeks, tear-stained face. She was now leaking profusely from her pussy. "Aww! Don't worry! Mommy is gonna take care of you." She opened her mouth, blowing out her breath onto his dick. He was flinching. "Don't flinch! Just relax. In some societies, a son's first sexual experience is with their parents."

"Fortunately, we aren't Romans," said Hisashi. "Think about that son."

"Mommy is gonna break you in," replied Inko alluringly. "Have to make you an expert before you break your betrothed, do we?" She used her soft hand to rub against his cock. Izuku hissed, feeling the constriction of his dick against the fabric of his briefs.

No matter how much he was resisting, he was getting hard.

Inko smiled delightfully. "Big one! A tad bit bigger than your father."

Hisashi wasn't offended. Born quirkless and accepted a hand-me-down quirk, the blessing of having an eight-inch cock was at least a silver lining.

Izuku jerked his head back. The feeling of his mother touching and now kissing his hardened cock was wrong, inappropriate, and yet tantalizing.

Izuku became stunned as she tightened her grip on his balls while licking the phallus of his dick through his boxer briefs. Inko watched as beady fluids were seeping through the fabric. She proceeded in licking the fluids.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy," cried Izuku. Inko wasn't listening. Hearing her name being cried out like a kitten was music to her ears. Meanwhile, Hisashi watched, enjoying the pleasure of his wife engaging in a beautiful sin with their son.

"I can tell you are getting turned on, Icchan," she said to him while rubbing his dick. "I knew Ochako didn't like pleasing you like that."

His eyes were wide as saucers. Inko paused, showcasing bedroom eyes. "I have watched that bitch of yours doing you like this. You need to find better hiding places to have your fun." She hovered her breath over his penis. "Watchful eyes can make its appearance anywhere and anytime."

How could she have known, he thought. Ochako had never been to their home. Whenever he and her were having their little rendezvous, it was after hours in one of their dorms or at a love motel off campus.

She lowered his boxers, exposing his dick. He felt the coolness of the air making contact with his sweltering dick. "Allow me to partake on what took nine months to make," she said. "Itadakimasu!"

Once inside, he felt her hot breath sliding her tongue against his penis. Then, out of nowhere, he felt the sensation of her hand rubbing his balls. He wanted to flinch, but he was unable to. She continued sucking his dick while playing with his balls. Having these sensations at the same time nearly drove the teen crazy.

He knew that he was close to climaxing. He tried hard to resist but Inko knew all of his pressure points. She knew more about his body than his own self. He let out a small cry, knowing that he was going to climax.

Hisashi was feeling like a proud parent. A mother showing him how to make love was paramount as if he was teaching him how to ride a bike or helping him with his homework.

"Feel me up with your young seed, baby," she said to him. "Let me taste the richest of milks. Your liquid honey!"

Izuku felt his seeds making a deposit into Inko's mouth bank. She delightfully took his seeds, wrapping her lips tightly around his cock like a vacuum. At each spurt, she sucked, creating pressure. When the ebb and flow ceased, she pulled away. She opened her mouth, exposing his seeds to him. He watched in shock as she swished his semen in her mouth. A moment later, she swallowed it. "Icchan's seeds. I ate it all."

Hisashi nodded approvingly. "How was it?"

"Young seed is the finest seed. Thick in texture, a rich taste! His Small Might is definitely great breeding material," she told her husband.

"Mommy, Daddy," he said while he was in a daze.

"It's fine, sweetness," she told Izuku as she stood up and pecked him on the cheek. "We aren't finished just yet. There is another area we need to break."

"Yes, an area long overdue," replied Hisashi.

"Better someone he loves than that Ochako skank," she said.

"True!" He looked at his son. "Now, sweetie. Don't be too alarmed but your mother here has to take care of your paintbrush."

"No," he blurted.

"Shh! Shh! Relax," he said calmly. "I'm not upset. We are seeking your happiness. We are spinning a fine web for your future." He nodded to Inko to continue. Inko spread her legs, spreading the slit in her lingerie. "Baby, as much as I want you to come back where you are born from, that belongs to your father." She giggled. "However, your first with my ass will also be my first. Isn't that exciting?"

She pulled her panties aside to spread open her ass. She spat on his dick, creating greasy sounds before propping herself against his dick. "Want to go to heaven with me," she asked.

Izuku closed his eyes. He just accepted the fate he was in.

To be continued….

BD: Crazy chapter. More cringe and 'sus' on this than any other chapters we've made.

GOTA: We plan to work on returning to unfinished chapters in this series, particularly Midnight and Aizawa, among other characters.

BD: Long live Midnight!

GOTA: Stay tuned as we are working on completing our MHA and RWBY stories. Thanks for reading as always. Team Greenshade!