A futa yandere chapter...not really used, but why not? Enjoy!

A/N: Lagniappe is French for "a little something extra."

Tomoko Shiretoko loved the smell of home cooking. She wasn't much of a cook, but whenever she knew her surrogate nephew and crush, Izuku Midoriya, was arriving, she didn't spare any expense on the occasion. A dinner that was fit for a king...for her king.

It wasn't easy losing her powers to All For One. It left her for a spell in deep doubt and despair, questioning her well-being and existence in this God forsaken world. Aside from the support of her Pussycat family, one particular emerald cinnamon roll captured her heart, her soul, her spirit, and as of now, the arousal of her extended organ.

She told herself to calm down as she turned off the stove to allow her food to cool. With the exception of Yawara, she never told anyone of her extended organ. A blessing that came free of charge. She had all of her regular appendages. She identified as a woman. Granted when she was younger, she was picked on by bullies. Later in life, girls and even guys were curious about her body.

Despite having relations with both genders, men will always play the fairer role.

Only a matter of time for her cinnamon roll to find out. She planned to take both of his virginities. She planned to make him love her. It wasn't because she was forcing him, but she didn't want other skanks messing with her merchandise. Izuku belonged to her and deep down in his heart, it understands how it feels about Tomoko. Izuku needed to get his head back on track.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead as she felt accomplished about her task. "I hope my Icchan enjoys this delicious feast. Only the best for my Icchan."

Speaking of Icchan, he was a few minutes later. It left Tomoko worried. He texted her earlier that he was on the way. His dorm from her residence was twenty minutes. It has been twenty-two minutes. She panicked, gripping onto the knife she just finished using. She hoped that no damn skank, shrew, or whore was trying to get inside of her beloved future husband's pants. That was reserved for her.

Please hurry, my love. I hope no damn skank or bitch is trying to stop you. I LOVE YOU, ICCHAN. YOU ARE MINE. The emerald-haired woman tried to maintain her composure. No way that Izuku would be talking with a girl. He said that he was single and wasn't searching. Why stress, she thought.

The doorbell rang. The sound of Izuku was at the door. She straightened out her hair in the mirror. She put up her apron. She did a final breath check before walking to the front door to greet and hug and maybe kiss her Icchan.

As she was feeling giddy when opening the door for her Icchan, it quickly faded when realizing that Izuku wasn't alone. Standing beside her was a taller black-haired girl.

Stunned and shocked, she still managed to keep her composure. "Welcome, sweetie. Who is this girl?"

"This is a classmate of mine, Auntie Tomo," said Izuku. "I happened to run into her on the way here. I was mentioning that you have the best cooking." He tilted down. "You don't mind, do you?"

You? No, I don't mind. As for this bitch, yes I do mind. She doesn't need to be here. Just you. I would let this interloping bitch touch anything in this house. "Of course, not, sweetie," she said with a fake smile. "A friend of Izuku's a friend of me. Your name?"

"Greetings, Auntie," said the bowing classmate. "My name is Momo Yaoyorozu. Class 1-A vice president."

Didn't need or ask for the resume, you cunt. "Well, a pleasure. Shall you guys come in?"

"Thanks, Auntie," said Izuku as she allowed Momo to enter the residence first. "Shall I take your coat?"

"Thanks, Icchan," said Momo.

It was quite fortunate that neither teens noticed the infuriated Tomoko as she gritted her teeth. She was becoming incandescent with rage on the inside. This child has the nerve to affectionately call my beloved by his pet name. How close are you to my precious darling? Tomoko led the teens to the living room. "Have a seat and make yourselves at home. Dinner is ready, but I need to set things up at the dinner table. Just be patient. Turn on the television if you like."

As the teens turned on the television to a God-knows-what show on a who-in-the-hell cares channel, Tomoko was left in her thoughts. This was not the way she planned for her day with Izuku. A classmate doesn't make free time to come with him to dinner. What kind of parent allows a child to do that? What is she trying to do with my beloved husband? I WON'T LOSE MY ICCHAN! I WON'T ALLOW IT! Tomoko enjoyed her comfortable relationship with Izuku and would be damn if an interloper were to interfere.

Suddenly, at that moment, Tomoko developed an idea.

A few minutes later….

"Soup's on," cried Tomoko excitedly as she told Izuku and Momo to step inside of the kitchen. Izuku's eyes widened on the spread that was made from Tomoko.

"My God, Auntie! You went all out for this!"

"Anytime for my dear Icchan," said Tomoko as her mood was becoming brighter.

Tomoko issued out the meal. While Momo wasn't looking, she made sure to give her food a little something extra. In her terms, a lagniappe.

The group said their prayer of thanks for the meal. "Itadakimasu," the group said as they feasted. Izuku didn't know what to think as Tomoko's cooking was always delicious. It was even to a close tie with his mother's cooking. "This spread is delicious, Auntie."

Tomoko silently bowed, taking a sip of her wine as she watched her beloved eating. She then turned an eye towards Momo. "How's the food, Momo. Isn't it tasty?"

Momo nodded in approval. "Yes, Auntie. Quite delicious. Even better than my mother's." Momo didn't want to admit that something about the aftertaste was funky but decided to ignore it.

Tomoko took another sip of wine before commencing to eat. As she partook of the meal, her eyes lingered on her beloved. Unbeknownst to the emerald cinnamon roll, she added something extra in the food as well. Unlike his precious shrew, this would make him a bit perky. She grinned on the inside knowing that she had decided to make him hers at this very point in time.

After dinner….

Izuku and Momo were sitting on the couch in the living room. Izuku was setting up the video game console. Momo's face was becoming flush. She was starting to not feel well. Even Izuku wasn't feeling well. He felt funny in his stomach and was getting weird-tasting mouth symptoms.

Meanwhile, Tomoko was watching from the kitchen as she was washing the dishes. She was trying to contain her laughter and her budding erection. She knew it wasn't long until her medicines were to take effect.

"Momo, are you okay," asked Izuku as he, himself, wasn't feeling well.

"I think I am fine," she said. "Feels like I ate a drunken shrimp."

Izuku grabbed his stomach. "We did go for thirds." Feeling the rumbling in his stomach, he excused himself from Momo as he was heading for the bathroom.

With Izuku distracted, it was time for Tomoko to make her move.

It wasn't long when Momo became concerned as she started to lose feeling in her feet. Then, she stopped feeling her arms. As she tried to move, she couldn't. It worried her. Her eyes wandered at the grinning Tomoko who was standing right in front of her.

"Oh, dear, Momo," she said insincerely. "Are you okay?"

"What...happened...to...me," she questioned with a strain in her voice. Even that was fading away.

"It's nothing, dear," she said insincerely. "Vets have been using this for ages. Most of the time to calm down pets before their planned end."

Momo's eyes widened when hearing that, despite that, she couldn't move or speak.

"Don't worry. I won't kill you. I won't even hurt you since you are chummy with my Icchan," said Momo as she began giggling. "However, I do see you as a threat to my Icchan. You are made to be an example of." She smiled when hearing the toilet flushed and the opening of the bathroom door. Izuku was returning to the living room. He was flushed, still holding on to his queasy stomach.

"Auntie, what's going on," asked Izuku. "I feel a bit queasy."

Tomoko left Momo's sight and came to her lover's "aid." "Are you okay, Icchan," she asked in a fake worried tone. She put him against the wall. "Let's see your forehead, shall we?" She pressed her head against his forehead. Her breath was hovering over his. "Goodness, you do have something on you."

"What is it, Auntie?"

"Me," she purred as she planted her lips upon his. Izuku could barely register the shock as his first kiss was at this moment with his Auntie Tomoko. As she continued to kiss him, she used her hand to glide toward his dick. She gripped it tightly, ensuring that he was getting hard. "Getting excited, eh," she asked alluringly in between their kisses.

"What are you doing, Auntie," he asked in his confused state. She giggled as she began disrobing her clothes. Izuku was in shock when seeing her in her bra and panties, especially when seeing something protruding in between her legs. "Auntie, what is that?" It was interrupted when she kissed him again. Izuku was stunned, but at the same time, couldn't get enough of his aunt's kisses. Why am I getting hard to my auntie? An auntie that has a penis!? Meanwhile, Tomoko was in heaven, enjoying the bliss of kissing her beloved.

"Your lips taste like I dreamed it would," she said in her blissful state. She turned around to look at Momo. "This isn't a great view. Let's Momo check out our love for one another, shall we?"

To be concluded in the next chapter….