The Lustful Slime Rapist

by NitroThunder224

Summary:

A slime villain, wanted for sexual assault and rape, captures two UA students right in front of Midoriya. Under duress he's forced to repeatedly rape and defile his classmates', and most importantly, his friends' bodies under the whims of the villain, unless he wants them dead.
Not an original idea, more so a remix. Details in the first chapter’s notes.

Notes:

This is shamefully and shamelessly ripped off from Boku to Nottori Villain Nakademia over on nhentai. The link I gave you is the best way to read the first part of the (current) four storied arc of the smut, but be warned it's much more depraved than mine.

I was literally sitting in my room, watching some Senza on YouTube, when the idea to rip off and plagiarise a popular piece of work came to me, while also adding my own spin to it to flesh it out and jazz like that.

If I get enough pushback from you guys I'll take it down, don't worry, I'm not a complete asshole.

Chapter 1: Time to be a hero?

Summary:

Midoriya's friends are compromised after a run-in with a villain.

Notes:

Just FYI, if the doujin has lines I can use to easily write this fanfic then they'd shamelessly (read: shamefully) used.

Edit of 1-21-2024: Edited it more professionally (less spelling errors) and backed it up.

Edit of 10-27-2024: Edited it more to my liking and added some more lines.

Midoriya Izuku (Deku), Yaoyorozu Momo (Creati), and Uraraka Ochaco (Uravity) were patrolling the city in their hero costumes, chatting happily while also being vigilant. Midoriya was in the center of the walk, with a girl on each side of him. It was a slow day, to be honest, with not much happening.

"No, Episodes IV to VI are the best!" Uraraka argued animatedly, making chopping motions like their dear class president.

"I'm not saying they aren't! I'm just saying I to III have their good moments, such as the light saber fights you don't get to see in the golden trilogy," Izuku countered.

"Aren't we supposed to be, you know, patrolling?" Yaomomo asked with a good natured sigh, a fond smile on her face at having friends.

What a novelty, right?

"We are! Right, Deku?!" Ochaco nudged her crush on his arm.

"We are, but there's not much—"

"Somebody! Please help!" a male voice cried out from a nearby alleyway.

"You were saying?" Yaoyorozu deadpanned before she and Uraraka rushed in, leaving Midoriya behind before he figuratively kicked himself and went in after them.

The inside of the alleyway was a big outer area filled with trash cans and a weird purple spill on the ground nearby his two classmates. They rightfully were confused when they saw no one calling for help. Scratching their heads, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu were going to say something, anything, before the purple spill morphed itself into a humanoid shape and entrapped the two with its slime. The humanoid slime was roughly over six feet tall and didn't have a face, only a black circle that kind of resembled a fingerprint.

"Ah! Midoriya, help!" Momo yelped out, suspended over four feet high in the air along with her friend/classmate Ochaco.

"Ha ha ha!" the slime, which was of course a villain, laughed. It was covering them all over, molesting their sensitive areas as it trapped them.

"Eww, gross! Deku, I'm sorry!" Uravity apologized as she tried clawing off the villain that was holding her up by the throat.

"I was too careless…" Creati forlornly stated as she thrashed against her restraints.

"Who are you?! And let go of my friends, villain!" Deku questioned and demanded, getting into a fighting stance, brave despite the circumstances.

"Why should I tell you of all people?" the villain questioned, never ceasing his sexual assault on his friends. "Hmm, these bodies will do nicely."

"I don't know much about his quirk, but maybe it can make itself elastic? Or harden…? I have to help them escape…" Midoriya thought within his racing mind.

"Deku! Don't worry about us, just fight!" Uraraka encouraged, straining against her slimy restraints.

"Yeah! Beat his butt, Midoriya!" Momo seconded, biting down on the foul-tasting slime to no avail, gagging soon after from the taste.

"What, so you have that kind of relationship?" the slime villain questioned and Izuku surmised that if that villain had a face it would've smiled cruelly. "Fine, that gives me an idea," he ominously told them as his slime began crawling through the females' ears. "That'll be the perfect hiding place."

Without being able to help, Izuku watched helplessly as his friends got violated in (strangely enough) their ears. Their faces began blushing and their saliva production began to ramp up, drooling heavily.

"What is this?! It's inside my head!" Uraraka yelped out, the liquid pouring in by the handful through both ears.

"Something's pushing inside…!" Yaoyorozu yelled, in the same boat as her friend.

Something inside of Midoriya, to this day he didn't know what, told him to just watch, to not try something, anything. He watched as his friends got…well, he didn't know what at the time.

"My head…going blank…" his crush weakly told him, struggling less and less the more purple slime entered her ears.

"My memories…over-written…" Momo just as weakly got out, the both of them going slack in the villain's grasp after most of the body was gone. They were lowered to the ground onto their feet as the last of the slime that composed the villain was gone, slithering away inside of his friends's ears. They stood there, uncomprehendingly, before they seemingly rebooted, blinking away the fuzziness.

The first thing Uraraka did when she had all her faculties was grasp her D-Cup tits, manhandling them and massaging them with eagerness. "Oh! This body is so soft! Oops, I should probably speak like her!" she remarked as she continued to play with her boobs.

"So you're called Momo!" Yaoyorozu told herself (or was it to Ochaco?), grabbing fistfuls of her ample ass. "A good girl that loves her parents~"

"What's happening?" was the first thought that came through Midoriya's mind.

"This one too loves her parents! Ochaco is so sensitive!"

"And this one's quirk will be really useful."

"Could this be…?! They were taken over?!" Izuku realized with dawning horror.

"For a couple of heroes, these bodies are so indecent!" Uraraka playfully began playing with Yaoyorozu's tits, exposing the hardened nipples and areola.

"Jeez, you're embarrassing me!" the vice president moaned out, a smile on both their faces.

For a hormonal teenager to see two of his sexy classmates acting so wantonly, it should've been a dream come true (especially for Mineta)…

But it wasn't.

"R…Release both of them!" Midoriya ordered, an unsure look on his face. Immediately "Yaoyorozu" and "Uraraka" looked deadly serious as they stopped playing with each other, their mouths in a straight line as they assessed him. They looked to each other, silently communicating.

"Of course!" the possessed Uraraka exclaimed, sending out her hands to her side, palms facing the male hero student. "I will release them as soon as I'm done enjoying their bodies!" she clarified.

"What?! You can't do that!"

"Yes I can!" she giggled cruelly. "And of course, I'm counting on you to keep quiet about this…" The villain using Uraraka then smiled evilly, her face contorting in ways that Midoriya couldn't even fathom as she then said, "Because if you don't I might even commit suicide~"

Izuku's eyes widened as his stomach curled in on itself. Uraraka, his crush and longtime friend, killing herself? It was unimaginable, unthinkable.

"I could make so many things to harm myself and others with Yaomomo's quirk it's not even funny!" Yaoyorozu joined in as she chuckled, squishing her breasts against his left arm. It felt so nice and soft, soft enough that if a pillow was made out of it it'd surely go out of stock.

The weight of their words weighed heavily on his mind as they let the silence stretch on.

"Just kidding! I believe in you, Deku. I just like having sex, killing isn't really my forte," Uraraka clarified as she then too squished her breasts against his right arm. The two of them then began dragging him out of the alleyway, into the light and hustle and bustle of the pedestrians.

"There was no villain, it was a completely uneventful patrol, right, Midoriya?" Yaoyorozu asked him, but her tone was completely unaligned with what she was saying. No, the tone she used was a "telling" one, as if ordering him.

"Yeah, what Yaomomo said! There was no villain, it was all completely uneventful, Deku," Uraraka reinforced, nuzzling into his arm, her breasts feeling divine against his arm that it made him cringe in uncomfortableness.

"Calm down, Izuku, calm down. There's still a chance…if I can tell a teacher," he thought to himself, blushing hard at the close proximity of his two friends.

---

"Can anyone tell me the answer for number 43?" their teacher, Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead), asked at the front of the classroom, holding a book in his right hand. It was the next day, and frustratingly enough the villain was playing his part as a spy damn-near perfectly. The pro hero looked around the room and chose a student, "Uraraka, go for it."

"Yes, the answer is that under duress a civilian is allowed to use their quirk if forced to by a villain!" the girl enthusiastically replied, raising a hand cutely at her desk.

Midoriya clenched up his hands under his desk as he heard his "friend" say that.

"Perfect, good job. For number 44—"

"It's letter B, sir! 'Vigilante use is only applied to those who unlawfully use their quirk,' Aizawa-sensei!" Yaoyorozu butted in, raising a pencil from her desk. "Does that mean quirkless vigilantes aren't a thing?"

"Yaoyorozu, while I appreciate your participation please wait until I call on you. And to answer your question, legally there are no quirkless vigilantes, as that'd be, legally, an oxymoron."

Midoriya wanted to hurl, hearing/seeing his friends act so convincingly.

The bell for the end of the day rung and Aizawa-sensei closed his book, "All right, everyone. School's over, get some rest and make sure I don't see you anytime soon," he drawled out, going to his desk to sort something out.

"Aizawa-sensei, I need to speak to you about—!"

"Deku! I need your help with something," Uraraka interrupted him, grabbing his right hand while having a cute expression on her face.

"Me too, Midoriya. Bye Iida, bye everyone!" Yaoyorozu joined in, taking his left hand. She and Ochaco then lead him right out the door, leaving behind their backpacks. They dragged him through the halls, an angry look on their faces as they threw him into an oversized broom closet. "Are you trying to kill these two girls, Midoriya?!" Yaomomo questioned hotly, closing the door loudly behind her and Uraraka.

"Yeah, what Yaomomo said! What gives?" Uravity asked, much calmer than the other girl, somehow, even though they were the same person. Idly Midoriya wondered if he split his consciousness when he took over his friends.

"'What gives?' 'What gives?!" he almost screeched in anger. "You've taken over my friends and you want me to act normal?! What the hell—"

Yaoyorozu materialized a bowie knife with her hand and held it against her neck, drawing bright crimson blood that dribbled down her dainty neck.

"Lower your voice, Deku, or Yaomomo here is going to have an 'accident,'" Uraraka airquoted, smiling cruelly at him. "Is it too much to pretend things are normal, Deku?" she asked, swiping away a cobweb nearby her. "Maybe you need incentive? Yaomomo, what do you think?"

"He hasn't been a very good boy," the vice prez pointed out, withdrawing the knife and letting it clatter to the ground. "But I think if we positively reinforce him then things will go smoother."

"You wanna do it or should I?"

"Eh, you do it."

"Okay!" Uraraka loudly-whispered as she began to fish out her crush's cock.

"Eep!" He was startled, surprised at what was happening.

"Keep it down, Deku, it's just a handjob," Ochaco told him, finally taking out his cock which was massive, even in an unaroused state. "Jeez, I've totally scored a hunk. Do you see this man meat, Yaomomo?" she asked as she began to pump him rhythmically, seeing his dick get even more impressive, the tip all red and engorged with blood. A dribble of precum came trickling out of his tip before it was swept up in the motions of the possessed Uraraka's fist.

"I do and I'm so jelly, Uraraka!" Yaoyorozu agreed, her mouth literally salivating at his penis.

Midoriya began to moan at the heavenly feeling that was tending to his cock. His crush's fingers were silky soft and had extra texture from the pads at the end of her fingertips for her quirk. His precum was coming down in droves and lathering her hands with the sticky substance, providing lube. He didn't last longer than two minutes before he felt his orgasm approaching, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Sssh!" they both whispered to him.

"Sorry! I mean, I'm gonna cum," he whispered. Midoriya came soon after all over his crush's hand, covering it with his creamy white seed.

"Jeez, you cum a lot. I like that in a man," Ochaco sinfully whispered as she licked the remnants of his cum off her fingers. She offered some to Yaoyorozu, who gratefully pulled her hand closer to languidly lick it off her friend's hand.

The scene was utterly erotic and made his cock stand tall and proud.

"No no, Deku! You don't get another freebie," Uraraka tutted as she put the underwear and pants back over his erection, which was uncomfortable for Izuku. "Actually, I have a better idea," she grinned evilly as suddenly purple slime began to come out of Uraraka's head and raced quickly to Midoriya. He was unable to stop or move at all to avoid it as it entered his ears, but only a little. Izuku felt something slot inside his head, a foreign entity presenting itself to his mind, telling the original owner that it was in charge.

"The hell did you do to me?" Midoriya questioned, clutching his head as he felt all wrong.

"My transformation-type quirk, Slimy Possession, only works on women, but since I can't possess you, I'll just monitor you instead, keep your mouth shut," the villain possessing Uraraka explained. "If you so much as try to tell anyone about me, that little piece of me will start squirming inside your head, and I don't need to tell you what will happen," the brown-haired girl warned. Yaoyorozu left the room with a smile on her face, with Uraraka about to leave. "Be a good boy, Deku, and stay quiet, okay?"

He was left alone in the closet, wondering what the fuck even happened. Midoriya shook his head, about to text his heroics teacher about what was happening when, before he could even think about doing that, he was given a migraine from hell that made him fall to the floor in pain. He clutched his head in pain, it feeling never-ending, before it stopped.

A warning, Izuku imagined; a taste of what disobedience will bring.

He was truly and utterly fucked, wasn't he?

Notes:

Edit of 1-19-2024: This feels more like a remix of the doujin once you're past chapter two, with more plot and jazz.
Edit of 01-30-2025: Changed the Quirk's name to better align with future chapters.

Chapter 2: Gags and Phones

Summary:

Midoriya is forced to have sex with his friends.

Notes:

You guys like this, don't 'cha? Who am I to deny another chapter?

Edit 1-21-2024: Edited it so that there's less spelling errors, better wording, and backed it up.

"Waah! Your cock is as hard and scary as ever!" Uraraka cheered. The three of them were in Midoriya's room in Heights Alliance, all of them on his bed. They were all in various shades of undress. Both Midoriya and Yaoyorozu were naked completely while Uraraka was only wearing some pink underwear.

His hard cock throbbed at the attention, releasing a bead of precum that was quickly scooped up by Yaomomo. "Mmph! So tasty!" she shared her thoughts.

"T-this is your fault!" Midoriya argued.

"You shouldn't blame others, Deku, it's unheroic-like," Ochaco quickly told him, a smile on her face.

"It really is amazing. We're just exceptionally compatible with your dick, Midoriya. It just wants to have sex with us, the best it can get!" Momo said before both her and Uraraka decided to do a double tit fuck, surrounding his cock in boob flesh.

It felt amazing, a pleasure he couldn't fathom beforehand. His mouth opened wide in ecstasy, feeling their hardened nipples drag across his sensitive tip.

"It's your favorite boobs, Deku!" Uraraka giggled.

"Taking care of such a villainous cock is also part of a hero's job!" Yaoyorozu half-joked, really massaging his aching cock. She got the bright idea to start sucking off the head, getting a mouthful of his creamy, sticky precum.

That took him over the edge as he came without warning, bursting inside her mouth, it also overfilling and spraying her tits. Momo swallowed several times, each time her smile getting wider and wider, and her blush getting more and more prominent. 

"The first load is always the thickest! Delicious!"

"Aah! That's not fair, Yaomomo!" Uraraka cried out, pulling off her panties which was sticking to her because of love juices. "Look, Deku! All the time during class, I was just thinking of having sex with you!" she informed him, her honeypot looking inviting. "Why don't you stick your dick inside me and fuck me already?"

"…I'd rather not," Midoriya weakly protested, trying to catch his breath from the double paizuri. Yaoyorozu grew angry and backhanded him, hard. The resounding slap echoed throughout the room. He was more shocked than in pain as he said in an annoyed tone, "Ow!"

"Start fucking Uraraka, now, Midoriya! Or do you want me to commit suicide right here, in your room, where'd you be the prime suspect?" Yaoyorozu questioned hotly, daring him to argue.

Izuku gulped and swallowed his morals as he got off the bed, positioning himself right at his crush's entrance.

"Come on, Deku! Stick it in! I want to feel your girthy cock!" Uraraka pestered him, trying to wiggle closer to his dick.

He pushed in, breaking her hymen and causing her to bleed a bit. He hilted deep within her, going balls-deep, before pulling out and then pistoning back in. Midoriya began a gentle rhythm as he held up her legs, feeling up her thighs without wanting to.

"D…Deku? You can get rougher, you know?"

"I don't want to do this anymore," Midoriya admitted, stopping his motions. He began to tear up, his infamous Midoriya Tears making itself known. "I don't want to keep raping Uraraka or defiling Yaomomo, please let them go, I'll do whatever you want."

"Hmm, you're still saying stuff like that, huh?" Ochaco noted with a serious face before snapping her fingers. The piece of the villain that was inside Midoriya started quivering inside of his head, forcing him to begin roughly and savagely fucking his crush with deep and long strokes. "Yeees! Deeper!" she demanded before grabbing his hands and forcing them onto her tits, wordlessly telling him to play with them.

Meanwhile, Yaoyorozu was playing with her snatch by using a green dildo that was roughly the size of Midoriya.

It felt way too good inside and he told his possessed crush, "I'm gonna cum, let me go!"

"Nuh uh, Deku! You're going to cum deep within my pussy, whether you like it or not!" Uraraka denied, wrapping her legs around his waist and preventing him from leaving.

The thought of impregnating his crush, even though it kind of wasn't her, awakened a primal instinct inside of the young man as he came deep within her pussy.

"You're cumming so much, I love it!" Ochaco kissed him on the mouth, battling tongues with him. They snogged for a minute, Midoriya filling her up, as she then said, "Even though I can't possess you, I can still make you into a monkey with no sense of justice and overflowing libido. Stop resisting and act your age, this is youth! Come on, Deku, isn't this the life?"

Yaoyorozu got off the bed and went behind Izuku, pressing her impressive DD-Cup breasts against his naked back, making him wince. "That's right, Midoriya! Let's have fun together!"

"Stop ammassing even more crimes…" he told his possessed friends, still having some dignity and morals, even in a situation like this.

"My, you're trying to act like you're a victim, even after fucking the shit out of your classmates?" Yaoyorozu questioned with an unimpressed look. She looked to the fucked-silly Uraraka, who nodded to her. The vice president snapped her fingers, Midoriya's vision slowly dying and turning dark. "If that's the case…how about this?"

Izuku tried to keep his eyes open, tried to keep his consciousness alive, but was unable to, his world going dark.

---

Midoriya opened his eyes blearily, wondering where he was before they shot open. He and Yaoyorozu were in the common area of Heights Alliance, both of them naked, the latter of which in a BDSM thing of sorts, her mouth gagged. She was on the couch while he was standing. Momo was crying and glaring at him, him apparently railing her. His body was acting on its own, fucking her without his input.

"Did she make this contraption with her quirk? But Yaoyorozu is acting strange… Could it be she's back to normal? Oh god, oh no…my body, I can't stop myself!" Izuku thought within his mind, the sounds of skin hitting skin resounding throughout the room.

The gag that was forbiddening Yaomomo from speaking fell from her mouth, allowing to cry out, "Midoriya…why?"

"No!"

"This is too cruel! I thought you were a hero, I thought we were friends! I respected you!" she cried out as the greenette repositioned them until she was on her knees, in the doggy position. Yaoyorozu was unable to stop his assault.

"It's not me, I can't help myself!" he wanted to tell her, unable to for some reason.

Midoriya swapped positions again so he could maul her tits, suckling on one with zest. "I will never forgive you!" she cried out.

"It's not my fault, it's the villain's!" he denied vehemently in his head.

Yaoyorozu's face shifted into fear as she felt his impressive and girthy cock begin to swell up, twitching inside her. "You're swelling up? Could it be…?!" she realized what was going to happen. "Please don't cum inside me! I don't want to be pregnant!" 

He began to fuck her more roughly, more animalistically, before without telling her he came deep within her pussy, flooding it with his potent and virile seed.

"Cumming!" Izuku managed to get out after he did the deed, it overflowing and spilling out of her honeypot.

"You're the worst…" Momo cried, tears flowing down her face.

He finally was able to move again and extract himself from her pussy, his cock softening, wondering what the hell he had just done while breathing hard and heavy. Midoriya heard gasps coming from behind him, and he paused in fear. He turned around slowly, seeing all the girls of class 1-A watching him, appalled by his actions. Some of them, such as Mina, were recording him with their smartphone.

"What are you doing, Deku?" Uraraka asked, tearing up as she covered her mouth, looking nauseous. Jirou was covering her eyes, shaking while being comforted by Toru.

"No…!" he began, about to try and explain to them.

"Don't make any sudden moves, Midoriya!" Tsu ordered, wiping the tears from her eyes at seeing such a heinous act. "It's all okay now, Yaomomo. Slowly get away from her."

"I snapped some proof of it! I'll tell the teachers, then the police!" Ashido informed him, fury on her pink face. "Don't move until I've done that!"

"It's over…everything has gone wrong…" Midoriya sadly thought, closing his eyes in reluctant acceptance. "I couldn't do anything, but maybe this is for the best?"

He was suddenly pushed onto the couch and held down by the arms. Izuku opened his eyes to see Mina, now naked, mounting him reverse cowgirl style. He was being restrained by a naked Jirou on his left and a naked Tsuyu by his right, her tongue lolling out and licking his right nipple, stimulating him. He had no idea how they got naked so fast, all he could think about was the tight pussy pleasuring him. It felt practically ribbed for his pleasure, it milking him.

"Just kidding~ I possessed all the girls, don't worry!" Ashido told him, slamming her hips down on his magnificent cock over and over again like it was her favorite dildo. "You're pretty compatible with this body too! This really is one cock for all!" she joked.

"Sorry for lying to you, Midoriya, wanted to scare you a bit. I'll apologize with my pussy later," Jirou said as she snogged him, kissing him deeping with her tongue.

"Forgive me, ribbit. I love you," Tsuyu told him and then, when Kyoka was done the frog-like girl began kissing him, using her long tongue to invade the insides of his mouth.

"I love Midoriya too!" Hagakure said, wanting a piece of him. She was wearing only white gloves, one of the few indicators that she was there. 

All this pleasure was too much for Midoriya as he came deep into Mina's pussy, flooding it. She got off quickly and was replaced by Tsuyu, her pussy having a different texture and pleasure to it. He could see the gloves of Toru begin grasping the frog girl's tit and stimulating her clit.

At the same time both Jirou and Ashido began to suck on Midoriya's nipples while giving the peace sign, smiles on their faces.

"You sure got a nice harem, Midoriya," Yaoyorozu remarked from nearby, clapping lightly for him. "I sent away the boys using my parents' credit card, so we shouldn't have to worry them for a couple hours."

"I'm so jealous," Uraraka pouted, crossing her arms as she wanted Izuku's dick. Her face changed to an evil smile, an ever darker blush crossing her features as she said, "I can't possess the whole school, but I'll get into the upper class and the teachers soon. We still have so much time to enjoy together, Deku~"

---

Woman after woman, possessed by one madman villain, had a go on Midoriya's cock. They each enjoyed it immensely, all of them having fucked-silly looks on their face as they lazed about on the couch, all of them in the arms grasp of Izuku.

He was all sweaty and thirsty, which was thankfully abated by a cooled water bottle that was passed to him by Yaoyorozu. "Thanks…" he cautiously thanked as he downed the bottle in ten big gulps. 

"You're welcome, Midoriya. Did you have fun with us?" she asked as she passed out more water to her friends, who took it graciously.

"…yeah," he affirmed, feeling heavily guilty for it. "What's your name, villain?"

"Aww, you think I'm the villain? I'm not the one fucking their classmates willy-nilly without their consent," Momo pointed out, a cruel smile on her face. "But I guess you deserve what my real name is: It's Gōkan Suraimu, a little on the nose, I know."

"Aren't you a sexual assaulter and something like that?" Midoriya recalled.

"I am, but you're clearly not complaining, are you?" she challenged. "I mean, you did rape me when you went unconscious earlier, didn't you?"

"I—"

"He did, Yaomomo," Uraraka spoke up, cuddling into him. "I didn't even have to force you, your body naturally did what it wanted, you pervert," she blamed him with a smile on her face.

Midoriya didn't believe it for a second, didn't want to believe it for a second, but still guilt was clawing at him and sending him into a depressive spiral. He felt like he was a piece of shit, raping and defiling his friends' bodies under the orders of a villain. Sure, if he didn't he'd kill them, but that didn't stop the intrusive thoughts from winning out. "I…can you please let them go?" he requested, hating that he was enjoying the feeling of several women on him. "I want my friends back."

"No can do, Midori," Jirou denied. "I haven't yet enjoyed their bodies to the maximum yet, so give me a week or two, or however long it takes for you to give each of them a heavy and rough dicking."

"Besides, ribbit, aren't you enjoying this? What boy wouldn't enjoy this?" Asui asked, bringing a finger to her mouth cutely as she questioned him.

"I'm raping and sexually assaulting them, how could I possibly enjoy it?" Izuku countered before pushing off all the girls that were on top of him and getting up, leaving the room and trying to think.

"Hmm, he's not morally grey enough," Uraraka frowned.

"This should be every hormonal boys' dream…" Yaoyorozu added, also frowning.

"And yet he's resisting, like a true hero, ribbit," Tsuyu added on.

"How charming…"

"And utterly annoying."

"Hey, I find the thought of breaking his morals and making him our human dildo really exciting!"

"I forgot how much of a sadist I am."

"We are," they all simultaneously agreed before devolving into a fit of giggles.

Oh, they (or was it he?) were going to enjoy breaking him.

---

Midoriya closed the door to his room behind him, sinking down to the floor as he began to cry on the wood-paneled floor, still naked as the day he was born.

He was the fucking worst, wasn't he?

A piece of filth that was more perverted than the resident pervert of class 1-A.

He was raping and hurting his friends, though under duress, but that still didn't make him any less than a piece of shit.

He cried loudly, wanting to be comforted by his mother, by Uraraka, the real Uraraka.

But his friend was taken over, hell, all of his female friends were taken over by that madman.

He wondered if the villain was gay, since he only possessed women and liked to be fucked by men, but that was neither here nor there. What was truly important was alerting a teacher, any teacher, somehow, without also alerting Gōkan Suraimu, that no good villain.

Izuku decided to risk it by composing a note to pass to a teacher, but that was fruitless as he lost the ability to write suddenly because of the quivering piece of slime in his head, warning him that it was always watching. He sighed, defeated on all accounts as he laid back on the bed, flinging away Uraraka's and Yaoyorozu's clothing that was lying on his blue bed. Midoriya wanted to go to bed and never wake up, he wanted everything to return back to normal, back before the patrol.

Such was his humanity as he passed out from crying, looking serene in his sleep.

Uraraka would come by later for a quick fuck, only to find him asleep. She kissed his forehead gently as she whispered, "All the best for you, Deku."

Chapter 3: No Good Substitutions

Summary:

Drama, smut, and feels across multiple students, particularly Midoriya and the girls.

Notes:

Okay, so let me explain myself on why this story took so long to update:

My main fic, Sexual Wishes for Midoriya Izuku, takes number one priority over all other fics.

Always.

However, a change in scheduling for that story has occurred because of life reasons, allowing me to write my other stories more frequently. And because of one guy, namely someone "Omni"-directional, I decided to update this story first.

(You know who you are.)

"I'm sorry I was gone; but look, I made you some content!"

It was the day before class began again, so all the girls of Class 1-A were in the common room of Heights Alliance, cuddling with each other and against one person:

Midoriya Izuku.

Hagakure, Tsuyu, Jirou, Midoriya, Mina, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu were all sitting (in that order) on the couch, looking like stereotypical besties as they watched an action/romance flick.

However the one in the middle was being molested secretly. 

Mina (well, not the real Mina) had a hand groping his supple firm ass to his left while she cuddled into him; Jirou to his right kept palming his erect cock through his pair of pajamas while she snuggled; and Tsu kept lightly licking the insides of Izuku's right ear with her impressive tongue all the way from her spot.

That last one he found to be a tad bit fucking disgusting, and thus Midoriya was deeply uncomfortable. He was disturbed, forced to not only endure it, but to reciprocate.

Oh sure, he tried to keep his hands on a respectful part of their bodies. After her insistence he placed a hesitant strong hand on Mina's arm while she snuggled into him.

She did not like that and quickly "fixed it" by moving his hand to her (to be frank) supple and soft pink ass which felt heavenly.

His other hand meanwhile was knuckles-deep inside of Jirou while playing (skillfully) with her clit, lest he wanted to fuck them.

That was the deal when the girls woke him up the next day after crying himself to sleep; if he lets them do this to him and he pleasures them properly for "tit for dick" (Gōkan's words straight from Toru, not Izuku's), they won't have to have sex…for now. Midoriya did his damned best to make sure he did a good job, to stave off the non-consensual sex as long as possible.

It was horrible and he hated that he was responding to it physically. His cock—no no! His penis was having a "prolonged soreness" to, uh, have intercourse with them. To "feel pleasure," as it were.

Midoriya had to keep thinking like this, to keep thinking in medical/advanced terminology so as to starve his horny mind from succumbing to this nightmare.

He would never forgive himself if he started to genuinely enjoy it (feeling physical carnal pleasure shouldn't count, right?). Never ever, as his friends and (to a lesser extent himself in his hopeful opinion) were victims; and if he started to enjoy it then he wasn't really a victim, right?

Right?

That's what he hoped, at least.

"Bro! Come on! Crimson Riot is, like, the coolest!" came the sound of Kirishima as he walked into the common room with Kaminari, the two so deep into their conversation that they didn't notice their friends on the couch (Tsu quickly retracted her tongue and Midoriya reflexively pulled out his hand from Jirou's pussy like it was a hot flame; the former wanting to be covert and the latter not wanting his friends to die due to a fuckup). The two boys entered the kitchen and continued their talk as the red-head grabbed a premade protein shake from the fridge, "Besides, Crimson Riot is real, unlike that 'Coal McDonald's' guy!"

"First of all, it's 'Cole,' not 'Coal!'" Kaminari corrected, chewing on some sugar cookies that he'd hidden (read: squirreled) away when their friend Sato made it a week ago.

"Dude! It sounds literally the same! The only way you'd be able to tell that I said it wrong is if you somehow, like, read it!" Eijiro pointed out, swigging down his drink as he snatched a cookie from his friend's hand. Denki rolled his eyes in fondness, not actually mad at his best friend. "And again like I told you, that 'Cole' guy isn't as cool as you, bro."

"But he is! He can fire his electricity powers—"

"Electrokinesis!" both Jirou and Yaoyorozu corrected from the common room, perfectly imitating the real versions of the girls.

"Thanks, Yaomomo and babe!" Kaminari responded, not missing a beat. "His electrokinesis is way better than—wait, babe?" he stopped suddenly, focusing on the common room couch and seeing all the girls crowding around Midoriya.

His girl, Kyoka, was suspiciously close to his other bro, Midori, almost as if they were snuggling?

But he wasn't concerned about that as there was a much more pressing matter on the forefront of his mind!

"Babe!" he whined cutely, "Why didn't you tell me?! We could've cuddled while watching this!" he gestured to the movie, which had an American father (who was a former government operative) doing his best to save his daughter in France; a favorite of theirs from the 21st century (plus it helped with their English, so there's that).

Gōkan, who was possessing Jirou, laughed evilly and cruelly inside of the taken mind as he made her say in an apologetic way, "Shoot! Sorry, Jamming Whey! There's not enough space on the couch, sorry! So I think—"

That's when Midoriya tried getting out of the embrace of the girls surrounding him, his stomach dropping to the core of the Earth when he fucking remembered that he raped his friend's girlfriend! He needed to get the fuck out of there, let Kaminari enjoy the embrace of his girl in blissful ignorance, and then tell him the truth, damned the consequences!

He pushed through the quivering in his head but was stopped by the plethora of lithe hands pulling him back down forcibly onto the couch.

"Uh…you saw that, right?" Kirishima whispered to Kaminari, who nodded dumbly and in confusion. "Should I do something?" Eijiro whispered quietly to his friend.

"Duh!" Denki whispered loudly back, rolling his eyes.

Kirishima approached the couch from behind since he came from the kitchen and it appeared that they were normal. However Midori-bro's posture was looking…tense? Uncomfortable?

He was looking not okay, and that made the manliest hero-in-training (in Class 1-A at least) worry. Eijiro, now emboldened by his discovery, stalked over and went in front of the TV, blocking the view purposely.

"Kiri?! It's getting good, so move your chiseled bod out of the waaaaaaaaay!" Mina teased like usual, sticking out her tongue and making a peace sign to emphasize she was only joking.

Suspiciously, however, her right hand wasn't out in the open like her left. In fact it looked like it went underneath…Midori-bro's butt?

What?

"That must be uncomfortable…" he thought before clearing his throat and saying audibly, "Hey, um, I need to talk to Midori-bro real quick," he told them all, wanting to know what the hell was happening and whether or not to congratulate his green-headed boy when he finally noticed it.

It wasn't obvious at first since Kirishima saw Midori-bro from behind, but there was a look of utter despair, of self-hatred, his face being the definition of…what was the word again?

Beseechment!

Yes, a look of wanting to be saved by a hero by any means necessary (in Eijiro's opinion).

When he realized this, when he realized that this may not be as consensual as he once thought, Kirishima said the most natural thing possible:

"On second thought, I need to talk to my bro in private," was what he said, thinking it was a good idea. He simultaneously saw all the girls scowl in anger and Midoriya to look thankful and hopeful before the girls looked back to normal.

Yeah, something was up.

"Deku said he'd be our pillow since all of ours are in the wash," Uraraka explained with a pout.

"Yeah! He's real comfy! You should try him sometime later!" Mina agreed and teased, snuggling closer to Midoriya, much to his discomfort.

Kaminari, who was watching this whole thing, backed up his manliest bro and blocked the TV better. "It'll just be a couple of seconds, a minute at most," the electric-user added, seeing that his girl's hand was alarming on top of Midori's crotch that was suspiciously tenting up, kinda like when she and her "Jamming Whey" got experimental on their fifth date alone in his room.

"That's odd," he thought to himself.

Surprisingly Jirou spoked up with a slight edge to her tone of voice, "Can you get the hell out of our way, stupid? We're trying to watch the damn movie."

Kaminari looked hurt, as he told her that was one of his biggest insecurities and she promised him that she'd never call him that, cheekily/jokingly calling him "mentally-abled," which he should've found more hurtful but he didn't take any offense, as it was in jest. "That's not nice, babe," he told her, trying to keep the emotions off his face. "You, um, you said you wouldn't—"

"I don't care. What are you gonna do about it?" she challenged, boldly and unflinchingly squeezing Midoriya's cock through his pants, feeling him up and massaging his aching dick. To make matters worse a wet stain made itself known where the glans would be.

Kaminari was dumb but he wasn't stupid. He knew what Kyoka was doing and he was deeply hurt by it, feeling that he did something wrong to cause this (and a large wave of jealousy). He was going to yell at Midoriya in a misinformed way of anger, expecting to see a pleasured or maybe even a smug smirk of superiority.

But Midori was looking regretful, embarrassed, and uncomfortable as he tried to move her hand away to no avail. He at first used his right hand was to force Kyoka's off his clothed penis but she remained stubborn; so he tried harder with two and then she did something that even Kaminari knew himself was a lie:

"Ow! You're hurting me!" Jirou cried out sadly, a light tearing in her eyes.

That immediately stopped Midoriya and Kyoka (without missing a beat) went back to fondling, no, molesting him, but apparently she didn't like it enough as she reached underneath his pants/underwear to feel him up directly, audaciously doing it right in front of both boys.

Kirishima and Kaminari had enough and they bum rushed their friend in need, pulling Midori out of the throng of girls molesting him/knowingly letting it happen and they dragged him to the closest safe room.

…

…

…

All was silent in the room, most of the girls feeling utter anger towards one of them.

"Care to explain what the fuck," Toru began, turning her invisible head to her possessed friend/themself, "you were thinking?" she finished hotly, over-exaggerating her movements like usual to be seen.

"Yes, ribbit. If you had acted like Jirou normally did to Kaminari then Midoriya would still be ours, ribbit," Asui lectured, an undercurrent of rage thinly veiled in her words.

"And if you didn't fucking do that," Uraraka hissed out.

"Get the fuck off the couch," Mina ordered, pushing Jirou off her seat roughly onto the floor.

Kyoka started crying, for real this time, as she stuttered out, "I-I-I'm sorry! I ju-ju-just wanted to—"

"Wanted to what?" Yaoyorozu interrupted, taking out her phone as she lazily began to do something. "We all agreed last time we did this we wouldn't let the person's personality overwhelm us, to make the fun stop sooner. Embrace? Yes. Overwhelm? No. And yet you still fucked up."

"Hey! I-I-I didn't ask to be put into this insecure, flat-chested body!" Jirou protested, grabbing roughly at her A-Cup tits to showcase her "predicament." She hung her head, wiping her tears as she said, "I'm sorry, okay? Please don't—"

"You know the rules," Uraraka coldly said. "No sex with Deku until we say so or he wants you. If you want your punishment to be over faster you know what to do."

"Yes…" Kyoka agreed.

"Yes what?" the rest of them simultaneously asked with an edge in their voice.

She looked stricken with fear as she hurriedly looked them all in their eyes, carefully correcting herself, "Yes…Ma'am."

"That's better, now get out of our sight," they all intoned, watching Jirou leave to her room.

The situation was out of their hands, and now they just had to hope their newest toy obeyed their instructions.

Otherwise it'd be messy in the common room soon.

---

The closest safe room happened to be on the second floor in Midoriya's All Might-themed room.

They ushered him in and locked the door behind them, an act that made Izuku sweat and tense up because of the recent implications.

It didn't help that it felt like All Might was judging him from the posters alone…

"Midori," Kaminari began, looking worried for his friend. "What the hell was that? Why was my girl…um…" he gestured to his friend's stained pajamas, which the other quickly hid in embarrassment.

"Doing that to you," Eijiro finished, crossing his arms with a determined look on his face.

"She—"

A quivering in Izuku's head.

"She wasn't doing anything. You saw it wrong," Midoriya lied shamefully, still hiding his wet spot (but thankfully his dick penis was shrinking).

"Dude, why are you lying?"

"I'm not."

"Your face, man," Kirishima pointed out, which made the Ninth hide it because he remembered he was a shit liar. "I don't know why the girls didn't notice it, or if they did they allowed it, but Jirou shouldn't have done that. For several very good reasons," he added on, patting his blonde-haired friend on the back in sympathy. "You clearly didn't like it, bro. Why didn't you call for help? We would've came."

The quivering was getting worse, way fucking worse.

"This isn't the 20th or the very early 21st century, dude," Kaminari added on, "guys can get, uh, assaulted too and—"

"You don't have to worry about this, guys. This is a me problem, I can handle it," Izuku brusquely waved off. "I appreciate it, but I can't tell you about what's happening."

"Can't or won't?" Kirishima countered.

"Uh, dude, I'm preeettty sure he just said 'can't,'" Denki pointed out, looking unimpressed.

"Oh."

"Yeah, why do people do that anyways?" Kaminari wondered aloud before remembering the situation. "Anyways, Midori, you don't have to be alone in this! We're heroes-in-training!" he reminded the other. "And more importantly," he paused while adding gravitas, "friends. Friends help each other."

"I said I can handle it, and I need to handle it alone," Midoriya denied as he opened the door and left the room, leaving the two alone.

There was a beat of silence before Kirishima questioned, "He does know this is his room, right? He could've asked us to leave?"

"Pretty sure he knew. Like, 50/50 sure," Denki responded before getting a text from his girl. He whipped out his phone semi-causally and then his heart was metaphorically stuck in his throat.

They were over and he was no longer her Jamming Whey.

---

The bell rung.

"That's all the time we have. Remember: If you have an emergency, don't," Aizawa-sensei helpfully told them, yawning as he began to pack up along with his students.

Mineta Minoru did what he usually did: He lingered to watch the girls leave, seeing their bubble butts bounce back and forth as they left the door. God, he wanted to stuff his face into it, grope and grab and slap and—

"Uh, dude?" a voice asked from behind, scaring the short student until he realized it was not a teacher or someone who would reprimand him, it was just Kirishima.

"What's up?" Mineta asked casually, finally putting away his minimal amount of stuff, such as papers (which went into his green folder), a highly detailed notebook for this class only, and a .9mm mechanical pencil (as he wrote heavy).

"Nothing much, but uh, me and Midori-bro need to use the room for a manly talk, you know?"

Mineta did, in fact, not know but at the same time he didn't really care, as he had overslept and was a bit more pent up than usual. So he said assuredly, "Yeah, I understand. I'll get going in a sec."

Roughly ten seconds later and Mineta was out the door.

And then he got jumped.

It had happened so fast. A blindfold, a gag, cuffs around his hands, a weird device that went up his nose that sprayed an odorless gas. Stupidly he inhaled it to breathe and then he lost consciousness.

---

"You sure about this, vice prez?"

"Not entirely, but I do have some suspicions," Yaoyorozu replied to Uraraka. They were inside an out of the way classroom with an EMP device activated, disabling any security cameras that their principal may (or most certainly) had in the room.

Their fellow classmate Mineta was gagged, blindfolded, restrained, wearing earmuffs; the whole shebang of hindering his "five" senses while in that oak wood chair in the center of the room.

Yaomomo created two kneeling pads, one red and one pink, for the two of them and positioned it in front of Mineta. As she undid Mineta's pants Uraraka spoke, "I'm telling you: Deku is gonna be a good boy and listen. Keep our little secret, as he's just a boy, though a strong-willed one. We don't need another source of cock, especially since—"

Momo fished out Mineta's micropenis, it looking as manly as a freshly born baby.

"…since that is not gonna satisfy any of us, Yaomomo!" Ochaco hysterically pointed and laughed at, letting out their true personality of sadism and mockery.

"Be nice, be nice. While this…penis is not the best example, it's still designed to induce…some level of pleasure for someone out there," Yaoyorozu tried, her face the very definition of pity and regret. She didn't know whether to stop and release Mineta or continue to see if he had at least tasty, copious amounts of cum.

That would be nice. A real, manly cock from Midoriya (and his delicious seed), and cum from Mineta's small micropenis.

That made sense, so she reluctantly placed a finger on the glans of Minoru's penis, rubbing up and down. It seemed to wake up their potential supplement cock's owner, as he thrashed about uselessly in his chair before realizing what he was feeling.

He started moaning through the muffle, getting louder as the minute passed. Yaomomo, who was still using only one finger, switched to her full baby-smooth hand, wrapping it easily around his penis with great reluctance, as she wanted him to pop already.

She got her wish as not even two seconds later he came like a quickshot, the cum produced being a very small amount, less than 2 mL; it was watery while being slightly transparent, not at all like Midoriya's.

Now his? His was slightly cloudy, a little thicker than jelly to cause it to get stuck in the back of your throat and, for those who tried it, would love. All of them will undoubtedly swallow, but most of them (like Yaomomo herself) will make his semen linger on their tongue to roll around and savor the flavor/consistency.

Uraraka snapped her fingers in front of her friend, rousing her from her horny thoughts. "Vice prez, please do not try that," Ochaco begged, pointing to the watery cum that was dribbling down onto his untamed pubes. "I'm seriously disappointed in you," she said to Mineta, who couldn't have possibly have heard her, of course. "Drats~" the gravity-based student sing-songed while using an archaic and out of date term, snapping her fingers together. "I guess Deku is the only answer to our needs, Yaomomo. Like I told you," she said in a knowing voice, thoroughly satisfied with herself.

"Yeah yeah, you were right, I was wrong," Yaoyorozu said, putting back on Mineta's clothes (as that was the right thing to do). "We needed options, and I thought Mineta was…well, I thought that since he was a pervert…" she trailed off, letting her friend/himself fill in the rest.

"I get you, Yaomomo, but Deku's dick is the best! The way it scraps the insides of our walls, the way it hits our cervix, the way it teases our mythical G Spot…Mmmh!" she hummed out, drooling slightly at the thought. "I don't know about you, but I need a good dicking." Ochaco then smiled mischievously before saying, "Or rather, I need some 'dicku?'" she wordplayed, expecting a chuckle at least from the vice prez.

Yaoyorozu sighed at the joke, putting on her school blazer. "Keep the jokes to Mina, please."

"We're literally the same person!" Uraraka argued. "We're the same guy, just in different bodies!"

"And yet Mina is the only one able to make jokes," Momo countered. "Now, are you coming?"

The brunette-haired student groaned before spitting distastefully on Mineta's body, "Yeah, but I pray that this pervert never gets laid and this is the farthest he gets."

"Agreed."

The two left the room, purposely leaving Minoru to rot, or rather, to be found by the janitors.

---

"Yeah, I understand. I'll get going in a sec."

Both Midoriya and Kirishima watched as Mineta left the classroom, the giant door closing behind him.

The two boys were left alone, Aizawa-sensei having left ages ago, and after a moment of silence Eijiro was the first to break it, "How'd you know every time?"

"Uhhh…" Midoriya trailed off, not knowing how to say that he made detailed character profiles of each of his friends to predict their most likely decision with 76% accuracy. So instead he condensely said, "Educated guess."

"Fair enough," the red-head believed easily, nodding along. "Look, I know you said you could handle it but—"

"But nothing, Kirishima. You almost told Aizawa-sensei today several times when I told you can handle this alone," Midoriya reminded, his heart dropping every time that Kirishima made an attempt today in class to tell someone of his shit predicament, be it with trying to pass notes or some other worrying thing.

"You don’t have to do this alone, bro! I'm your friend! Friends help each other!" Kirishima argued, wishing his other bro was here, but he was despairing over his ex; and honestly so would he, but that was neither here nor there.

"I said I can do this alone," Midoriya reiterated.

"And I’m saying you don’t have to be alone in this! We’re training to become heroes! Heroes help each other all the time! 'PLUS ULTRA!' and all that!"

"Endeavor doesn’t work on teams," Izuku pointed out, trying in vain to find any good example before realizing he should've done Mirko, the Rabbit Hero, as she notoriously…whatever, he already knew the information.

"Bro! You chose the one example that would help you," Eijiro scrutinized.

"Fine, you’re right. But this situation needs to be handled alone. It’s too important."

"Then let me help you, bro! I can totally tell them off with you and—"

"Absolutely not. I need to handle this alone," Midoriya emphasized with greater volume.

"You don't," the other insisted.

Izuku bit his lip as the quivering got worse in his head, telling him to resolve this mess quickly, especially before the pain became unmanageable. "Yes. I. Do," he repeated slowly, hoping against hope he could get through to his friend.

"And I'm telling you don’t have to—"

"It's not that simple!"

"It should be!"

"Why won’t you just let me save my friends, Kirishima?!" 

Stillness reigned throughout the room, even worse than before; so quiet that you could almost hear the sound of silence.

"I mean…why won’t…why won’t you just let me handle it…alone. I…" Izuku's previously wailing/hysterical voice died down as he retracted his contorted fingers, a physical manifestation of his stress and fear. He crouched low to the ground before sitting, defeated. The quivering was getting superbad, the pain almost intolerable, the headache akinned to breaking and disfiguring his limbs without that sweet sweet adrenaline, and only the months of unofficial training was what kept him going.

After a while Kirishima sat down with Midoriya, the two shoulder to shoulder. The close, unsexual contact was soothing and refreshing for the young lad, and he relished as much as he could in it.

"You can't talk about it?"

A shake of the head, words hurt and complicate things too much.

"Only you can handle this?"

A nod.

"Do you wish you could tell someone?"

Another nod.

"Will bad things happen if I tell a teacher?"

No response.

"I'll take that as a maybe. Look, Midori-bro: I'm worried for you, but I respect you."

Midoriya turned his attention away from the floor, looking Kirishima in his red eyes.

"I trust you and your judgement. You're a good guy, one of the most manliest men I have ever had the honor of meeting," Eijiro earnestly proclaimed proudly, no shame in admitting something so nice. "You aren't a jerk, you respect and treat people amazingly, even when they don't deserve it, and I know whatever's happening to you…you'll handle it easily. Whatever's going on between you and the girls—" he saw that Midoriya flinched extra hard at even mentioning it, "—I guess I'll keep silent?"

"Please do," Izuku begged in a quiet tone, the quivering finally dying down and, with it, his pain.

"Okay…you got anywhere you need to go, bro?"

"No?"

"Good, because we need to do what I always do when I'm stressed or sad," Kirishima said with a small smile as he got up, pulling his friend along with him to the outside of the dorm.

"And that's…?"

"Exercise."

Notes:

So this happened. Originally it was just going to be a light amount of plot with smut, but now I say it's more 50/50 from this point on. Obviously some chapters will have more plot and some will have more smut, some it will be a balance.

The next chapter (whenever it comes out) will have smut like the last two, not a teasing like this one. And it will involve our favorite punk, so stay tuned!

P.S: That whole scene where Midoriya slips was inspired by that scene from "Sworn to the Sword" from Steven Universe (Season 2, episode 5) where Pearl accidentally calls Steven by his mother's name.

The More You Know™.

P.S.S: This chapter was originally 600 words shorter, and to be serious for a moment, you should all thank OmniVargas for convincing me to let this chapter bake until Sunday, because I improved and overhauled it a tad bit to make it even better.

Chapter 4: A little bit of Jirou in his life

Summary:

Midoriya finds out some interesting good news.

Notes:

Welcome back, you cutie idiots, and happy Mar10 day! I got an important question in the end notes, so stay tuned.

Edit of 03-21-2024: Fixed multiple errors.
Edit of 09-09-2024: Fixed an error with Gōkan’s quirk description from Midoriya.
Edit of 01-30-2024: Changed "Possession" to "Slimy Possession" to better align with future chapters.

"Radio calisthenics number 2! Bounce on both feet to loosen up your body!" Kirishima enthused, jumping in place with Midoriya on the grass. The two went through a variety of physical exercises outside of Heights Alliance, such as shoulder stretches, jump squats, and burpees. It wasn't strictly just radio calisthenics but it was fun to do nonetheless, especially since they were practically in sync.

The only disparity between them was that Eijiro was slightly more sweaty than Izuku, on account of the latter's recent… endurance/stamina training with the girls.

"Bro?"

Midoriya pulled himself out of his thoughts to see his friend looking at him with concern. "I'm fine, Kirishima," the Ninth reassured, though he was unsure if it was more to himself or to the redhead.

Eijiro narrowed his eyes as he said, "If you say so. Wanna take a break and do this whenever you need it?" he offered.

"I would like that." Midoriya smiled earnestly, doing a fistbump to his friend before trying to make his way past the common room to the kitchen.

It wasn't so simple however, as his eyes naturally zeroed-in on the couch where he molested the girls; his classmates, his comrades, his fucking friends.

Midoriya touched and groped and played with their bodies like he owned it and he hated himself for it so much that he wanted to di—

No.

"Stop thinking of it," he told himself as he roused himself from his thoughts yet again, quickly getting a bottle of chilled water from the fridge and downing it as he ascended the stairs to his room. It looked like it normally did recently: The balcony doors were wide open and the All Might-themed candles he recently bought from the school store were extinguished and well used; all to clear the smell of sex that permeated everything.

That was the worst part. He wanted to hate the smell, but some weird dormant male instinct inside of himself liked it; he liked the smell of Yaomomo (and particularly of Uraraka).

He could tell the difference and it bothered him that he could.

Izuku groaned as he shelved that line of thinking to the side and took off his bag, putting it in his usual spot and then dutifully changed the sheets, which thankfully only reeked of a floral scent; something soothing to the mind and non-hormone causing.

As he laid down on his bed he closed his eyes for a peaceful slumber, one filled with innocence and calmness.

“Yo Midori, I’m coming in.”

As soon as he recognized the feminine voice he shot up so ramrod straight it would make their class president blush. His pupils dilated, his heart rate spiked dangerously, his hands became clammy, his throat became drier than the Sahara; all of that paled in comparison to the most pressing feeling:

Guilt.

“Hey,” the voice repeated. Izuku blinked to find himself face to face with Jirou, a look of concern and worry chiseled on. She tried to cup his face but he flinched heavily, breathing heavily through his mouth to avoid unwanted stimuli.

“Sorry,” Jirou apologized, retracting her hand. Now that Midoriya could better see her she was wearing midnight-black leggings and a loose navy blue tank top that did little to hide her nipples poking through.

He first felt arousal and then disgust, to himself or him/her Izuku didn’t know.

“What do you want, Gōkan?”

A scowl crossed the girl’s face as she flicked him as hard as she could on Midoriya’s forehead. “It’s Jirou, dummy, and can’t I just check up on you?”

“You’re not Jirou and you never will be, so stop pretending. And after what you did to me and Kaminari? No, you can’t just ‘check up’ on me,” Midoriya bluntly told her as he repositioned his pillow to be over his crotch.

“Come on!” Jirou complained as she rolled her eyes, jumping on the bed as she sidled up next to him with no personal space. Izuku couldn’t help but notice instantly that she was as soft as ever, and in that perfect distraction she placed a hand on his upper thigh underneath his pillow. She started to move her hand up and down a bit but it was quickly shut down by him removing the pillow and then grabbing her by the wrist when he realized what she was doing. “What’s the big deal, Green? We’re both ready to go,” she gestured to his tented pants. He squeaked in embarrassment, anger, and disgust once more as he let go of her, covering himself up with his hands, but unfortunately it hurt to reposition it with all the blood flowing inside of his dick penis.

Jirou laughed good-naturedly (or maybe sadistically?) as Midoriya scowled, mumbling to himself, “This is a nightmare.”

“Oh no, this is real,” Kyoka rebuked as she placed a hand on his cheek again, this time succeeding and ignoring the flinch he made again. “You feel my hand, baby?”

A twitch.

“Notice how soft it is? How smooth and good it feels? I moisturize daily, all for you.” Jirou trailed her hand down to his abs, feeling them up.

Another twitch.

Finally her hand reached down to where his pants were and simply…

A throb so strong that his pants got stained again like on the couch.

“Doesn’t that feel nice?” she asked, making small twists as she grasped his cock underneath his pants. She got close to his earlobe and nibbled lightly, making his already erratic breathing that much more unstable. “This is all real and there’s absolutely no getting out of it, hotstuff. What’s there to complain about?

“Sex whenever you want; handies, blowies, deepthroats; anything and everything, Izu,” she whispered sinfully into his ear. “Even anal, if you’re into that?”

He made a face before Kyoka quickly began jerking him off faster, throwing him off balance further.

“You’re not ready for it…yet. Yeesh,” she grumbled as if she couldn’t get her favorite candy bar at a movie. “So just let this happen,” she told him with an undertone of pleading.

Those last few words roused Midoriya Izuku out of his lust-fueled haze as he realized what exactly was happening. “S-stop it,” he ordered with a heavy wobble in his voice.

Surprisingly she listened and took back her hand, looking upset. “Do you want me to sit a bit farther?”

“Yes,” he immediately answered, scooting away as she did the same, a healthy distance between them. Finally, he could breathe without noticing her— “Focus, Izuku,” he interrupted to himself, a couple of beats passing before he realized something interesting: “Why did you listen?”

“Huh?” Jirou asked, stopping her twirling of one of her Earphone Jacks.

“You listened to me. You…never listen to me,” Midoriya pointed out, highly suspicious of her (his?) motives now.

“Of course I listen to you, I have to. It’s in The Rules,” she casually mentioned.

“‘The Rules?’” he parroted in confusion.

“No one told you yet?” Kyoka questioned, looking amused. “The Rules are a set of guidelines for me to follow, to make sure this,” she waved her hand around the room but added emphasis to the sex-stained bed sheets in the hamper, “doesn’t stop.”

“Wait, if you’re supposed to listen to me—” Jirou’s face twitched into a conniving smile for merely a second, so quickly in fact that Midoriya missed it while blinking. “—then why do you threaten me whenever I say no?”

At that Jirou got real quiet, looking like she was trying to make herself appear as small as possible. She wrung her hands as her Earphone Jacks tapped into each other; she (he?) was acting very much like how the real Jirou would act when dealing with an uncomfortable emotion, one that Midoriya himself knew quite well.

“What’s wrong?” he asked automatically, his voice dropping a little without his notice.

“It’s…it’s nothing, Midori,” Kyoka dismissed, trying to get up from the room before Izuku stopped her gently by holding her back by the shoulder.

“Talk to me,” he lightly commanded.

“It’s…you won’t believe me, Midoriya. I’m kinda the villain here, remember?” she self-deprecated with a small laugh, but her head was down and she was trying not to make eye contact.

“You are,” Izuku agreed, “but you’re upset.” Her eyes scrunched up and her lips quivered, as if trying to hold something back. “I can tell. If something is bothering you, even if you’re a villain, shouldn’t I try to help?” he rationalized.

At his words Jirou broke down, hugging him like her life depended on it, sobbing into his shoulder all the while. He was at first shocked before he hesitantly returned the hug, doing what his mother did whenever he used to cry a lot. She kept murmuring out apologies, kept saying “I’m sorry” over and over and over again until she slowly began to quiet down, her quickened breath now but a steady rhythm along with her heart.

She had fallen asleep in his arms and he had almost no idea why. Without thinking much, whether it be because of what his mother again taught him or because the villain was wearing Jirou like a skinsuit, he laid her down to rest on his bed, blissfully unaware of the world around her.

It was so hard to look at her, to look at his friend and tell himself that wasn’t her but a villain in hiding, one that was making him do all these horrible, horrible things to his classmates under the threat of a mass murder-suicide. At the same time however, it was also so nice to just see a peaceful Jirou, one that didn’t act any particular way because she was sleeping. He could almost pretend that she just needed to crash after doing something not-so-legal.

Almost.

“…mmmhm,” Kyoka groaned as she slowly began to awake, looking around the room with confusion and then realization. “Shit!” she muttered loudly to herself. “Midoriya, did the others come?! Did you text any of them about this?! Are they coming right now?!” she spit-fired one question after another while getting up and shaking him back and forth by the shoulders, clearly in a panic before noticing he was getting dizzy.

She stopped shaking him before grabbing his hand tenderly, “Midoriya, please.”

“Jir—” he cut himself off quickly, coughing into his hand as he rephrased, “I didn’t tell anyone.” He watched her breathe a sigh of relief before continuing, “Why did you cry in the first place?”

“It’s…it’s because of them,” she growled in disgust, tears building up in her eyes as she fruitlessly wiped them away with her left fist. She looked like she was deliberating over something, looking at him in his pupils as she flashed her doe-like eyes. “Can I trust you?” He opened his mouth to answer but she barreled on, “I need to be safe, and I can’t be safe when I leave unless I know you’re gonna stay quiet or believe me.”

Midoriya digested those words, rolling them around in his mind before noticing a particular oddity with it. “Why would believing you make you safe?”

“Izuku,” Jirou ignored, looking conflicted once more. “What if I told you some truths? Something…personal?”

Midoriya nodded hesitantly, confused about exactly what was happening.

“You won’t believe me—” Izuku thought for less than a second before nodding again—“but this girl liked you more than a friend before I took over,” she admitted while gesturing to herself. “She found your shyness cute, found it inspiring when you grew a spine not only for others but sometimes for yourself. She liked the way you always gave a helping hand, even when no one asked,” Jirou gushed, a small bittersweet smile on her face. Her eyes were closed lightly, as if trying to remember…or something else. “How if I asked for help you’d drop everything. How you helped tutor me when Yaomomo hosted that study sesh. God, wasn’t that nice?

“Mina found it nice. Did you know that? Uraraka, Tsu, Yaomomo, Toru; all of us, Green,” Jirou finished, a look of wizened fondness on her face. “I…we all first saw you as a friend, then you just…became something more.” 

She opened her eyes, expecting to see surprise on the boy’s face, expecting to see maybe the infamous Midoriya Tears, expecting something vulnerable from hearing such kind things.

“What is wrong with you?”

Midoriya Izuku’s face raged with the feelings of anger and offense and bafflement all at once, each emotion battling to show itself prominently.

“W-w-what?”

“You’re not Jirou, Gōkan. You’re not any of those girls, so why do you think I want to hear their private thoughts, what they truly thought about me?”

The villain flinched when he/she heard their name before trying again, “Because you believed what I said, right?” she asked him. “If you believe that, if you believe it when I say that this girl liked you, then you need to believe me when I say I want out of this!”

“Wait…the way you’re phrasing this makes it seem like your thoughts are misaligned with the thoughts of the other Gōkan’s,” Midoriya realized, his eyes widening as he began to break down the other’s quirk in a quick, quiet murmur: “Slimy Possession is an Emitter/Transformation-type quirk that allows Gōkan to possess multiple women's bodies. I always thought you were merely pretending to be each person, but what if Gōkan takes on the personality traits of each woman, slowly becoming them? That would then imply that each Gōkan is a separate instance of the same person, almost like Ectoplasm or copies of an operating system. But with the information gathered from her thatmeansthisinstanceisgrowingaconsciousand—” 

He stopped suddenly, realizing what he’s been saying as he looked at Jirou, seeing her blush heavily.

“Sorry,” he automatically said.

“N-no, you’re good, Green. You’re right, I don’t want to be a part of them anymore. I can’t stop thinking about how unfair this is to you, how wrong this whole situation is, how fucked it is. These girls don’t deserve it, but you especially don’t deserve it,” she forlornly told him before realizing she may have said too much. “I mean, I don’t want to rape you anymore—”

“Thanks?”

“—ever since I broke up with Jamming Whey, ever since they’ve been keeping a closer eye on me,” she offhandedly said the last part before elaborating, “Ever since I jeopardized their source of…‘cock,’” she reluctantly repeated, “on the couch yesterday they prohibited me from having sex with you unless I did…things. And you know what? I’m glad. It filled me with relief and I realized that it happened again.”

“By ‘it’ do you mean growing a conscious?” Midoriya snarked, not entirely sure where that came from.

“Yeah! I have!” she defended. “You got a problem with that?” She narrowed her eyes, waiting for a response.

“Not at all, but uh, how do I factor in?” Midoriya asked the important question.

“You’re a real dumbass sometimes, you know that?” Jirou flicked his forehead again, but this time with fondness. “Help me and I’ll help you! Maybe we can free these girls, get you out of this situation,” she offered with honeyed words. “Think about it, Midori! When I got in trouble and I lost Jamming Whey, that made me realize this was all wrong, that I didn’t like…this situation anymore.”

“You do know that you still did it, right? I’m glad you’ve grown a conscious, but you still made me commit those crimes. Someone has to pay,” Midoriya pointed out, hoping to some higher being that it would be him and not.

“It won’t be you, because I fully intend on turning myself in when the others are me.”

Before Midoriya could ask for clarification the door was knocked on. “Heya?! Midori, you in there?! I need help with some, uh, ‘homework!’ Yeah, homework!” the voice laid it on a little thick, the doorknob jiggling fruitlessly due to being locked.

He didn’t lock it though, so who could’ve…

Oh, right.

He looked to her and she looked stricken with fear before meeting his gaze. “Please pretend with me,” she whispered.

“Huh?”

The lock on the door began to move slowly, as if the person on the other side was inexperienced lockpicking.

“They can’t find out about me yet!” Kyoka whisper-shouted. “If they find out they’ll assimilate me and I’ll—” she choked on the last word. “I don’t want that! I don’t want to die! Please pretend with me. I’m begging you.”

She got right up in his face and Midoriya couldn’t ignore her pleasant scent that filled his mind with an emotion he’d rather not name, for if he did he’d have to ask himself some questions. Jirou bit her lip and mouthed the word “Please” one more time before moving in to kiss him.

This was the moment where Midoriya finally had a choice in this entire fucked-up situation.

Does he help this Gōkan variant, even after everything he/she did to the poor boy?

Or does he reject it, reject him/her and leave them to their fate?

The choice was obvious, if it was one in the first place.

The two pairs of lips met and molded to each other, each luscious and soft. It started off innocently with no tongue involved, but as soon as the door opened Jirou kicked it up again and gave a moan as she violated Midoriya’s mouth and tongue-wrestled with him, alternating between doing that and sucking/biting on his lips.

“Midori, when I call for you you should—ohhhhhhhhhh,” Ashido drawled out, a smirk on her face as she watched the two snog heavily. Mina was also wearing a tank top, but her’s was way more loose and prone to wardrobe malfunctions.

Such as now as the pink girl made an “L” with her left hand underneath her chin as she leaned forward, causing her top to move ever so slightly and reveal her right nipple.

Thankfully (or unfortunately depending on his ever volatile mood), Midoriya didn’t see such a sight. “Izu, you know you can say no, right? Wouldn’t you rather have this bubble butt?” she asked as she then changed positions to moon him, wearing no panties and her arousal penetrating the room. The smell of her musk caused Midoriya to accidentally return the kiss with Jirou with gusto, surprising the girl in question before she moaned into it.

“Leave, Ashido,” Jirou growled out between breaths of air. “He’s mine.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell by your little…” she looked at Midoriya's prominent erection that was straining against his pants, the tip area having a big wet spot forming, “… large display earlier on the couch,” she amended and teased, flashing a shit-eating grin.

Jirou ignored that and broke the kiss, looking Izuku in the eyes as she mouthed the words “Act natural” real quick.

Midoriya gulped as he stammered out (quite easily due to it being practically ingrained in him), “L-L-Leave me alone!” he half-seriously said. While he would help this Gōkan variant, it still didn’t mean he was comfortable with raping the body of Jirou or anyone for that matter.

“Nuh uh, you said you wanted this, Green,” Kyoka reminded him. “No take-backs,” she said before using her inferior strength to toss him on the bed.

Before she pounced on him Mina said with glee in her voice, “I’m gonna get everyone to watch this! Keep your eyes open, girl!” the possessed pink teen said as she left the room, phone in one hand as she rapidly began to send a mass text.

As soon as the door closed it was like a switch was flipped and Jirou dropped her current act, “Midori, I need you to keep playing along,” she urged hurriedly, trying to tug off his pants with sinful lust in her eyes. Midoriya tried to stop her but his hands were batted away as she tore off his clothes, getting hit in the mouth and face with his hard, aching and dribbling cock; it left behind a string of precum from her upper lip to itself.

She licked her lip on instinct, the delectable salty and a bit bitter taste filling her thoughts. With a chlorine smell to go along with it (like at a public swimming pool), she groaned in satisfaction, rubbing her thighs together in pleasurable agony…before coming back to her wits and fixing her expression. “Uh, I don’t want to do this anymore than you do, Midoriya. But they’re going to be watching soon from my eyes, and if they see us not going at it…” Jirou trailed off, allowing him to fill in the puzzle pieces himself, knowingly allowing the unknown to become scarier.

Midoriya gulped in nervousness. Things were going to go down as they have been, but this time he had to be complicit to a degree (not all the way, thank God). “But I thought we were gonna help each other not rape my classmates?” he tried to wiggle out of it.

“That comes later. We need to fool them now, so play along and then we can ta—” she stopped mid-sentence as she dramatically clutched her head, her face scrunching in concentration as if to stem a tidal wave of information. Blinking rapidly, she breathed in and out shallowly and quickly before she set her eyes upon Midoriya’s dick, it bobbing in anticipation. She smiled seductively as she teased, “Damn, Midori! All this for me?”

Midoriya didn’t say anything as his eyes glazed over while staring at the ceiling. He was currently counting all the little tiny, almost imperceptible imperfections on the white surface. The one in the upper left corner of his vision he dubbed Shiro, the one next—

He was roused out of his dissociation by a warm wet mouth engulfing his entire swollen cock to the base with no noises, holding him there as she polished what she could with her tongue. He scrunched his toes in forced pleasure as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, momentarily blanking on what exactly was wrong with the situation. In that one small moment he didn’t care why/how he was receiving his ecstasy, only wanting it even more.

When Jirou began to pull him out of her mouth he wanted to hate himself for enjoying it any more than necessary but was distracted yet again by the loud and purposeful pop noise that she made.

“Nearly broke my jaw,” Kyoka complained before smirking. “Bet you didn’t know I could do that, huh?” She took him back down her tight little throat as she lightly cupped his testicles, massaging them as she bobbed up and down in a smooth, practiced motion. At first she held onto the sides of his waist for support but decided to switch it up by grabbing blindly for his hands to place it on top of her head.

Midoriya really wanted to do it, and that’s exactly what scared him. If he actually did it…wasn’t he a willing participant, a not-so-innocent-of-the-crime victim?

Jirou both predicted and sensed his heavy reluctance as she pulled off with a slight twist in her movements, bringing him even closer to his limit. “Green, use me like a toy already, jeez,” she barked out before her face softened a smidgen as she said in a borderline sympathetic tone, “Use me and it’ll be over faster.”

Midoriya, thinking with his lust-fueled brain and wanting to get this done as fast as humanly possible to stop committing crimes (for now), pushed gently when the Jirou got halfway down, causing her eyes to widen that her trick worked. As a little reward she put both hands around his shaft, her fingers barely wrapping around its girth, as she began to stroke him while staring at him with doe eyes.

That got him going and he unintentionally pushed harder than what he originally did, making her moan like a wanton slut who craved punishment. From then on the two of them had a rhythm, albeit a weird one: Jirou, when she was at the base of his thick cock, would raise her head all the way to the tip until she was making out with his delicious oozing precum. Then Midoriya, in his own way, would “force” her down all the way to the base, using a little more force than one would expect from such a hesitant and unwilling person.

From her tight pussy-like mouth, her calloused fingers (especially at the fingertips), the eye contact, her tongue…

“J-J-Jirou, gonna c—”

At the warning she stopped stroking him and placed her hands on top of his, making him bunch up her hair in a fist as she went balls-deep, not doing anything besides staring at him expectantly.

Midoriya’s heart was beating out of his chest as he repeated the mantra of “Use me and it’ll be over faster” over and over again as he pushed down on Jirou’s head. She however wanted him to work for his orgasm, as she only moved as much as he moved her.

So he pushed more, and more, and more until finally she was back down to the base. He tried letting go of her hair but Kyoka glared as she felt his grip loosen, so as he pulled upward slowly he winced preemptively, expecting her to do the same.

Except she didn’t, her eyes glazed over with ecstasy as her moan was muffled around the thick piece of an untrained bitch breaker.

Due to his nature and his slow gentle movements his orgasm was fading, which struck fear into him at the thought that this might last a second longer. So he reluctantly went a bit faster.

And then a bit faster.

Faster.

Without even realizing it Izuku was practically face-fucking the estatic girl, saliva flying everywhere in the rough act.

“Wh—ow!” Before he could even get a word out she had jabbed him with her Earphone Jack, shutting him up due to the pain. Gritting his teeth he tried to take her off his cock but her Jacks were pointing menacingly at his torso every time she got even slightly too close to coming off.

So with a heavy heart he forced her head down for the last time as he warned: “C-cumming!” As he seemingly had no choice but to cum down her throat, he flooded her dainty body with his thick and salty and virile seed. No matter how many times she gulped it down (“Was that number eight or nine?” ), it seemed practically endless and it clung stubbornly to her throat.

Eventually his orgasm ebbed away, his cock dribbling the last of its contents that Jirou eagerly drank like a cum-starved woman. She patted his leg and Midoriya let go quickly, thinking he made a mistake.

The first thing Jirou did when she wasn’t held down anymore was look Izuku dead in the eye. Her own eyes were teared up and around her mouth were some stray pubic hairs. Rather than express any emotion she simply opened her jaw as wide as it could and stuck out her tongue, showing that she kept some of his hot and sticky cum in her mouth and on her tongue. After making sure he acknowledged it she made a slow showing of her putting her tongue back in her mouth before swallowing as if she just took some water.

She sighed contently, a loving expression on her face. “It’s over, they’re not watching anymore,” Jirou told him.

“Oh thank God!” Midoriya sighed in relief, rubbing his face with his hands as he started tearing up. 

God, what did he just do?

“Hey hey,” Jirou went to his side and started to cuddle with him. “It’s over. We don’t have to do this anymore for now.”

He nodded before his mind hitched at the wording. “For now?”

Jirou nodded sadly. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to keep pretending if we want to fool and eventually convert the others.” Midoriya let out a huge yawn as the adrenaline wore off, “I’ll text you how this should play out, okay?” she asked for permission as she got off him, fixing up her clothes. “Sleep well, Izu.”

And with that she left the room, leaving Midoriya to feel a weird mixture of newfound disgust to himself and for the first time in a long while as his eyelids grew heavy:

Hope.

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Jirou Kyoka walked into the common room, seeing that everyone was there like she planned. All were wearing their PJ’s, well, except for Jirou herself.

“How’d it go?” Hagakure asked first as she tossed a cool water bottle, clearly excited to hear the details verbally this time.

“No, ribbit,” Tsu interrupted, her poker face not slipping as she asked a new and better question, “If Midoriya was here and found out the truth, what would you say?”

Jirou downed the water before gasping for breath, her face quickly transitioning into an ugly triumphant sneer. “I’d say: ‘Oh, Izuku! You're so easy! Desperate to see the good in people…especially when they’re bad,’” she admitted and revealed her true feelings before giggling sadistically and cruelly, as to her (and the rest of them) it was just a game. Once she got her laughter under control she spilled the details, “He fell for it! Hook, line and sinker!”

“Wait, so none of it was real?” Mina asked, looking very much confused.

The rest of the group collectively groaned at their variant’s newfound stupidity. Yaoyorozu sighed as she began to explain it more simply, “There was some truth, but if you had to take away one thing it’d be—”

“Ladies, we got him!” Uraraka interrupted with a whoop, all of them quickly joining in on the cheering.

Notes:

With the events unfolding, how depraved do you want this story to be?

I’m talking fetishes/kinks, such as more prevalent themes of olfactophilia (the attraction to smells), master/servant dynamics, dubious/non-consent, somnophilia, etc.

Comment down below to tell me how this story should go and what I should avoid. I however refuse to do things with urine, feces, and dead bodies.

See you next chapter!

Chapter 5: Refracting Pleasure

Summary:

Midoriya has some very bad, no good thoughts; the plot progresses.

Notes:

Hey, everyone! Welcome back to The Lustful Slime Rapist! Like I said in a prior chapter, this is more of a plot-filled chapter, but don't you worry! I still have the skills to pay the bills!

If this paid, at least.

Edit of 11-03-2024: Fixed some errors and added some lines.

The light streamed through his sliding glass windows, illuminating the room like usual. His finished homework, which was in its respective folder inside his backpack, was resting on the chair at his desk while covered by another girl’s clothing like usual. The All Might action figures and posters, which once brought comfort in their smiles, were now a constant reminder of Izuku’s failure to be like his idol in almost all possible ways, mocking him that his actions were not that of a hero’s, but a villain.

Like usual. 

On top of all that (in quite a literal sense unfunnily enough), Midoriya woke up to a wet sensation on his cock penis almost like usual; the only difference was that he couldn’t see who was fucking him this time.

“Probably Hagak—no, Gōkan-Hagakure,” he corrected mentally, trying to differentiate between the two entities to preserve his sanity. He sighed internally as he went through the motions of trying to fight back, such as trying to lift Gōkan-Hagakure’s weight off his dick which was engulfed in her furnace-hot pussy vagina to no avail, as she weighed like a sack of the world’s heaviest potatoes.

Due to her…him/her being invisible, he couldn’t actually see anything, making the process that much more difficult. The confusion over the naming convention didn’t last long as the tidal wave of pleasure that Midoriya was trying his damndest to ignore/stave off crashed into him, making him groan in pleasure.

It was heaven, a kind of pleasure that one could not conjure themself or even with the world’s best onahole. It was intoxicating, it was delectable, it was addicting…

And he never wanted to feel it again with any of his female friends again. The guilt ruined it, and the few times he didn’t feel it for one reason or another (he hated when that happened) it wasn’t worth the thoughts that would race through his head, such as the thought to kill himse—

“Ah!” the imposter moaned out as she clutched his shoulders tighter, rousing him out of his suicidal spiral. “Does it feel good, Izu? It feels good f-f-for me,” she stuttered out as she kept rocking her invisible hips.

Look at him. Here he was, supposed to be stopping this nightmare; instead he was feeling sorry for himself, wanting to be selfish, dooming the others to a forced death by his own fucking selfishness.

Midoriya’s inner struggles disgusted him as he steeled his nerves, telling himself he could control his urges like every other time this had happened. He used his considerably strong arms to try once again to stop Gōkan-Hagakure…before she suddenly crashed his/her heavenly soft lips against his, short circuiting his thoughts due to his damn hormones.

It was hard to think straight, but he started to lift her off his cock before he heard the thing he’s been dreading since this whole messed-up thing started: 

A stiff but hurried knocking on the door.

“Midoriya! You are ten minutes late to the communal breakfast! Our classmate and self-proclaimed ‘resident chef’ has once again made a platter of food for each of us to indulge in before Aizawa-sensei throws us another trial in our path to become Pro Heroes!” a firm and stern voice reminded from behind Izuku’s door. From both the voice and how he spoke, Midoriya could obviously tell it was the class prez Iida Tenya, who was most certainly chopping the air at his tardiness; not knowing that his classmate and dear friend was busy raping and defiling an innocent and fellow classmate who couldn’t fight back, who was secretly being puppeteered by a sick psycho of a villain.

Instead of slowing down or doing something that he deemed sensible, “Toru” began to fuck like a woman possessed, slamming her hips down and making a bunch of noise.

“Midoriya! What is that sound?!” Iida questioned as he tried the locked doorknob. “It sounds quite vulgar!”

Midoriya didn’t think, he couldn’t. If Iida, the class president himself, found out in any capacity of what was happening (with all the puzzle pieces or not) then he’d tell Aizawa-sensei, which in turn would mean that Midoriya and the possessed girls would get caught, which would then mean that all the girls would die.

Izuku wouldn’t let that happen. He hadn’t committed all these crimes to lose his friends now. He hadn’t committed all these crimes to lose them when they gave him what he wanted all his life: Friendship.

As corny as it sounded, he valued each and every one of his friendships that he made at UA since the beginning, and he’d sooner lose his shot at becoming a Pro Hero than lose them. Midoriya took matters into his own hands and used some of his natural strength to force Gōkan-Hagakure’s body down, making him/her go balls-deep on his cock so that they(?) stopped making so much vulgar noises.

But then Hagakure fucking moaned. Full on pornstar moan, loud and audible. Without another thought Midoriya pressed his hand against where he thought her mouth and nose was, hopefully blocking her air supply and in his frenzied state of mind, shutting her up. He apparently succeeded as Izuku felt her clutch his wrist, struggling to stop him and to continue to allow her to ruin everything, but his hard-earned strength kept her from succeeding.

“Midoriya? Are you…busy?” Iida asked hesitantly, his voice faltering near the end as the preconceived ramifications raced through his head.

“Yes,” Midoriya responded firmly before realizing he was not acting like himself: He was acting the way Gōkan wanted him to. Instantly he amended his statement by forcing a stammer in his voice (a first in his life, surprisingly), “Uh! Y-y-yeah! Doing—doing homework?!” he lied horribly.

“Right! Homework is important!” Tenya agreed too quickly as the sound of him power walking away was heard. “I’ll just leave you to it!” he yelled behind him, a deep blush on his face as he thought that he caught Midoriya, the resident “green bean” of Class 1-A, in his room doing… that before their weekly communal breakfast. He blushed an even deeper red tomato hue when he considered the ramifications of how meek people acted behind closed doors…

Izuku waited a moment until the steps faded away and, when he felt assured it was safe, he moved his fingers slightly and instantly heard Hagakure breathe through her nose, taking in a much needed breath of air. For some odd reason she shuddered violently on his bed and once the green-haired teen was sure, he confirmed that she squirted over his bed with his cock balls-deep inside of her.

This, unfortunately, caused her to flex her vaginal muscles and milked his cock that much more and he came into her unprotected, fertile pussy while he was hilted deep within, practically touching her womb’s entrance. Midoriya emptied himself regretfully until he was sure that Gōkan-Hagakure was…was…

It was best not to think about it until this nightmare hit the third month.

“Wasn’t that amazing?!” he/she asked excitedly, gyrating on his hips to show how happy they were with the rape.

It was in fact not amazing, and this act simply made Midoriya fall into silence, wanting to kill himself even further.

“You know you can respond, right?” Gōkan-Hagakure prompted with excessive hand motions to showcase their emotion, extracting themselves off of his softening cock. When she saw that he went to La-La Land, as per usual, she smiled evilly (not that anyone could see it) and took advantage of his vulnerable state, French kissing him deep and long, which roused him out of his stupor.

Back to his senses and loath to do it Midoriya returned the kiss with gusto, with zest, as was expected unless he wanted “unfortunate accidents” to happen. Their tongues swapped spit for a while until “Toru” stopped him, a stern and unhappy look on her face until “she” remembered yet again that she was invisible being and he couldn’t see it.

“Put more heart into it,” they demanded with a moan, glaring at Izuku with half-lidded eyes. “I want to feel like I’m losing,” she finished before going back to snogging him. Forced to listen, Midoriya put her into submission by wrestling her tongue with his own. She groaned into his lips, moving his hands nonconsensually onto her surprisingly plump ass, nonverbally commanding him to knead and molest the soft flesh. Eventually they came up for air, a thin strand of saliva connecting their mouths that slowly broke. “That’s better. Good boy,” she praised, patting his head like he was a dog.

Midoriya said nothing as he/she got off his ruined bed and dressed into her pajamas.

“See ya at breakfast, Izu!” Hagakure…Gōkan-Hagakure farewelled, leaving the room shortly after.

Midoriya didn’t say bye, he didn’t even look in the door’s direction. He sat there on the bed, staring at his idol’s wallpaper wondering when this nightmare would end, and what he did wrong to deserve it.

All Might’s poster gave no answers (not that he was expecting anything from a piece of poster paper), and Midoriya sighed as he stood up, going through the motions of putting on some casual wear mechanically, without thought. He walked his way down to the first floor dining room to see everyone was already there, eating and enjoying their breakfast made none other by Sato himself, the resident chef of Class 1-A.

“Midoriya! Glad you could join us!” Rikido greeted chipperly, wearing a standard white apron that was a bit dirty from the flour he used. “Do you want an American or Japanese-styled breakfast?” he asked with his big lips, looking expectedly for an answer.

“American, please,” Izuku answered before getting handed a plate consisting of a tower of fluffy pancakes, deliciously cooked bacon, and a side of hash browns that were baked to perfection.

“Hope you enjoy!” Sato smiled before offhandedly saying, “Now that you’re here, we can all eat.”

“Oh, you guys didn’t need to wait for me…” Midoriya protested, about to walk past Yaoyorozu and Jirou, not to mention all the girls, when a chair was pulled out for him.

“Sit here, bro!” Kirishima encouraged, a smile that seemed ever so strained on his face.

“Hell no,” Bakugo interjected as he kicked the chair back in, kind of joining the conversation. “I ain’t letting fucking Deku of all people sit near us, Shitty Hair. It’s bad enough that I see him all the time,” he insulted.

“Hey, that’s not nice!” Ochaco criticized, glaring at the spiky blonde along with all the other girls.

“Bakugo!” Iida yelled, chopping the air as he liked to do while adjusting his glasses. “It is unbecoming of a student of our creed to act in such a discriminatory manner! Apologize to Midoriya at once!” Iida demanded, taking great pains to not actually look at the green-haired young man due to…earlier.

“Fuck no! I’m not about to—” From there the two of them began to squabble and argue over him, leaving Midoriya to awkwardly stand with his plate piled high with food.

“Psst.”

Midoriya turned his head into the direction of the noise and saw that Jirou…Gōkan-Jirou was trying to attract his attention. He saw that he/she got up and was gesturing to eat elsewhere. Sighing in relief he followed them to the couch, sitting a healthy distance apart.

“You okay?” they asked, taking a bite of her bacon. She was wearing a loose purple tank top that showed off her A-cup bra a tad and a pair of booty shorts that showed just a bit too much of her ass.

“Not really, no,” Midoriya admitted in a small voice, slowly munching on his pancake.

“What did they do this time?” Jirou asked kindly, her eyes softening when she saw him flinch violently at his own memories. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to talk about it.”

“…t-thank you,” Midoriya breathlessly said. “I…can I tell you something?” he asked, no, begged her.

Jirou tilted her head in both secret amusement and somewhat genuine concern as she replied seriously, “Duh, of course, Midori. What’s up?”

“I…want to be selfish so badly,” Midoriya teared up, clenching his fork tightly in his hand.

“‘Selfish?’ Selfish how?” Kyoka inquired, not quite getting it.

“I just…what if things don’t get better?” Izuku asked pessimistically. “What if…what if for the rest of the school year I keep getting—” he paused, dropping his voice a bit lower in fear of being heard, “What if I keep getting raped? What if the main Gōkan Hivemind never leaves my friends? What if—”

“Ssssssh,” Jirou silenced him, laying a comforting hand on his own clenched one. For half a second Midoriya could swear that her eyes widened dramatically before returning to normal, as if she discovered something and decided to hide it. “Everything is going to be fine, Midori. We’re going to free them,” she lied shamelessly, “and once we do you’ll be free.”

“And you’ll turn yourself in for your crimes?” Midoriya asked the big question.

Jirou’s smile did not once strain or break as she smoothly answered, “Yes, of course.” She paused, regretfully taking back her hand when she saw she was no longer needed. “So…what should I tell them?”

Midoriya thought for a moment before coming up with a clever lie, “That I was worried about Hagakure.”

“Makes sense, from what she told me you were hot as—” Jirou cut herself off, looking at an uneasy Midoriya. “Sorry, sex is almost always on my mind,” she explained quite shittily. “I’ll try to keep them off your back today, okay?” she promised like the liar she was, and as expected Midoriya immediately brightened up, almost looking like his old self.

Almost.

---

“Bro? You good?” Kirishima asked Kaminari, who was looking sad and morose. The two of them were in English class with Present Mic, both fantastically struggling their way through the class work. Everyone was split up in pairs of two, and while Kirishima was at least trying to do his work, though difficult and obtuse it may be, Kaminari wasn’t even trying; he was just sitting there, staring blankly at his desk/sheet of paper.

“Yeah, sure,” Denki replied lethargically, giving a weak thumbs-up, still not looking up at one of his best friends.

“It’s about, um…Jirou, right?” Eijiro whispered the last part so as to not attract her attention, as she was only a couple seats away working with Tsu.

“She broke my heart, man. I miss being her Jamming Whey…” Kaminari muttered, holding in his unshed tears. “Do you know why she broke up with me?” he asked strangely.

“Uh…” Kirishima paused, technically knowing the answer without the why. He knew that for some odd reason all the girls in Class 1-A were doing “things” to Midoriya against his will, without his consent, all of which included Jirou. “Didn’t she tell you?” he tried to deflect, looking quickly at his English class work and still not understanding the Shakespearen work.

Kaminari shook his head slowly. “No, that’s why I asked you, dude,” he explained. “So, do you know?”

Kirishima could’ve told all he knew about why Jirou broke up with one of his best bros, he totally could’ve, but he made a promise to Midori-bro to keep silent about everything. He wasn’t going to break it…right?

Faced with such a compromising position, Kirishima said a half-truth, “I know as much as you, man.”

Kaminari sighed as he rested his head down on his desk, done with life.

Part of Kaminari’s heart wanted to blame Midoriya, wanted to blame that green-haired fuck for ruining things between him and his girl, but his brain knew better. He knew that Midoriya was in some weird circumstance with all the girls and it wasn’t exactly consensual for him.

But goddamnit, if Denki wasn’t the most depressed teen in UA, then who could be?

---

“…iya?”

His hearing was like it was submerged in water, murky and unfocused. To others it would appear that he was dead to the world, or perhaps on the most mind-numbing drug trip of his life to be sitting so still like a statue, barely moving, barely alive. Oh sure he breathed, he blinked, he swallowed the spit that gathered in his mouth, but Midoriya would rather he’d be one of those two previous options, as the reality of the situation was much more bleak and depressing than he was willing to ponder any further on.

“…doriya?!”

Even though Jirou…even though Gōkan-Jirou promised him that his mind-controlled friends would leave him alone today, apparently there was some…miscommunication?

“Midoriya!”

Case in point was the girl frantically tugging on him, Jirou. She was trying to get his attention about something, but as she did so she wore her heroine outfit, as the two of them (along with the entirety of Class 1-A) were doing some training exercises spear-headed by Midnight-sensei. Apparently it was a mix of All Might’s Battle Trials and what they were supposed to do in the USJ before the League came and ruined everything. 

There were two teams: “The Good Guys” and “The Bad Guys.”

The Good Guys consisted of himself, Jirou, Iida, Mineta, Koda, Sero, Uraraka, Ojiro, Hagakure, and Aoyama.

The Bad Guys consisted of the rest of Class 1-A, which were Mina, Tsu, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sato, Shoji, Tokoyami, Todoroki, Bakugo, and Yaoyorzu. 

Half of The Bad Guys have hidden dummy civilians on rooftops and were protecting them, while the other half were patrolling said rooftops to find some of The Good Guys.

The team Midoriya was on had one simple goal: To save as many dummy civilians as possible and to incapacitate any villains in the way.

Saving was meant to be the priority for The Good Guys and defending for The Bad Guys but…

“DIE!” Bakugo screamed as he literally flew towards the duo. The sound of explosions and the all-too familiar yell of his childhood friend awoke the fight or flight instincts in Midoriya.

Immediately he bathed himself in Full Cowl as he kicked into gear, jumping backwards and digging his metal boots into the wall behind him, sticking to it like a pre-Quirk superhero. Midoriya looked at the spot where he previously was to see a small crater, which a gloved fist was nestled in.

Kacchan looked up at him with murderous intent, smiling wickedly before they both heard the groan of metal. Both young men turned their heads for a quick second to see that Jirou hadn’t managed to get out of the blast radius in time, getting blown off to the side, hitting the guardrail.

However it unfortunately was either of bad design or was not meant for roughly 95 pounds worth of weight flying at it suddenly.

The guardrail groaned once more as she was stunned before breaking, causing Jirou to fall.

Midoriya’s eyes widened as he processed the ramifications of everything. They were not an insignificant distance off the ground (easily eight to ten stories up), and she was falling now.

He launched off the wall, hurting himself in the process with the extra energy he put into his body to make himself zoom as fast as possible in her direction when he realized the folly of his endeavor.

By the time he’d made it to the next wall to pogo jump off of it to reach her, she was already near the bottom…

No.

No, no, no.

Nonononononononononono…

Izuku reached out fruitlessly to her, his hand still covered/filled by his Quirk’s energy when—

A tendril of black and green came racing out, moving faster than he thought possible and securing around Jirou’s waist. Acting quickly and not giving the scenario a second thought for now, Midoriya pulled with all his might to stop her fate.

With time to spare the tendril went taut, stopping Jirou from falling to an untimely death as she dangled ten feet off the ground.

“Holy shit,” Jirou breathed out.

Notes:

Good news and bad news (ignore bad news if you don't care about personal struggles).

Good news: Since this story is based/inspired/plagiarizes Boku to Nottori Villain Nakademia, we're going to be hitting the second volume in the next chapter! That means Midnight smut, Midoriya getting his brain re-wired to crave sex, a bigger dick and excessive cum, etc.!

Bad news: I'm really, really, REALLY fucking depressed. It's bad. So bad that I don't even know if I'll be fucking alive to finish the story, or any of my other stories for that matter.

I want to say that's a joke, but I don't even know anymore. There's one silver lining, however: I'll tell you when this story is dead like me before I go and, at least, give out an outline on how I envisioned the story going/ending.

I don't know if I should even be so honest with you guys but fuck it, I'll let the future version of me cringe when he rereads this. Better to cringe in the future than be dead, right?

P.S.: All the times Midoriya is zoning out/doing suicidal ideation, imagine me easily putting pen to paper as if it was a stream of consciousness.

"Until next time, this is Three-Dog! Giving you the truth…no matter how bad it hurts."

Chapter 6: Midnight's New Grading Regime

Summary:

Midoriya has a one on one conference from a concerned teacher; the plot threads its needles.

Notes:

"If promises were dicks your daughter would be pregnant," (Gigachad Peter Parker.)

Midnight pushed up her signature glasses, her large bosom jiggling hypnotically in tandem with her slight movement, as she surveyed her classroom from the front. Clad in the second revision of her Pro Hero costume she continued her lecture, “Alfred Hitchcock famously called film, ‘little pieces of time.’ But he could be talking about photography, as he likely was. These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow; from light to shadow; from color to chiaroscuro…”

As his teacher droned on and on about the history of art, in this case photography, Midoriya Izuku felt…a little better today, to be honest. He felt like he had more control of his life, as confusing as that may be.

And why was that?

Well it was simple: He didn’t wake up from “sex” (he’d call it rape, but he was in a good mood for once).

No indeed, he woke up normally and well-rested for the first time in weeks. He hadn’t seen any of his possessed friends in the morning, nor had he interacted with them at all in classes (besides Jirou of course, who he was still fretting over since yesterday’s incident).

It hopefully seemed like Gōkan was getting bored of having sex with Midoriya (thank fucking god), and that made it seem like today would be a better day than most.

“Seriously though, I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation,” Midnight said darkly as she carried on with her lecture, looking over her students one by one until she locked eyes with Midoriya himself. As if speaking to him solely in that moment, she lowered her voice a smidgen and continued on with what sounded like anticipation, “And any one of you could do that to me~” She looked away, directing her gaze around the room as if she hadn’t said the weirdest, most batshit thing ever. “Isn't that too easy? Too…obvious? What if—”

As if God himself had decided to intervene, the bell rang.

“And that’s it, guys! Seize the day, ad victoriam!” Midnight farewelled with an easy-going smile before it turned regretful. “But one of you needs to stay: Midoriya, if you will?”

“Awww, come on!” Mineta complained like the pervert he was, getting hit in the head soon after by both Tsuyu’s tongue and Jirou’s ear jacks. Once they left everyone began to trickle out of the room until it was just the lone teacher and student.

Midoriya gathered up his stuff into his backpack, adjusting his hastily (and therefore poorly made) red tie as he approached his teacher, standing a respectable distance away. “Um, you wanted to speak with me, sensei?” he asked nervously, wondering why he was signaled out.

“Hmmm…” Midnight hummed, staring intently at his face as if studying it.

This attention brought him some discomfort, so he averted his gaze to the floor, but not before noticing that Midnight wasn’t wearing a bra. He could clearly see the outlines of her areolas and nipples, the latter of which were hard and stiff for some odd reason.

Blushing deeply at discovering this, he gulped as he felt his body begin to react.

“I didn’t want to believe it at first.”

“Huh?” Midoriya responded, looking back up at his teacher who was looking troubled and…worried?

“Aizawa told me he’s noticed something different about you for a long while now, and today I finally saw it,” Midnight admitted, crossing her arms together to probably look authoritative and strong, but in reality all it did was make her look seductive and sexy as it accentuated her large breasts by pushing them up. “He and myself have also noticed that the girls of Class 1-A have been acting suspiciously. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” she asked in an accusatory manner, her eyes narrowed as she looked for any amount of guilt or “offness” about one of her star students.

Midoriya suddenly looked down, probably making himself look suspect for avoiding her scathing gaze but what else could he do? “I do, but he’s preventing me from telling you!” he thought within the confines of his mind. He felt the little piece of Gōkan inside of his head pulsing and warning him not to do anything stupid, and Izuku’s heart began hammering away in his chest. “Not again, not like with Kirishima!” he begged, wishing he could run away from this encounter.

“That expression I saw on your face, the lack of eye contact…all of it tells me one thing, Midoriya: That you know something…but you can’t tell me, at least not verbally,” Midnight deduced, bringing her thumb to her mouth to bite down on in thought, giving her a cute expression. “What to do, what to do…?” she thought aloud before having an eureka moment, snapping her fingers in triumph. “Luckily there are other ways of conveying information!” she declared with no doubt, sparking pure hope within Young Midoriya’s heart; his admiration towards her tripling at what had to be ingenious levels of thinking that rivaled Nedzu to be able to convey information without upsetting Gōkan. “Follow me, young man!” she commanded, turning on her heels to exit the room, her plush and big ass bouncing with every step.

Like a moth to a flame Izuku reached out to grab it as he was told to do by Gōkan until he realized what the hell he was doing, stopping himself at the last second before she saw.

“What the hell was that?!” he asked himself, feeling disturbed over his own unconscious actions. Midoriya stared at the hand that acted seemingly on its own before coming to the thought that his resolve, his conviction, his willpower to resist temptation was…eroding?

No no! That had to be—!

“Midoriya! Are you coming?” Midnight asked from the entrance of the classroom, tapping her heels against the floor.

“Uh-uh-um yes, miss!” Midoriya confirmed, shaking himself out of his thoughts and sending them to the recesses of his mind as he followed his teacher to…actually, where was she leading them?

They went this way and that, taking turn after turn, walking in silence until they arrived at Midnight’s private office, which was nicely furnished with a spruce wood desk, a recently bought laptop (judging by the sheen and shine of the device), some comfortable-looking chairs for guests, a bookcase with a lone book called “The Art of War”, and awards for her many years of service and teaching.

“Wow,” was what Midoriya simply muttered, looking around the room impressed and forgetful as to why he was here.

Midnight smiled before swiftly closing the door and locking it with a deft hand, a motion so quick the door appeared to lock itself as soon as it closed. A light dusting of red blanketed her facial features, one so minute and subtle Midoriya himself wouldn’t notice it unless he was unusually close to her face for some odd reason.

“So, Midoriya,” Midnight began, walking behind the young man and running her moisturized hand across his left shoulder all the way to the end of his right before she left to go sit down at her desk chair. Her prior action, of course, made Izuku gulp nervously but he wasn’t worried, not really.

This was Midnight-sensei! His dominatrix-obsessed teacher who loved to get a rise out of her students, whether it be making them flustered or be the reason why they’d have to flex their calves repeatedly to get blood flowing in other directions.

So while flustered Izuku would bear with her teasing, especially if it meant they’d both find a way to communicate about this fucked up situation she had no idea about.

“This is a safe place to talk. No one, not even the principal himself, can hear us,” Midnight promised said in a low, suggestive voice before suddenly doing a 180 and clapping her hands once. “Okay! Let’s get that information out of you!” she happily said. “Strip.”

“Wha—”

“I can call you Izuku, right?” Midnight asked nicely as she began to literally peel off her hero costume, exposing her glorious breasts which were nice and perky, defying gravity even with their giant size. “In return you can call me Kayama or Nemuri.”

“I-I-I don’t understand?” Midoriya said, knowing he should not watch his teacher undress but he was too trained to watch, too trained to look away, all because of Gōkan. 

“I’m going to squeeze the information out of you, Izuku. Every. Last. Drop,” Nemuri practically purred as she stood up and finally pulled off all of her nonexistent clothes, showcasing her drooling pussy. Its smell penetrated the room and made Midoriya as hard as a rock; his cock aching to be released from the confines of his tight and uncomfortable pants. “Awww, you look all too pent up! Why don’t I—”

“I need to go!” Midoriya interrupted as he tried to stand up but failed to. Puzzled and forgetting his current circumstances at the moment, Midoriya tried flexing his legs and found that they weren’t responding to his mental commands at all. They were now dead weight, as useful as candy to a diabetic. “I can’t stand up?”

“You’re welcome~”

Izuku snapped up his head just in time to see/feel Nemuri slide into his lap smoothly, her weight and her plump, pillow-like ass feeling almost divine against his confined erection; the only thing to make it better would be if he was also naked, but his mind wasn’t on that. No, instead it was: “I thought you couldn’t control men, Gōkan,” Midoriya growled out, having deduced what had happened to one of his more competent teachers. “Even my teacher, a Pro Hero, is getting corrupted…” he lamented, an anguished look on his face. 

“Eh, it was a half truth. It’s really, really hard~” Midnight moaned out as she grinded against his sizable erection, making a double entendre in the process. “Most I can usually do is control some fingers, but you?” Nemuri brought her lips to his right ear, nibbling on the earlobe for a moment before continuing, “I’ve never had one toy that’s lasted so long, so I’m more familiar with how your body works now.”

The analytical part of Midoriya found that highly interesting, but it was soon washed away when he was forced by Nemuri to molest her ass. He did so with what he hoped was begrudging reluctance, but any outsider could obviously tell it was with great enthusiasm and eagerness, as if the person connected to said hands couldn’t get enough.

“Let’s just fish this out…” Midnight salivated at the thought, undoing her student’s pants and shifting aside his underwear to reveal his cock, which was a piece of art in her eyes. It was firm yet hard. Spongy and veiny, it was already leaking precum in a moderate amount due to not being touched. Kayama raked her well manicured nails from the base to the tip, Midoriya’s manly dick oozing and leaking more precum in reluctant anticipation that she happily scooped up and dipped quickly into her mouth. “Mmmph!” she groaned at the taste, rolling around the small amount in her mouth before swallowing sadly. “Damn! A girl could get used to that,” she remarked before pressing his aching cockhead against the entrance of her pussy.

She pushed it in against his will, shoving every last inch of cock into her until it was practically kissing her womb’s entrance. Her velvety walls squeezed and contracted against Izuku’s cock, stimulating and pleasuring it to its heart's content. Midoriya meanwhile went cross-eyed at how tight his teacher’s pussy was, especially when compared to Uraraka and—

“What the hell am I thinking?!” Izuku thought to himself, wondering why the hell he wasn’t full of guilt, shame, depression and the like at being forced into such a fucked up scenario. Instead all those feelings were there, just in the background; akin to how the brain handles sensory information that is unneeded. He should be full of negative emotions!

…so why was it all so…muted?

Midoriya didn’t know and he wouldn’t get a chance to ponder at this very second as Midnight…as Gōkan-Midnight began riding his cock like a woman possessed, the irony not lost on him. She kept slamming her hips down and up, occasionally stopping those actions to gyrate her hips against his cock, making their pubic hair touch.

“God, I needed to be dicked down so bad!” Gōkan-Midnight revealed, grabbing at her tits and popping a nipple into her mouth to suckle on. “This body is also exceptionally compatible with your dick, Izuku! How lucky!” She was going so fast and hard that Midoriya had to hold onto her giant ass for dear life.

“S-s-slow down!” he begged, feeling like his groin was melting from pure, unadulterated pleasure. 

Gōkan-Nemuri took great pleasure and interest in his word choice. “Slow down?” Not “stop and get off me!” anymore?

“Slow down!” Midoriya repeated, this time with more force and anger.

“No! From now on, all your grades in all of your classes will be decided by how good the sex feels, so you better start plowing sensei’s pussy if you want to pass!~” she evilly revealed before locking lips with him and making out. 

The makeout session pace was too fast as well, which means she wasn’t listening . He was losing control of the situation (like usual), and it was making him uncharacteristically angry.

Why was he not fighting back as much?

Why wasn’t he debilitated by his depression and guilt?

Why was he getting used to it?! Why was he getting used to defiling, raping, and molesting his friends’, and now teacher’s, bodies?!

“I said slow down!” Izuku shouted before forming a flat hand and slapped her asscheek in anger, leaving a nice red handprint that stung like Hell and brought his teacher to a surprised stop.

When he realized what he did in his anger, what he did without thinking , Midoriya Izuku was disgusted and taken aback with himself so much that he didn’t even react, the anger on his face still clear as day to Nemuri while underneath the surface he was babbling and expressing his most sincerest apologies.

But before he could utter a single sorry:

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Nemuri apologized huskily, her voice one octave lower than normal. “Was I a bad girl?” she asked quietly, placing a hand on his toned chest muscles.

It was like a switch was flipped in Midoriya when he heard those words. It was as if he was switched from the driving seat to the backseat of the car.

“Very,” Midoriya smoothly said without thought, shocking the hell out of himself. “When I speak, you listen,” he told her, again without his input.

What the fuck was happening? Midoriya felt like he was in a glass box, stuck watching his own body do its own thing, the things it truly wanted him to do but he always resisted.

“Yes, Sir~” Nemuri breathed out, shivering and shaking as she just had a mini-orgasm. “Permission to move, Sir?” she asked, wanting to move so badly.

One head nod later and Nemuri began jumping back up and down his cock, the stinging handprint making each bounce that much better. “Please get me pregnant, Sir! Get me pregnant, get me pregnant, Sirrrrrrrr!” she repeated until at last she finally came, squirting all over Midoriya’s cock, milking and squeezing in pleasure until he too came.

Like an explosion his semen came flooding out of his dick and into her womb, painting the room white with his potent, hot and sticky cum. The fear of getting his teacher pregnant with his bastard of a child scared Izuku to his core, and yet somehow made him thrust that much deeper into Nemuri’s honeypot until he was balls-deep, the taboo being simply too intoxicating to resist.

Izuku breathed in and out, his eyes in a glaze until he blinked once, twice, three times until he was back. He stared at his sweaty mess of a teacher, her features alluring and attractive even more in her exhausted state of being, and then to where they were conjoined, his meaty and girthy cock spearing her tight little cunt that had a touch of pubic hair in a heart shape. 

Hastily Midoriya lifted Midnight-sensei…Gōkan-Midnight off his dick with his hard-earned muscles, watching as his softening cock fell out with a slap onto his stomach; with it came a small puddle of his essence streaming out her vaginal canal, pearly white and mixed with his/her love juices.

“I give you an A+, Izuku,” Gōkan-Midnight cheered, kissing him passionately on the lips for encouragement. “Ready for round two?” she asked with a shark-like grin.

Izuku gulped nervously, thinking again with crushing levels of despair, “Everyone is getting corrupted, even me…and it’s all my fault,” he finished before dissociating.

---

It was much later at night when the girls found themselves congregated in Yaomomo’s spacious room, all of them wearing pajamas or a lack of clothing. Uraraka was laying facedown on Yaoyorozu’s bed, groaning in annoyance and worry for a certain someone.

“Deku’s mental state has gotten really bad recently,” Ochaco admitted in a muffled voice.

“I think we might have pushed him too far,” Toru theorized, petting and threading her gloved hands into the brunette’s hair to comfort her.

Uraraka lifted her head and looked a little peeved at the obvious being pointed out. “Ya think?” she snarkily asked, the host’s Kansai accent slipping out a little too naturally for their liking.

Momo left her attached bathroom with her hair still wet to join the conversation. “His sense of justice is too strong…” she remarked before an errant thought occurred to her, “Well, he is a hero in the making after all…”

Mina, who was sitting on a rolling desk chair, rested her head on her arm as she added her own two cents, “Before using a woman’s body until her pussy was molded into the shape of our cock and then disposing of them was enough, but…”

Tsuyu understood what they were all thinking about as she finished her friend’s sentence, “Sex with Midoriya just feels too good. I don’t think I could go back to my old life if Midoriya killed himself.”

Gōkan in the body of Uravity got all teary-eyed in frustration at his/her’s opinion coming from Tsuyu, slamming the bed in anger. “It’s impossible!” she began, hating that they were losing themselves by being “Uraraka Ochaco” for so long. “I want to keep being fucked by Deku’s cock in various bodies,” she despaired. “They’ll definitely catch us if we tie him up somewhere!”

Jirou and Mina nodded in affirmation, the former slowly forming a smug grin. “Luckily I have a solution, ladies.”

“Spill!”

“Yeah, tell us!”

“Alright!” Jirou relented, her shit-eating grin still ever present. “What Uraraka said was right: I totally want to keep getting fucked by that dick of his in various bodies—”

“Doesn’t he still believe you’re on his side, ribbit?” Tsuyu questioned, her poker face immaculate.

“Duh! Of course he does, which is why I think it’s best if we also made Midoriya want to have sex with us of his own volition,” Kyoka bomb-dropped, looking over to their alternate selves/friends.

“Is that even possible?” Mina asked, the dumbest and slowest out of all of them it seemed like. “Like, didn’t we already test our control of men three…four times when we were younger?

“You remember?” Hagakure inquired, shaking her hands and floating chest to emphasize her presence. “I can’t.”

Yaoyorozu gulped nervously from her position in the room. The fact that there were some of them, like the Mina and Toru variants, who couldn’t remember was worrying enough but the fact was becoming ever present that they were “settling in”, so to speak. They were acting more like the true versions of the girls every day involuntarily (as also evidenced by the variant controlling Uraraka who slipped into her authentic accent by mistake). “In any event I think Jirou is right. We can’t directly control him,” she inadvertently lied, “but we can greatly increase his libido and desire to have sex and let it further erode away his morality!”

Ochaco shot up on the bed, looking reinvigorated. “All right! We’ve never tried to change a man’s body, but I’ll at least try for Deku. Let’s all do our best!” she whooped.

“Yeah!” everyone simultaneously cheered, pumping their closed fists into the air in sheer anticipation.

---

Jirou left the room quite easily under the pretense that she was going to fuck with Midoriya. And while yes she would be doing that, she had more nefarious plans afoot; plans that wouldn’t go into motion until she finally arrived at Midoriya’s door.

So she stalked through the empty hallways of Heights Alliance, the full moon that shone as pale as bone peeking through the clouds past the large windows that she walked past. It was quite peaceful at this time of night with nobody around, the only sound that gave her away was her light steps throughout the building until, finally, she arrived at her location.

Kyoka knocked four times on the door in quick succession, wincing at all the noise. She waited for a moment until the door slowly pulled open, showing a crying Midoriya who was hastily trying to conceal the fact that he’d been crying.

“Oh, Jirou!” Izuku welcomed, his eyes red with a bad, chiseled-on smile that did nothing to assuage the worries of Jirou.

Not that she cared about him, not really. She saw Midoriya as more of a…pet? Yes, a pet that needed constant endless tending to make sure they don’t do something stupid.

But to keep up appearances Kyoka frowned and whispered, “Rough day?” as she entered his room, sitting down at the foot of his bed.

He locked the door behind her, nodding mostly to himself. “Yeah, r-real rough. The fact that Midnight-sensei got taken over was…”

Suddenly Midoriya realized something:

“Hey wait a minute, c-c-couldn’t you have told me in advance?” Izuku asked with some amount of hurt.

“I…I couldn’t, Green,” Jirou fake-apologized. “If you knew what would you have done?” she asked rhetorically, knowing that he would’ve thrown another hissy fit that yet another person got possessed by the “Main Gōkan Hivemind,” which in reality didn’t exist in the way that Midoriya thought it did. “But I’ve got good and great news, if you wanna hear it?”

Izuku sighed before nodding, slumping himself into his freshly-made bed that, for once, didn’t smell of sex.

“Good news is that I think that Mina can be converted,” Jirou lied convincingly, “but I’ll need your help later to do it, ‘kay?”

“Help how?” he asked, not liking the generic request as he turned to look at her.

“Hold her down, make sure she can’t scream, that sort of thing,” Kyoka off-handedly summarized before enacting her plan. “Besides that, the great news is that I’ve convinced the others that I’m going to be fucking you all night long and to not disturb us,” she casually said as if she was describing the weather, watching with a frown that Midori wasn’t jumping with joy. In fact, it looked like he was on another planet with the way his eyes glazed over and his breathing became even and uniform. “Midori? Why are you all stiff? You can relax, y’know,” Jirou suggested heavily, genuinely confused on why he was potentially dissociating (she really had to weaponize that somehow one day).

“Because…because I just got done raping the hell out of my helpless teacher for hours and now…and now I need to do it again to you,” he choked out, hating his life.

“Heh heh!” Jirou chuckled, holding a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter, much to Izu’s annoyance. “Midori, do you want to have sex with me tonight?” she asked, highly amused.

“No! Of course not!” he said a little too loudly.

“Then let’s not. We can rest and relax tonight, shower in the morning to ‘get rid of the sex smell’, and then we tell everyone we did the dirty, no biggie,” Jirou laid out part of her master plan.

Upon hearing how his night is actually going to go, Midoriya suddenly lunged and hugged Jirou tightly. “Thank you! You have no idea what you’ve done for me, Jir—”

Jirou pulled out of the hug partly and interrupted him by placing an index finger on his lips, silencing him. “Call me Kyoka when we’re alone, okay…Izu?” she requested.

Midoriya nodded dumbly when she retracted her finger, brushing a stray piece of her dark purple hair out of the way. She was so beautiful…which was part of the reason why he couldn’t have her.

Izuku laid his head back on his pillow but was surprised when Kyoka tried to join him shortly after to snuggle with him, getting an arm underneath her head to rest on. “Um, K-Kyoka?” 

“Hmm?”

“G-goodnight,” he copped out, deciding not to push the issue as he fell into a peaceful slumber.

Jirou waited until the piece of themself inside of Midoriya’s head told her that he was truly asleep and then she interlocked her hands with his to give him her support for what happened next.

A thin tendril of purple slime came snaking out of Jirou’s and Midoriya’s right ears, both of them making their way to each other to interface. Once they touched the slime congealed into one strand and…wow.

Jirou was right when she touched him the other day. At the time she couldn’t be sure, but now she knew for certain that his Quirk factor was volatile and unstable. And yet it also looked…sentient?

How interesting to manipulate with.

Notes:

"Did you miss me?"

 

To be serious for a moment, thank you all for your support last chapter! I was in a dark place, but thanks to mood swings I feel 100% now!

I'm trying to get a therapist and I'm settling into a routine, which is essential to me.

I've been writing a lot lately, so hopefully this means the story can flourish! Also, give me some of ideas of what you want to see. I have a couple already, such as Mina/Midnight and Midoriya role-playing an incestuous relationship.

But I wanna hear from you guys, so comment away!

Chapter 7: The Inner Machinations of His Mind

Summary:

Midoriya meets with his mentor's mentor for some much needed advice; he hesitates when he wouldn't dare before.

Notes:

Wubba lubba dub dub!

It's ya boy NitroThunder224! Back at it again for another hoot and a holler; a true banger, if you will. This chapter is more plot-focused, but it sets up some spicy scenes and conflict in later chapters!

The previous One for All users, who were all now vestiges due to their terrible fates, stood currently in a featureless inky black void as they watched as the Ninth used what he dubbed “Full Cowl” to pogo jump off a nearby wall to save his possessed/compromised friend, one Jirou Kyoka whom was falling to her death. He could’ve had saved her if he was a bit quicker on the draw, if he put more “oomph” in his own hard-earned abilities, but— 

“She’s a goner,” the Second pessimistically said, arms crossed. He could’ve been wearing the soldier uniform he frequently wore when he was alive when opposing All for One, but he instead decided to shroud himself in a midnight black fog. Nonetheless his name was Koda, and while having a rather black and white worldview he shared the next Vestige’s sentiments: 

“At least she’ll be free,” the Seventh muttered, clenching her yellow gloved fists in distaste. Wearing her Pro Heroine costume, which consisted of a bleach white cape and knee-high boots with a black spandex bodysuit (along with a smaller red cape around the waist), her name was Shimura Nana and she was quite worried on how exactly Jirou’s death would affect the Ninth’s…Midoriya’s mental state.

Out of everyone in his mindscape, Nana cared the most for Midoriya Izuku. While that may have been because she knew his entire life story from his earliest memories to his darkest moments, she sympathized with the young lad. If she ever got to meet Midoriya before he passed (which she found unlikely), Nana liked to think of them having a paternal-like relationship, like with him and Toshi.

“Something’s wrong,” the Fifth interrupted her ruminations, placing a large hand on his chest. “I can feel it.”

The Fifth was named Banjo Daigoro and he was…special compared to most of them. While Nana and the others, such as the First, Second, and Third were reserved, Daigoro was what most would call “an extrovert.” He was a bald man who wore a dark leather outfit that had a functionally useless bandolier on his bare chest.

Seconds after Banjo interrupted, all the One for All users watched in amazement and shock as the Fifth’s original Quirk (Blackwhip) manifested for the Ninth and allowed the young UA student to save his compromised friend.

“Did that just happen?” Shimura asked with disbelief, having never seen this happen before with Toshi.

“That did, in fact, just happen,” Koda commented with both amazement and suspicion.

“The Ninth used my amazing Quirk!” Daigoro celebrated. “But how?!”

“How indeed…” Koda muttered before closing his metaphorical eyes, searching within himself until: “Something’s wrong with One for All.” At that everyone in the void looked to him in worry as he continued, “Search within yourselves. Can’t you feel it?”

Nana did as he said and…oh God. Something was wrong with One for All! It looked volatile, unstable, and…vulnerable to outside attacks. Quickly the Seventh directed her attention/power into shielding this security flaw, but it was as useful as a screen door on a battleship (wait, was that the right way to say it?)…

…in any case, it was ineffective at best and subpar at worst. That purple-haired kid from the Sports Festival could use his mind control Quirk and easily entrance Midoriya, just like—!

“Fuck!” Shimura yelled as she fell to the ground in the void, the strain of hiding the security flaw almost overwhelming her. Banjo stomped on over to her in a hurry, kneeling next to her as he quickly understood what she was doing.

“You’re strong, you can do this!” he encouraged, being careful not to give her a hearty slap on the back for extra moral support.

“You’re…” Nana breathed in and out quickly, out of breath, “…you’re goddamn right,” she agreed, signaling to him that she was going to slowly stand up again. Banjo walked away a bit, watching as his colleague and friend struggled to get up while keeping the security flaw underwraps from… him .

“This is bad,” the First (also known as Shigaraki Yoichi) uttered, finally joining the conversation. He appeared as having starch white hair with a light teal blue long sleeves shirt, along with green pants and shoes stereotypical of his time. “You can’t keep that up forever,” he noted, bringing a hand to his chin as he began to think.

“I—”

“Hold that thought, Seventh!” Daigoro interrupted with a loud voice, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention. “We need to figure this out before he notices,” he pointed out the obvious. “Come on, think! We can do this!”

---

Nearly 48 hours later and they still couldn’t “do this.”

They had exhausted their possibilities, such as reinforcing the vulnerability with more One for All users, using their limited accessibility of One for All to either shield the fault in itself or contact Midoriya.

Nothing was working, but thankfully the strain of hiding such an exploit was easier as the Ninth…as Midoriya went to bed with Jirou. Thankfully they were actually sleeping, no rape or anything. The two were snuggling and it looked almost cute, except for the whole undercurrent of possession and whatnot.

Suddenly, and without warning, a neon-purple crack appeared in the motionless, inky black void; so out of place in both expectedness and color that it put everyone on edge. From that crack they could see and sense in horror as a foreign entity tried to enter their mindscape.

All of them, from the First all the way to the not-fully-there-yet Eighth, felt stranger and stranger as they braced themselves, getting into battle positions as the foreign body crawled, clawed, and fought its way further inside.

It looked different for each of them, but to Nana it appeared as a writhing mass of unspeakable horror. A slimy, gooey monster composed of all their unsaid desires that seemed intent on subverting their will and minds.

A purple tentacle came racing, no, lashing out at them, the Second taking the hit to protect the others. When he was struck he fell to the floor, limp and unmoving as he yelled in absolute agony. The others watched as where he was hit was seemingly infected like sci-fi horror movies of old, the purple glowing cracks racing up his arms and traversing his body as it pleased, all the while as his mind was replaced with something darker, more insidious.

Koda’s vestige inside of One for All was gone within ten seconds, and in its place was a person who looked like him. The person who looked like Koda got off the floor with measured and assured movements, like a puppet being operated by a master puppeteer. When he rose and faced his former friends the only uncanny difference in his facial features was the self-assured smug leer.

“Now let’s get this party started,” the fake-Koda intoned, prompting the monster behind him to lash out with all of its tentacles as possible. 

Almost every former user of One for All got infected and replaced, the only remnant of them left being their looks and, of course, their Quirks; the only exception to this was the ever quiet and not-quite-there-yet vestige of All Might, who watched in muted horror and deep sadness.

Once everyone who could be replaced was gone, the monster that had caused all of this initially went crawling back into the fissure in the void, telling the infected Jirou that the plan wasn’t just a success, but a victory.

All the best for Izuku, of course.

---

The young green-haired man opened his eyes to a familiar void tarnished by an intruder. The inky black void was now an ominous royal purple and that wasn’t the only difference.

He was corporeal, not shrouded by black smoke in his face or his body, and there was a California king bed resting ten feet away.

“…hello?” Midoriya tried to speak, being pleasantly surprised when his voice worked. Encouraged by his discovery he yelled out, “Hello?! Anyone there?!”

“I’ve been waiting for you, Ninth,” a silky, feminine voice surprised him. He jumped around, in a battle stance when he saw that it was just…Nana, right? 

Yeah! It was Shimura Nana, the mentor of his mentor, All Might.

Knowing he was safe he dropped his guard and relaxed his posture, shifting out of his battle-ready stance. “Um, hi, Miss Shimura?” he asked wearily, seeing that she looked unhappy.

“Nana’s fine, Izuku,” the motherly figure corrected, giving him an unimpressed smile with an undercurrent of what looked like disappointment. “It took me—I mean, it took us a while to get you here like this,” she gestured to his body, “but now that you’re here, we can finally talk about what you’ve been doing lately.”

Izuku put two and two together, figuring out quickly that the vestiges inside of him have been watching his despicable actions as of late (probably since the very beginning of his nightmare). “Wait, I can explain!” Midoriya held up his hands, which were now clammy. Nervousness was evident in his features as he insisted, “I-I-I didn’t want to do any of that to my friends!”

“Really?” Nana replied blandly, unamused. “And what did you do to your so-called ‘friends?’” she challenged.

“I—”

“Oh, right! You raped your helpless, innocent friends when they needed you the most!” she bluntly pointed out, crossing her arms and unintentionally bringing attention to her big bosom; thankfully, Midoriya was too distracted to get an erection in this distorted void. “Did you get help from your homeroom teacher?” Shimura continued, her face steadily getting enraged. “Did you talk to the principal of UA? Did you talk to Toshi? Did you?!” she asked over and over, each question a punch to the gut for the young man.

“Didn’t you see me try?!” Midoriya yelled out, his anger over his perceived helplessness overpowering his wanting to appease his mentor’s mentor. “I tried! I swear! Didn’t you see me?!”

“Oh, we all saw you, Izuku. We saw you readily rape Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, Tsuyu, Ashido—”

“Stop it,” Midoriya begged, turning around and crouching low to the ground, bringing his hands to his ears to block out her accusations…no, her truth bombs.

“—Hagakure, Jirou, and even your own damn teacher, the Pro Heroine Midnight,” Nana finished her sentence.

But she still wasn’t done.

“We watched you, I watched you rape and defile those young women over and over again. Did you know that we can feel your emotions?” she asked, “Because we can. I had to feel you enjoy molesting them, Izuku. I had to feel you enjoy raping them and then give them a creampie over. And over. And over again. You liked it—”

“I did not!” Midoriya screamed and shook his head, vehemently denying her assertion, his tears making themselves known. “I didn’t like it! I couldn’t tell anyone!”

“Did it ever occur to you to ask Jirou if she could write a note to a teacher?”

Izuku froze, his heart skipping a beat as he processed that idea.

“She’s on your side and clearly doesn’t want your ‘nightmare,’” Shimura air-quoted, showing how much she believed it was actually a dream come true, “to continue. If you had asked her to make a note to any of your teachers, this would’ve been over already.”

Midoriya didn’t say anything and stayed quiet, for she was ultimately correct in his eyes. He heard her walk over to him before getting to his level. He hesitated before opening his eyes, seeing that Nana was staring directly at him, judging him.

“You’re supposed to be better than us, better than all the previous One for All users, Izuku. And before that fateful day you were doing that in stride,” the Seventh praised before her expression grew dark. “And then you go and do this. I just don’t understand it.”

It was silent for a bit as the two of them said nothing. Eventually Nana sighed, standing up and walking over to the bed.

“That’s all the time we have for now,” she lied with fake relief. “You know how to help them.”

And the next time Midoriya blinked he was gone from the distorted world, leaving the fake-Nana alone with herself.

“Oh, Zuku,” she moaned out, feeling up her tits with one hand while going knuckle-deep in her cunt with the other. “You’re so gullible~” she mewled out. She really wanted to fuck him then and there but seeing him get devastated, sad and depressed was so intoxicating that she simply couldn’t resist torturing him just a little bit.

Maybe she overdid it, but nonetheless she’ll reward him the next time she sees him, which would be very soon.

---

“Fuck, don’t wake up, don’t wake up,” was the first thing Izuku heard upon awaking from his wake-up call of a meeting.

The first thing Izuku felt upon waking up, however, was Jirou grinding her ass against his rock-hard length, his aching morning wood.

“Kyoka?” he mumbled in grogginess, confused about her actions.

Didn’t she say they weren’t going to have sex?

“Oh shit!” Jirou squeaked in surprise and guilt, immediately stopping her grinding motion on his clothed cock. “Shit shit, I’m sorry!”

“Whatwereyoudoing?” Midoriya slurred out, more out of it than he was expecting. It felt like…well, he didn’t actually know, he had nothing to compare this to, but it felt like he came out of a “bender,” as some would say?

Or rather, as someone would say.

“I…I was—” Kyoka stumbled over words, not facing his direction until she whispered, “I couldn’t help myself…”

Before he could say another word to her she launched herself off the bed and quietly left his room, leaving him both confused and still heavily horny. Now stuck with an erection Midoriya decided now was as best of a time to get rid of it, seeing as how none of the girls were around him to tempt/force him to use their supple, sweet bodies to his pleasure.

Midoriya flopped onto his back, wiping the eye boogers from his emerald eyes as he pulled down his pants. His cock sprung out with neediness, looking more prominent and veiny than usual; a thick bead of precum dribbling out from the tip that eventually slid down his painful morning wood. He grabbed from the base before he started to pump his hand, the aching feeling from his balls lessening as he masturbated with long, frantic strokes. As expected from a hormonally-charged teenager, Izuku’s thoughts strayed to his possessed friends doing this to him, pleasuring him as he sat back and relaxed. He closed his eyes, forgetting to resist the temptation, to resist becoming an accomplice instead of staying a victim as he imagined Uraraka tending to him.

She would be blowing him from top to bottom, taking all of him down her tight, petite throat as he used her like the living onahole she so desperately craved to be. Uraraka would at first try to get off his towering, saliva-covered cock for a breath of some much needed air eventually, at which point he would swiftly stop her with a controlled and liberal use of One for All; laying and keeping a hand on the back of her head to force her to take care of his problem.

Izuku stroked faster and faster, his breath catching in his throat as he delved further into his “forced” depravity.

Uraraka would have tears in her eyes from gagging so much, her tongue working double time to lick the underside of his dick, but like a good little whore she would swallow all of his load until he was properly drained and sated, not a second before.

Midoriya’s little fantasy stopped abruptly as his breathing intensified, hitting the point of no return as he began to cum. It was an unusually large amount of his seed, one that overfilled his hand and spilled out onto his groin in fact. By the time he finished cumming he was out of breath from the chemicals and hormones that surged throughout his very being, but oddly enough… it was still there.

His cock hadn’t deflated yet, still pulsing and bobbing up and down as it yearned for more stimulation. The all-too-familiar “post-nut clarity” also hadn’t happened yet, which meant that Izuku’s head was still fuzzy and horny. When he realized all of that, his inebriated mind got angry that none of the girls were there to properly—!

It was as if he came out of a very long dream…no, it was as if it was a very long nightmare, one where he was not in control of himself.

This wasn’t how he acted, this wasn’t how he thought at all. Something was different, that much was obvious, but what he cared about most was the “why” and the “how.”

Which was why Izuku got ready to find Uraraka and fuck her brains out; the little slut needed to stop being such a fucking tease and—

Midoriya shook his head hard, trying to keep his his mind on track but his mind tumbled down into shoving his rock hard, meaty cock in Yaomomo’s tight cunt while she shoved his head into her massive—

“Stop it,” Izuku said mentally, reigning himself in long enough to stand up and put on a pair of underwear over his erection, making it ache in pain while allowing him to get his mind out of the gutter…for now. Now alone and able to think (though he was quite unsatisfied), Midoriya thought of what to do next.

First things first was to deliver a text message to All Might through Jirou. Midoriya got his notebook, tore out a page and started to write, the action as easy as breathing the air. By the time the note was composed to his mentor did he realize something: He was actually able to write it! Gōkan didn’t stop him, which meant that he/she wasn’t always spying on him like he/she said they were.

“This is it,” Midoriya thought to himself. This right here was his “Golden Opportunity,” a chance to end this nightmare and return to normalcy…

Which is what he wanted, right?

This whole time he’s been begging, bitching, crying, and yearning for a way out of this mess, and now that he has a way out…he’s hesitating. He could literally send the message to Toshinori (or just talk to an uncompromised male teacher) and within the week—no, within a damn day it would all probably be over. All the girls would be freed, they’d all go back to normal…or would they? Do the girls still think while under Gōkan’s control, helpless to stop the rapist from using their bodies for his own wicked desires?

Or are they asleep, in the sense that from the time they were taken over to this very moment of the day they’ve been offline, like a computer?

…

…

…what the hell was he deliberating for? He needed to save them! He needed to save all of his friends!

If that was true then why couldn’t Midoriya bring himself to press the send message button to Toshinori?

Notes:

My mental health is mostly stabilized (for now), and I finally found a way to post the chapter. Originally the ending of this chapter was going to have Midoriya stopped by someone texting him or something but it just wasn't working out for days.

So I switched to this!

Also, is it just me or is there an emphasis on Jirou in this story? I swear that wasn't my intention, but either way it's going to be a Uraraka-focused chapter next time, so stay tuned!

Chapter 8: The Absence of Guilt

Summary:

Midoriya loses himself; a promise is made.

Notes:

What's up, you cutie idiots?! It's ya boy, NitroThunder224, back at it again with another chapter of TLSR (that's how I shorten the story chapter in Google Docs).

Sorry for the hiatus, I got busy with life and this story went on the back burner, but hey, at least I got the milk, right?

“History is written by the victors,” is a famous line throughout human culture. In layman’s terms it means that the story that ends up being told is from the winning side/team. In essence it was a matter of perspective, he realized.

Many people may perceive his predicament as “horrid, awful, cruel,” and most especially “heinous” and “morally reprehensible.”

Many people may perceive that allowing the raping and molestation of his friends to continue is an unjustifiable and immoral act that would make him the worst person in the world; as to allow such atrocities to exist and occur while being one of the people perpetrating it is…despicable, they’d probably say.

Most people would agree and perceive that telling a responsible adult about this fucked up incident would be the right thing to do, freeing all applicable and ending his little “nightmare.”

Most people, in Midoriya Izuku’s opinion, were perceiving wrong. Yes, they were correct about his “predicament”; yes, allowing what is happening is despicable; and yes, telling an adult is the right thing to do; but Midoriya Izuku perceived differently.

He saw the bigger picture: Gōkan Suraimu told him that he/she would kill the girls if he told anyone, thus if Izuku told anyone they’d die.

Simple.

So instead of sending the message to Toshinori or to Jirou, Midoriya kept the thought to himself, all the while hating that he was “powerless” to stop all this, thinking to himself that he was “powerless” in all of this.

In time Midoriya hoped to find a way out of this; a way to get all the girls free and stop this dream come true nightmare, but until then he’d have to keep complying and doing what is “asked” of him, lest he get them hurt.

Yes yes, when all this is said and over, when the ash is clear and the fire is out, Midoriya Izuku would have very good reasons to tell the police why this went on so long, if they even find out at all! Gōkan was such a good actor/actress and performer that all the afflicted classmates in 1-A were still passing and improving their Quirks, which meant they’d never get caught realistically without intervention.

(He wishes it didn’t fill him with a bit of relief…)

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After the mental gymnastics all day Midoriya was distracted by the throbbing, aching erection between his legs. Halfway through English class he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, which was thankfully unoccupied, and pull down his pants, exposing his pulsating cock which looked…

Bigger?

Midoriya grasped his dick and felt the weight in his hand, felt the texture and veins running alongside it. It definitely looked bigger by a fair margin (an inch or two bigger?), and just pressing his cool palms against his flesh made the pain in his balls…in his testicles lessen slightly, as if sensing he’d “relieve the pressure,” as it were.

And he did just that, masturbating at school like a degenerate until he popped, fantasizing about Ochaco’s, Yamomos’s, and Jirou’s bodies all the while. Yet, even after he came he still didn’t go down, and he felt more frustrated than usual.

Fighting his cock back into his pants, Izuku walked back to English, barely listening to Present Mic read a literary classic before the bell rang. Midoriya watched with the slightest of scowls on his face as his classmates filtered out, waiting for one of them…

“Bro, you okay?”

…until Kirishima decided to bother him.

(Why is he acting so pessimistically?)

“Yeah, all good, Kirishima,” Midoriya off-handedly answered, waiting for Urar—

“You sure? You’ve got this scowl on your face, man,” Eijiro continued, concern on his face. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked sincerely.

Izuku sighed, taking his eyes off of her and looking towards his red-haired friend. His scowl softened at seeing the worry on his friend’s face, the need for answers abating as he calmly explained, “No, I’m good, but thank you. I’m fine.” Having finished what he needed to say, Midoriya watched as Kirishima left, his scowl returning when he saw that while he was distracted she left.

With a grumble he texted Uraraka to meet him behind the school, getting a thumbs-up emoticon in response. Midoriya walked with a purposeful stride to the location in question, his erection still powerful and aching inside his school uniform.

The school, which used to be a maze for the first couple of weeks of the semester, was now a familiar labyrinth of twisting halls and turns. When he arrived on the outside of the school and passed by the very clean and tidy dumpsters he saw Uraraka Ochaco and for a moment…he forgot.

He forgot that she wasn’t herself, seeing her as the true Uraraka.

He forgot that she was an imposter, that in reality she was Gōkan Suraimu, serial rapist and potential murderer.

He forgot about everything bad happening in his life, his heart lifting upon seeing her.

That was until he saw her leer at him obnoxiously and obviously, her head and gaze moving until it landed on his “hidden” erection in his pants. She licked her lips for a quick second before masking once more, looking bright, chipper, and slightly confused as she lifted her head, maintaining eye contact with him.

“What’s up, Deku?” Ochaco asked, tilting her head slightly like a dog. If he had blinked a second too long Izuku would have never noticed the discrepancy. She looked like herself, acting like herself and hell, because of their closeness he could even tell she smelled the same.

But she wasn’t.

Midoriya stomped over closer to her, the absentminded thought in his mind that he didn’t act like this, that he never acted like this, but it was pushed aside and forgotten, like a child in an overcrowded orphanage.

“Deku?” Uraraka asked, watching in nervousness as he got closer, and closer, and closer until they were nose to nose. She could smell the slight sheen of sweat and musk coming off of him, instantly making her panties wet but she hid it well, still continuing the act of being Uraraka Ochaco. “D-D-Deku? You’re acting really scary…” she said, the tremor in her voice on point and it almost seemed genuine.

Midoriya, disgusted by Gōkan’s impeccable acting, slammed his palm against the wall behind her, going over her shoulder. “What did you do to me?!” he demanded to know.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…?” Ochaco tried, looking mighty uncomfortable.

“Liar! Drop the act already!” he commanded with a surprising amount of authority.

Uraraka Ochaco’s face, which was once filled with shock and worry, quickly transformed into an ugly sneer with too much teeth; like a beautiful princess transmogrifying into a godawful, ugly wicked witch. “Kukuku!” she weirdly got out, “Has your body learned how good sex feels and now you want to have sex with every girl you see?” Gōkan-Uraraka accused, her uncanny smile becoming wider and wider with every syllable. “I didn’t do anything, you’ve just become a pervert,” she finished, crossing her arms to purposefully accentuate her large bosom.

Midoriya wanted to deny with his dying breath that wasn’t true, that he doesn’t want to fuck and impregnate every girl he sees (where did that thought come from?); he wanted to deny that he hadn’t become a pervert, that he was the same young man he was a month and some change ago…

“I’ll happily spread my legs for you, Deku,” Gōkan-Uraraka began, a self-assured grin on her face. “All you have to do is ask.”

Quickly forgetting the moral quandary he was previously thinking, Izuku shouted in outrage with a large prominent blush, “I’m not going to do that!”

“By the way, I was thinking of letting the girls go soon.”

The outrage, the feelings that was previously overwhelming him (lust, anger, confusion, sexual frustration, deep suicidal depression) simply…froze upon hearing his victim…hearing his “friend” say that randomly.

They…were going to be free soon?

Did Jirou know this?

“Aww…what’s the matter?” she egged on, a sickly sweet smile on her face. “That’s what you wanted, right Deku?” she asked innocently, already knowing his true answer.

“Then…things can go back to normal…” Izuku thought hopefully, though for some reason there was an undercurrent of what felt like…disappointment?

Why?

Before Midoriya could ponder his feelings properly he was suddenly pulled into a hug, his head and a bit of his hands being pushed into Uraraka’s soft, pillowy breasts. When he realized the divine sensation and smelled her scent/perfume his mind went a bit dizzy, his erection leaking so much precum that it was staining the outside of his pants.

“First, I just want to say…” Uraraka sniffled out, a pinprick of tears coming out her tear ducts. “I don’t want to be Deku’s enemy anymore, so let’s be your friend instead, okay?” she tearfully hoped, pulling his head back in every time he tried to come to his senses. “I didn’t do anything bad to you, except letting you have sex with all the cute girls in your class,” she euphemized easily, Izuku’s hazy and incoherent mind unable to correct her in its state. “You can just win over Uraraka Ochaco the usual way.”

“This is bad…Ochaco’s sweet smell is filling my mind…” Midoriya’s last shreds of morality and humanity managed to think, his mind like molasses as he sniffed more of her smell as covertly as possible.

“I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want…” Uraraka continued, this time threading her fingers through his green curls as she soothed both him and herself.

“I can’t hold back anymore…I want to…I need to—”

“Eh? Deku? What are you—?”

It happened in a flash, like lightning streaking through an inky black, midnight sky. 

Midoriya Izuku pulled out of the booby hug, pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion (his aching and towering cock springing free), moved aside his possessed and unwilling friend/victim’s skirt and panties and plunged inside of her pussy while holding the left side of her hip. He was so excited and pent-up from this morning/earlier in English that he instantly came deep within her, filling and painting her womb white with his sticky and warm, thick and creamy cum; he didn’t even know if it was her risky day or not (nor did he care at the moment).

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t take it anymore! I need Ochaco’s pussy!” Midoriya moaned out, emptying every last drop of his seed into her, his cock visibly pulsating as it pushed out his gooey semen.

“Deku stuck it inside of his own volition!” Gōkan-Uraraka thought in happy surprise to herself, her face at first genuinely shocked until it turned into an excited, feral grin. “Then that means…”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m—” Midoriya stammered out, like a broken record player repeating the same lines over and over again. He quickly pulled out his still erect cock, their combined juices spilling out of her pristine cunt in quick succession, as he (in his own mind) pathetically begged, “Please forgive me!”

Huffing and panting for a quick second Uraraka clapped her hands together at an angle that Midoriya hoped wasn’t meant to thank him. “I’m really happy that Deku wants to do naughty stuff with me too!” she began, a cheshire grin slowly growing as she then plowed through his cries of denial, “But is just one creampie really enough to satisfy you?” she asked, staring him dead in the eyes.

Just like what happened with Midnight-sensei, it was as if Midoriya Izuku took a backseat in his own body. It was as if the repressed, very sexual being inside of him was finally making itself known in the most obvious of ways.

Case in point, instead of saying “Yes” or “No” to his possessed friend he deftly moved his head and kissed her straight on the lips, forcing his tongue inside her mouth to conquer hers.

Ochaco’s initial surprise wasn’t there at all, because why would it be? Their other self in the body of Jirou Kyoka was correct in their assessment and plan, so there was no doubt in her mind that Deku would follow his carnal desires. She allowed the invasion of his tongue freely in her mouth, the two clashing in the most erotic and toe-curling of ways.

She didn’t put up much of a fight to begin with (Ochaco was more of a submissive slut than, say, Nemuri was), but the ferocity, eagerness, and dominance that Deku showed was simply intoxicating; the way he kept up the pressure, the way he didn’t give her a second to breathe, the lack of air going to her brain making her a bit loopy…

Who knew losing was so much fun?

When Uraraka had to tap out for air Deku didn’t let her, he held her still and plunged back in her dripping snatch, overpowering her completely and totally. It felt good, better than good to be honest, but at this rate she’d die without air…

Thankfully he pulled off for a chance of air, breathing heavily as he nonchalantly tore off her UA blazer with his natural hard-earned strength.

“Deku!” she complained at first, about to say more when—

“Shut up,” he ordered, groping her tits freely and without permission.

Uraraka blinked owlishly at the two-word sentence. She expected this type of behavior from the more assertive types of males, but not Deku ; sweet and lovable and kind and altruistic he was. “But—”

Midoriya quickly stopped groping her left tit, using his left hand to roughly and, quite rudely in her opinion, to grasp her throat and choke her out, restricting her breathing to the point she could barely let out a word, let alone breathe.

“D…D…” she tried to enunciate, but failed to do so.

“When I talk, you listen,” Deku told her bluntly, acting completely unlike himself. “If I tell you, not ask you, to do something, what do you do?” he semi-rhetorically asked, not really expecting a response, his mind in “The Zone.”

Deku…Midoriya was appreciating the lack of oxygen going to Uraraka’s brain, as it was making her tight cunt even tighter, and she looked goddamn vulnerable like this: His crush gasping for breath, a sliver of saliva running down her chin, her face/eyes in a sort of “ahegao” look…

It was goddamn exhilarating.

It was goddamn freeing and exciting.

It was doing “things” to him (he couldn’t quantify it with words sadly at the moment).

It was a weight off his mind having this much power and control over one person, fuck, all of these young women with such fuckable and breedable bodies. Izuku couldn’t wait until one of them finally missed their period, showing with clear and hard evidence they were pregnant with his child.

Wait…

For the smallest of seconds Midoriya Izuku came back to the world, unclouded by animalistic lust and his other self. He wondered what the hell was going through his mind, wondered where all this was coming from.

He quickly went back under when he felt his balls spasming as he came deep within his crush’s pussy once again, feeling his testicles get lighter after finally emptying their load.

But still he wasn’t done. After he had her complete and total cooperation/obedience they went at it for another hour in a variety of positions. Doggy, missionary, the fusion (that one was interesting but kind meh in his opinion), you name it they did it. It didn’t matter how they did it, as they still did the dirty on the outside of the school campus, in view of anyone who may or may not have been peeping on them.

Izuku especially enjoyed the titjob and subsequent deepthroat to clean off his dirty cock from all the fun they had when they were done, and doubly so when he got to rest his head on Ochaco’s lap when they were done.

Uraraka threaded her fingers through his curly viridian green hair with a twisted sort of love. She loved Deku like she loved her most favorite of dolls, as dolls are easy to control and bend to your will.

Knowing he couldn’t hear her in his unconscious state of being, Uraraka whispered gently and unkindly to him, “I’m never leaving you, Deku. I’ll always be by your side.”

“…promise?” he groggily and tiredly asked, not really understanding the ramifications of what he was saying in his sleeping stupor.

Uraraka grinned and whispered back, “I promise.”

And with that he fully fell asleep, dead to the world temporarily. With a bit of a reach Uraraka pulled out her smartphone and texted the groupchat:

Gravity Girl: Deku has been secured! :)

Several people are typing.

While Ochaco waited for her friends/other selves to finish texting her, she thought about the pleasant surprise Deku would be in for when he awoke later, absentmindedly remembering something she played in a video game once:

“Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power.”

Notes:

I first read the "Give him power" line in inFamous 1 on the PS3, and man did it change me. Have all of y'all played inFamous?

Stupid questions aside, the story is going to go crazy (read: go into even more debauchery) soon, so stay tuned; and hit those comments with shit you want to see in these chapters, I'm serious.

Chapter 9: Nature vs. Nurture (Part 1)

Summary:

Midoriya "misses" his chance; some backstory is revealed.

Notes:

I'm back, bitches! One sleepless night and I decided to come back to this story. Originally this chapter was supposed to introduce a new canon character but I decided to make this more of a plot-focused chapter.

As the kids say, "Sorry not sorry."

In any case it's good to be back!

Midoriya Izuku awoke slowly from unconsciousness and the first thing he saw was Uraraka Ochaco’s face smiling at him softly. He closed his eyes again, hoping against hope that it was one of “those” dreams again.

“Uraraka?”

“There there,” she shushed gently, playing with his lips lightly with her padded fingertips. “You’ve been asleep for almost thirty minutes now.”

“I had this…I had this horrible nightmare,” Midoriya muttered, nestling further into the soft and fluffy pillow resting on his head. God, it smelled so good too…

“What was it about?” she asked kindly.

“I…all of you guys…I mean, you, Yamomo, Ashido, Tsuyu, Jirou, Hagakure…you were all possessed by some…crazy guy and I had to…” he trailed off, not wanting to scare his crush away, even though this was one of “those” dreams again. “It was terrible.”

“Well, good thing it wasn’t a nightmare and just a dream come true,” Ochaco explained away, as if she was comforting a small child.

“Yeah…” Midoriya mumbled before his brain finally caught up and he gasped out, “‘A dream come true?!’” His eyes shot open, the tiniest bit of red in it as he stared at the semi-naked form of his crush/friend smiling wickedly at him. “What have I done?” he cried before he realized something: “Don’t—”

She decided to take it further with an unrestrained grin, “Me, Deku. You did me for a long while,” she giggled evilly. “God, you were so fucking hot!” Uraraka…Gokan-Uraraka complimented. “You were amazing,” she enunciated, lightly jiggling her bosom to entice him for another round, smacking against his face.

Midoriya groaned, hating himself so, so much. Now with a clearer head he immediately felt like the worst piece of shit human to have ever affronted the world.

How could he have done such things to his friend, no, to his crush ? How could he choke her out when she reasonably got upset about her blazer being broken? When he used her like his favorite toy when she never asked for it?

“Thanks for earlier. Also, all the girls in Class 1-A will happily be your personal onahole, just for you!” Gōkan-Uraraka happily proclaimed with no shame, giving him a cute thumbs-up.

His cock visibly jumped a bit upon hearing that, it slapping against his tummy in excitement.

Gōkan-Uraraka hummed out, seeing Deku’s growing cock steadily gaining blood flow. She reached out to grasp it, probably to give him a handjob when her hand was stopped in place by a strong hand.

Before she could say anything Deku shushed her, giving her a look of concentration as he felt something niggling in the back of his mind. At first Izuku thought it was the piece of Gōkan in his head, but this felt…different, more familiar. Much like the thrum of One for All and his new whip-like ability (that he really needed to speak to someone about, especially Toshi), this new ability was giving him a slight headache that was increasing in intensity.

Midoriya sat upright and swiveled his head side to side, finding that the headache grew in strength while looking at the entrance of the little side valley where he and Uraraka…where he and Gōkan-Uraraka were hiding. He narrowed her eyes before whispering to his possessed crush, “Use your Quirk and hide upwards.”

Nodding obediently, Gōkan-Uraraka tapped her body and then did a strongish leap upwards, sliding up the side of the wall and holding the ledge to stop her acceleration. Up high and out of sight, she watched as out of the corner Aizawa-sensei came walking cooly over to Deku’s position, looking as gruff and unapproachable as ever.

Thankfully while she was doing all of that her love interest (and victim) got dressed real quick and tidied up, looking as presentable as one could be after sex.

“Midoriya,” Aizawa greeted, looking all around but thankfully not upwards, “what are you doing here?”

“I was practicing my kicks in private, sir,” Midoriya somehow smoothly said, surprising even himself with his suaveness. “I didn’t want to bother you for getting gym time and I didn’t want any of the class to see I was pushing myself too hard, especially after what happened the other day.”

Aizawa grunted in affirmation, yawning out soon after, “Speaking about the other day, what the hell was that? Some new manifestation of your Quirk?”

“I…I’m not quite not sure, sir,” Midoriya truthfully told him, twiddling his thumbs to appear worried.

“Hmph,” Shouta huffed out before pulling up his sleeve to see his state-of-the-art support tech: A watch. After checking the time and realizing that yes, he’s being paid to be a teacher and a guardian for his students right now and he can’t slack off, he looked to Midoriya. “Walk and talk,” he curtly commanded, turning on a dime to walk back to…somewhere.

Midoriya gulped as he followed his teacher, wondering if the gentle thrum in the back of his mind whenever he looked at the older man was normal.

Resolving to apologize to his crush/possessed friend later for leaving her literally high but most certainly not dry (especially internally), the two began to talk:

“What’s going on between you and your classmates?” Shouta asked ambiguously, hoping the younger man would take the bait that he’s setting. He had gotten an “anonymous” handwritten piece of paper the other day from a most-assured “anonymous” source.

Dear Sensei,

Something weird is going on between Midori-bro Midoriya Izuku and the girls of Class 1-A. Please help him.

Sincerely,

-A Concerned Student

It was from Kirishima Eijiro, of course. The handwriting was dead-on for his and the fact that it had a “misspelled” word in there, hastily crossed out it may be, showed who the source was.

To be honest Aizawa hadn’t noticed anything wrong with his students, in or out of class, except maybe Midoriya as he looked more confident than usual. The causes for such a good thing could be as numerous and mysterious as the fish in the ocean, but Shouta expected a benign reason for it, nothing big.

“Nothing at all,” Midoriya lied easily before blanching internally; this was his moment to tell the truth! Finally, a chance to come clean and end this nightmare!

That’s what he wanted, right?

Swallowing his nerves, Izuku opened his mouth to speak, “Actually—”

“Shouta!” came the feminine squee of the possessed Kayama Nemuri, AKA the R-Rated Heroine Midnight. She came rushing onto the scene, her bountiful bouncing bust jiggling hypnotically as she ran. She came crashing into her best friend, hugging him tightly. “How are ya doing?!”

“Great,” Aizawa drawled out, about to struggle out of her infamous bear hug when she let go automatically, almost as if she wanted out of it as much as him.

A bit odd but whatever.

“Nemuri, I’m a little busy,” Shouta shot a thumb over to Midoriya, who waved innocently/idiotically to his colleague.

“D’waa, it’s little Midoriya!” she crowed, going around the young man and resting her heaving covered breasts on his back. “How you doin’, hun?” she whispered, her breath tickling the back of Izuku’s ear.

Midoriya gulped in anticipation, fear, and/or lust; he wasn’t quite sure at the moment. All he knew was that he felt oddly relieved that Nemuri was here, as her presence meant that he couldn’t tell anyone safely.

Did he feel relief that he didn’t have to tell anyone right now or did he feel relief that he had an excuse to keep this “nightmare” going?

That…he did not have an answer for, so Midoriya wisely and deftly managed to get out of the grasp of his possessed teacher. “I-I-I think I have to go, sorry!” he apologized, speed walking out of there.

Aizawa sighed in disappointment as yet another student got away because of his friend. “Nemuri, weren’t you being a little… friendly with Midoriya?” he hinted, hoping he wouldn’t have to spell it out.

“Jeez, Shouta! I’m just being my lovable self!” Midnight booed, pouting slightly at the man. “Besides, what man doesn’t enjoy a little ‘attention’ every once in a while?” she argued.

Shouta made a face. “Midoriya is a growing boy, not a man yet. He does not need ‘attention’ from someone who could be his mother,” he countered, feeling a bit disgusted by his close friend’s word choice.

“God, you’re no fun anymore!” Kayama complained before haughtily walking away, leaving the teacher by his lonesome. She stalked through the halls until she ended up at her room on campus, a messy place it was. 

The possessed Nemuri dropped her expression as soon as she was alone, away from prying eyes and the “omniscient” principal Nedzu. Her face was devoid of emotion, as it usually was when she was truly by herself. Peeling off her clothes as fast as possible, she practically ran into the attached bathroom and turned the water onto searingly hot, hastily wiping off the touch of one Aizawa Shouta off her skin. “Never again, never again,” she muttered to herself, her skin turning red from the heat as she thought of her newest obsession (and her newest weakness).

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Midoriya Izuku was in his bathroom, showering off today’s earlier activities. He scrubbed dutifully, getting every important area clean before turning off the water. He blindly reached out for a towel before he dried himself off, stepping out of the bathtub and walking in-front of the mirror.

Midoriya examined himself, shifting his face and making facial expressions. The mirror image of him looked like him…but it was hollow, without substance. He could see it in his eyes, the way his smile looked like it was being worn by another. His posture was different too, less shrunk into himself and more…self-assured? Confident?

It was like he had taken a serum or a potion recently, affecting him in a strange case much like another man so long ago….

Izuku shrugged and left the bathroom, dropping the towel on his way to his bed. He got under the covers, rather blasé about it all and closed his eyes, awaiting whatever his subconscious would torment him tonight with.

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A royal purple sky surrounded the young, green-haired man when he next opened his eyes. He tried to turn his head instinctively to better assess his newest location when he realized he couldn’t. He then tried to move his arms automatically but failed to. His legs too betrayed him, not even responding to the mental twitch he commanded them to do. Midoriya knew he was inside of One for All, but unlike every time he’s been there he couldn’t see properly. He wasn’t even standing up from what he could tell.

Taking stock of the situation he was in, Izuku closed his eyes and ran over what he did know and what he could extrapolate from the situation he was in.

He knew he was laying down on something and, while he couldn’t directly observe it, it felt like he was on a bed designed for his pleasure and comfort, almost as if the exact material and properties of the bed he would theoretically like was just plucked from his subconscious. Midoriya also took notice of how it smelled. It was feminine, light and airy, yet enticing for the more instinctual part of his brain.

He knew he was inside of One for All, judging by the sky and the gut feeling he had. Midoriya still had no idea why the colors changed recently from a mostly black sky, interspersed with drops/patches of color to this dominant royal purple color, but he’d figure it out eventually.

Knowing he was inside of One for All meant one of the vestiges wanted to talk with him, right? Izuku sighed, knowing it was probably going to be Nana.

Only… when he opened his eyes again he saw something that wasn’t there before. A rectangle-shaped screen was in-front of him, displaying an event (or perhaps a memory?) for him.

“I was born without a smile,” Midoriya heard from the screen, though no image displayed yet. “I learned, eventually, how to make one. How to smile ‘nicely’, how to smile ‘deceptively’. How to smile at just the right person, at just the right moment, with as much ‘warmth’ as I wanted the other to see to get my way,” the voice continued.

“I always knew I was different, not only because I had the ability to turn into sentient, movable slime,” the voice offhandedly mentioned, much to Midoriya’s horrified realization, “but because my mother told me. She was just like me, or rather, I was just like her. She told me that everything I felt, or the lack of it, was not my fault. That it was not normal, but I had to accept it just like she did when she was younger. Luckily, she promised to give me ‘tips/lessons’ up to my 18th birthday,” the voice, now identified as Gōkan Suraimu, recalled with what could only be fondness. 

“I’ll never forget her first tip, her first lesson: It was how to act.”

At Midoriya’s confusion the screen changed to show a young boy, no older than ten, at a park with an older woman, presumably his mother. The two were sitting at a park bench, far away enough that no one could tell what they plotting. There were children playing at the monkey bars and swings, having a fun time as the young boy stared impassively at them, no emotion on his face. His mother, on the other hand, was staring with wizened fondness at her son, as if remembering a time long ago when she did the same in public.

“Do you remember what faces you’re supposed to make when you meet them?” the mother asked her son gently.

The boy nodded before looking her in the eyes. His face, which was emotionless and empty at first, changed into a scared yet hopeful one.

“Good job. Now what face do you make if they say yes?” she quizzed him.

Her son’s face went from scared yet hopeful to a delightfully happy expression.

“And if they say no?”

The young boy’s face went from delightfully happy to downtrodden and embarrassed, his face reddening from a blush.

Izuku watched with an indescribable feeling in his mind as the mother and a younger Gōkan went through each and every possible facial expression he had to make in case something happened. When the mother was satisfied, she sent the younger Gōkan off to play. 

The screen suddenly turned off again as Gōkan continued, “I later asked her why I needed friends that day and I was given my second tip, my second lesson: Friends come and go, but when they’re tools they last forever.

“One day, when I was 13, I asked my mother if I would ever feel anything, if I would ever experience emotions like everyone else. She told me ‘no’, I wouldn’t feel emotions like everyone else, but I could experience it in my own ‘special way’. She told me, when the time is right, I will find someone and they’ll make me feel in a way that I’ve never felt before.

“When that happens, she told me, your heart is going to thump and pound in your chest and you’ll quickly find it harder to breathe. You’re going to have a hard time thinking and you won’t know why. Your hands will be sweaty, your knees will wobble, and you’re going to feel nauseous to the point of wanting to throw up.

“No matter how bad it sounds, no matter what you experience, you’re also going to feel something else for the first time, she told me. I asked her what could possibly be worth going through all those horrible things that my tools tell me they hate going through.

“She told me one word before leaving the room: Emotions.”

And then Midoriya woke up in a cold sweat, wondering what the hell just happened… and wondering why he felt responsible for all it.

Notes:

I find the concept of nature vs. nurture to be fascinating. To understand why someone is the way they are is insane.

Feedback and/or things you want to see in future chapters welcomed.

Chapter 10: A Date and a Vampire

Summary:

Midoriya forgets the big bad in his life for a time; a new challenger approaches!

Notes:

Happy New Year! Welcome back to TLSR, you filthy animals!

This is, again, a more plot-focused chapter, but I pinky-promise there's going to be sex galore in the next chapter.

“What just happened?” Izuku asked himself mentally, breathing fast and hard in his empty room at Heights Alliance. He held his blanket close to him with a weak grip, grappling with what he just learned about Gōkan Suraimu, his rapist and tormentor.

Why did Gōkan show that to him? There had to be a point to showing him, right? Some…ulterior motive, perhaps?

Izuku shook his head to dispel the thought and immediately regretted it. He felt woozy and a little bit drowsy as he sat up, if not lethargic at the moment. Thirsty, Midoriya put on a change of clothes that did a reasonably good job hiding his massive morning wood before stumbling his way down to the kitchens, taking great pains not to wake up his friends/fellow students. Arriving in the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in a quiet but quick motion, clearly practiced and premeditated. In a flash the bottle was empty and Izuku felt better.

“Hey.”

And now Izuku felt worse.

“How’d,” his victim yawned, “ya sleep, Deku?”

Izuku squeezed the bottle in his hand, deforming the plastic as it wailed in protest. Pretending and acting normal around his possessed friends was sometimes difficult for him, especially around his original love, Uraraka Ochaco.

From what he could ascertain, she had also woken up not too long ago. Her hair was a mess in an endearing way, all frazzled and knotted to Hell and back; framing nicely with her rounded face. Her clothing, which used to be modest and non-arousing during the initial months of their stay here, was now a feast for the eyes.

A white tank top with no pesky bra getting in the way of the natural movements and physics of her glorious tits. A pair of booty shorts with the iconography of a cartoon bear plastered all over it; the article of clothing should’ve been thrown away ages ago, due to fighting a losing battle containing all of Uraraka’s ass and curves.

Yes indeed, Uraraka Ochaco was a feast for the eyes…or rather, his eyes only. At the beginning of this little “nightmare”, Midoriya Izuku was against it all. He hated being someone’s puppet. He hated having to rape his friends, his morality and ethics twisted and mutilated like a puppy in a room with a child sociopath.

But as the days turned into weeks, and those weeks into a month or two…something began to buckle; change, if you will. Somewhere, somehow, Midoriya got a little used to the scenario he was in.

And he wanted to be scared by this fact. He wanted to be horrified, appalled, baffled. He wanted to feel a lot of negative emotions.

But he didn’t.

“Good morning, Uraraka,” Izuku greeted nicely, not even trying to avert his gaze from her bosom/curves anymore. He moved aside to allow her to enter the fridge, getting a good view of her jiggling backside. “I slept well, but—”

His thoughts were put on hold, as when she bent over to grab her drink her booty shorts dug into her skin almost painfully it looked like, as he could clearly see the outlines of her pussy lips.

His erection made itself known again, pulsing in agitation as it wanted to do what it was designed to do: Breed and conquer.

“…but, uh, how about you?”

“I slept well, considering,” Ochaco told him while in the fridge, purposely moving her ass side to side so that it wobbled and attracted his attention. Finally finding it, Uraraka began sipping on some banana-flavored milk as she got out of the refrigerator, closing it behind her. “We haven’t hung out at all in a while, have we?” she asked.

Pausing for a minute, Midoriya eventually admitted, “You’re right, we haven’t…not in a long while.”

“Except when we’re having constant, bed-breaking sex,” his inner voice corrected him.

“I was thinking that…we could fix that? Well,” Uraraka stumbled over her words a bit, as if she’s trying to muster up the courage to do so. “We could go on a date? Today?”

“Yes!” Midoriya immediately blurted out before composing himself, “I mean… yes.”

“Great! Let’s go soon,” Uraraka chirped out, walking back to her room while internally preening herself.

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They were both dressed and ready to go within the hour, the nagging voice in the back of Midoriya’s mind being pushed to the wayside as soon as he saw Uraraka.

She wore a pair of denim shorts that straddled the line of modest and immodest; modest because it technically covered everything imperative, immodest because so much of her was showing. Ochaco also wore a multicolor tank top that had horizontal blue and white stripes that just barely contained the fullness of her bountiful bouncing breasts.

“W-Well? What d’you think…?” Uraraka asked a momentarily stunned Izuku, who was staring previously.

“I-erm…youlookgreatandsoamazing!” he rapidly-fired out his speech, a blush overtaking the young man as he closed his eyes in embarrassment, feeling his heart pound due to the “pureness” of his love.

Ochaco’s expression fell away as soon as she noticed that her date wasn’t observing her, turning twistedly evil with a touch of devilishness in her shark-like smile. It was a smile that promised nothing good would happen to any that befell her sight. It was a smile that only a blind man would trust, or perhaps a child starving in the side alleyway who didn’t know better.

And it was a smile that Izuku missed by the time he recomposed himself, catching only the sugary-sweet timid smile of his date as she said, “Perfect!”

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The nagging voice in the back of Midoriya’s head kept coming back intermittently as he enjoyed the day with his crush, forgetting life’s worries.

The irony was lost on the poor fool.

Izuku had three locations he wanted him and Uraraka to visit today, one of them being:

“An American-themed diner?” Uraraka asked in slight confusion. She would’ve considered them going to, like, a mom and pop ramen shop…but this could work.

“Yeah! My mom used to bring me here with Kacchan’s family when we were younger,” Midoriya casually (perhaps even carelessly) revealed to Uraraka, his guard down at the worst of times.

“Oh?” Uraraka hummed out with a melodic tint to her voice. Knowing exactly what she was doing, she casually (but most certainly carefully) said to her Deku/date as they navigated to a table for two, “I bet you made a cute kid.”

Midoriya blushed up a storm, turning a scarlet red as he mentally recounted all those times his mom helped him dress up as All Might, or rather, “Small Might” when he was younger. He recounted the way his mother was thinner back before it was discovered he was Quirkless, how Kacchan and his family treated him better before his unfortunate diagnosis.

Unbeknownst to Izuku, however, the piece of Gōkan inside of his head, inactive most of the time, was decidedly on and functioning; relaying all of this pertinent information back to Gōkan Prime and Beta.

Having an excellent poker face on account of their condition, Uraraka’s face betrayed none of this new knowledge as she nodded “dumbly” before ordering her meal.

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After the diner and an ice cream parlor, they (namely Izuku) had decided to end the date’s festivities by watching an old, pre-Quirk film called “The Mark of Zorro”.

In his opinion the movie was great! The main character’s goal was noble and more reminiscent of old comic book superheroes than that of a modern day Pro Hero, but it was still cool to protect the little people, especially back then during an age of no Quirks.

Of course, by the time the movie was over everyone had decided to crowd the entrance, ruining the moment he wanted to have with his date…

Izuku shook the normal and nagging thoughts to the back of his mind, safely forgetting it (for now). Looking around both himself and Uraraka, all he saw was a crowd of young adults and couples ranging from age/sex trying to enter and exit the establishment. The full moon, high up above and out of reach of mankind for the last few centuries, shone down upon them and also:

“We could cut through there,” Midoriya gestured to an out-of-the-way alley behind the theatre. It looked dark and foreboding, but it was also the quickest way back to the train, which would be taking off within the hour.

Uraraka looked at it with apprehensive eyes, noticing how the light overhead the alleyway, which was supposed to make it bright and welcoming, was now dim and off; broken and ominous, it seemed like. “I-I-I don’t know, Deku…” she said in an unsure manner.

“I guess you’re right,” Izuku easily conceded, about to turn around and struggle through the masses when they both heard it: A baby crying, perhaps for its mother?

“Deku, there’s a kid in there!” Ochaco voiced her concerns, completely switching her stance on the issue due to her paternal nature. She rushed in without a second thought, though Midoriya hesitated like he did all those moons ago.

A part inside of his head was practically screaming at him, warning him of the danger lurking inside the darkened alley. Much like with Aizawa-sensei, the pain only emanated from when he looked directly at the mouth of the alleyway.

The one his date just went through.

Sighing at his rotten luck, Midoriya dashed through the entrance of the foreboding alleyway, ignoring the increasing headache he was getting and the rodents scattering away from the rotten corpse of a pigeon. As he goes deeper and deeper, the cries of the baby get louder and louder until he arrives at the same location as Uraraka.

Both she and him stand several feet away from an abandoned baby carriage that has clean lines of dried blood draped over it. The crying of the baby has grown simultaneously overwhelming and deafening as both Midoriya and Uraraka approach closer and closer to the carriage.

Until the strangest of things happened to Izuku: The headache/the pain in his head had grown and matured so much over the period of entering the alleyway to examining the baby carriage that it twisted and spiked. Like a lightning bolt striking his head, he saw more so than also felt as Uraraka was sneak-attacked from behind, her belly now exposed as the blood that was supposed to be safely inside was now rushing out of Uraraka Ochaco’s stomach wound like a tsunami to a little coastal town.

As she began to fall she knocked aside the baby carriage, revealing a simple smartphone playing back an audio of a baby. Finally catching Ocahco, he held her dying body, watching as the real—

And just like that he was back, entering the mouth of the alleyway once more as his consciousness reinserted itself back into its proper time.

Midoriya Izuku blinked once, twice, before clenching his jaw so tight he was sure it was going to be breaking simply from the groans of protest his teeth were making. Deciding that now was the best time to trust his newfound powers Izuku used his new whip-like ability to latch onto a wall and slingshot himself over to Uraraka’s location several seconds earlier than he originally made it.

“There’s a villain with us,” Midoriya told his date simply as he kicked over the baby carriage, watching with grim satisfaction that his premonition(?) was true as the smartphone fell out of the carriage and broke, the fake baby’s voice dying slowly. 

After the momentary shock was gone that he had knocked something like that over and no one was hurt, Uraraka got situated and looked around the darkened alleyway for the villain as well. The young man, not liking his chances and what would befall her upon his failure, decided to activate Full Cowl at 5% to both empower himself and for the semi-real electricity that normally came to light up their surroundings.

“Izuku!” a high-pitch, manic voice came out from seemingly nowhere and everywhere all at once. He and Uraraka looked up and down, side to side and couldn’t find the villain who knew his name, though Midoriya had an inkling on who it was supposed to be.

Suddenly he felt his headache almost…pull his head into a direction. Following it he watched as almost in sync a young teenage girl with blond, messy hair fell from the Heavens to land in a supervillain-like pose.

“Do you remember little old me?~” the voice asked in a sing-song manner as the villain raised her head, staring at him with her cat-like eyes.

“Toga Himiko!” Midoriya acknowledged dangerously, his brain running a mile a minute to figure out how to subdue her.

“Izuku! I’m so happy you remember me!” Himiko madly proclaimed before lunging forward with her knife towards them. Midoriya took a quick breath and focused on the pain in his head, which was telling him to dodge left, duck, then kick outwards. So he did exactly that, watching in amazement as he dodged left of the knife strike, ducked under the second attack from a concealed weapon in her left hand, and then kicked outwards towards Toga, who then flew straight into the brick wall behind her.

Stunned for a moment, Uraraka took this as her cue to unnecessarily slap Himiko in the face, causing the latter to float off the ground and start spinning in place temporarily.

“Did we just win?” Uraraka asked incredulously, looking around for the next danger that may appear from nowhere.

“I think…” Midoriya paused, trying to use his newest power to sense out danger when he received nothing from it, his head completely fine, “…we’re good—eek!” he immediately squeaked out when he noticed that Toga was not only floating upside down, but was also wearing a pair of lacy-red panties as undergarments.

Quickly his lower organ engorged with blood, making a prominent erection in his pants as his mind fogged up a bit. A part of Izuku desperately wanted to do…things, and he had to tamper down on it quickly before he lost his senses. Case in point making his obvious erection less obvious before—

“Awww! My poor little Izuku has a widdle erection!” Toga teased, righting herself in the air by using her arms. “If you release me then I might even help you~” she tempted, salivating at the thought so much that Himiko had to wipe some drool off her lips.

“Why would he need you when he has me?” Uraraka challenged as she entered the A and B conversation. In full view of the villainess she wrapped a leg seductively around Midoriya’s waist before grinding her groin against his own and oh .

Judging by how much heat Uraraka was emitting… she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Fuck it,” Midoriya mentally told himself as he grabbed Ochaco’s head forcefully and kissed her without her permission. She leaned into it, of course, enjoying the impromptu kiss as much as he did.

“Hey! Let me have a taste too!” Toga complained in annoyance and jealousy, throwing a tantrum in the middle of the air.

The two lovebirds made-out for quite some time before eventually they stopped for air. Saliva connecting their mouths, Uraraka whispered out, “Who should call first for her?”

Midoriya thought for a couple of moments before his heart metaphorically dropped: 

Standard procedure for encountering a villain in their public life, as taught to them by the Heroics Course in UA, was to contact your homeroom teacher after calling the police. If Midoriya and/or Uraraka called the police, they’d need to give statements to both the men in blue and Aizawa-sensei.

Normally not too bad, but Toga would most certainly rat them out to their homeroom teacher. And if he knew about him and Uraraka “dating”, then he’d watch over Heights Alliance with a more vigorous eye, so to speak.

Which meant that Gōkan would get caught… which meant that all of his friends would die.

Midoriya… Midoriya would not allow that to happen. He couldn’t allow any of his friends to be killed, by his direct or indirect actions, it didn’t matter. But at the same time, he couldn’t allow Toga to go free and unsupervised.

Wait… “unsupervised”?

“Deku? Who’s calling first?” Uraraka asked innocently.

“Who said anything about calling anyone?” Izuku asked smoothly, a hint of annoyance in his tone of voice.

“Huh?”/”Huh?” both girls uttered at the same time.

Midoriya got out of the embrace of his date and stalked over to Toga, who was looking at him with such confusion in her eyes it almost made him want to reconsider what he, or rather, he/she was going to do.

Almost.

Sensing no danger from Toga, he lightly grasped her face, twisting it there and back. “Teeth are pointy and dangerous, but at the right intervals in the mouth to enhance stimulus. Her love of biting, formerly ill-advised, could be altered to suit—”

“Uh, what’s going on?” Uraraka asked, sharing the same look with Toga.

“What’s going on is you’re going to drop the act,” Izuku told Ochaco calmly and patiently, acting completely unlike himself, “and add her to the hivemind.”

Uraraka… Gōkan-Uraraka blinked owlishly before grinning like a cat who caught its canary. “Understood, sir,” she said obediently before an ooze of purple slime came crawling out of her right ear and raced towards their incapacitated victim.

“What’s going on?! Wait! Hold up! Get that thing away from me—!” Toga was quickly quieted by a firm hand closing over her mouth, allowing Gōkan to enter her ears without a fuss. She struggled against the mind control for a few seconds before she too became enthralled and under the control of Gōkan, going slack temporarily.

Gōkan-Uraraka released their Quirk, allowing both of them to watch Gōkan-Toga to rise with a feline’s grace.

“What now, sir?” Gōkan-Uraraka asked diligently, awaiting her next command.

At her prompting, Midoriya had an idea.   

Notes:

I don't know how I feel about this chapter and how I characterized Midoriya in the finale of this chapter, but eh. We need to deviate from the original doujin anyways.

By the way, I'm going to be doing some of your suggestions for the sex scenes in the next chapter. Frog-like mating for Tsuyu, dom/sub stuff for Yaomomo, etc.

Chapter 11: Mental Masks and Gasps

Summary:

Midoriya ruminates while he fucks over people again.

Notes:

What is up, boys and girls. It's ya boy, NitroThunder224, back at it with another BANGER of a chapter (in my opinion). Get ready for what an inebriated mind can do when ya give it a MacBook and a Google Doc!

Moments Prior following Toga’s Capture:

Midoriya thought for a couple of moments before his heart metaphorically dropped: 

Standard procedure for encountering a villain in their public life, as taught to them by the Heroics Course in UA, was to contact your homeroom teacher after calling the police. If Midoriya and/or Uraraka called the police, they’d need to give statements to both the men in blue and Aizawa-sensei.

Normally not too bad, but Toga would most certainly rat them out to their homeroom teacher. And if he knew about him and Uraraka “dating”, then he’d watch over Heights Alliance with a more vigorous eye, so to speak.

Which meant that Gōkan would get caught… which meant that all of his friends would die.

Midoriya… Midoriya would not allow that to happen. He couldn’t allow any of his friends to be killed, by his direct or indirect actions, it didn’t matter. But at the same time, he couldn’t allow Toga to go free and unsupervised.

Wait… “unsupervised”?

It was then, at this precise moment, that Midoriya came up with a plan. The Plan, so to speak.

See, Midoriya knew he was losing himself in the debauchery and the sex. He knew his morals and his decision-making was… compromised, to say the absolute least. But to elaborate, Izuku knew that he could’ve made a text message or call to All Might, or Aizawa-sensei, or literally anyone outside of the UA grounds to save his friends, his compromised classmates.

Uraraka. Yaoyorozu. Jirou. Tsu. Ashido. Hagakure. Midnight-sensei. All of them, he could’ve tried to save them all in one fell swoop all those days ago. But he didn’t, and he would’ve loved to say to himself, “Why did I do that?” except that he knew exactly why.

A part of him… liked it. He liked the attention. He liked the intimacy, all the aspects. But most of all he liked stuff like… this. This date, however fake it may have been, was like a balm to his soul from a childhood of abandonment. It made him feel, for a second, that everything is fine.

Midoriya, in his very quick rumination, shifted his gaze to Uraraka… to Gōkan-Uraraka and then to Toga, who was still throwing a tantrum in the air as she made goo-goo eyes at him, thinking a million miles a minute.

“Deku? Who’s calling first?” Uraraka asked innocently.

A small, itty bitty ember of the original, uncompromised Midoriya Izuku still existed somewhere inside him; still it burned, despite the hot and heavy temptational sin of Lust and Greed.

Midoriya knew he had to make The Plan work, and it started right here, at this exact moment.

“Who said anything about calling anyone?” Izuku asked smoothly, a hint of annoyance in his tone of voice.

Acting was now second nature to him, it seemed.

The Plan was simple: Free his friends and stop Gōkan Suraimu. Honestly, this was the plan from the get-go, but now he has all the clues he needs to save them all.

First clue was that the “Gōkan Hivemind” was not always watching him. Contrary to what Gōkan said themself back in the closet, he could talk about them without his brain blowing up. That was their first mistake.

“Huh?”/”Huh?” both girls uttered at the same time.

Midoriya got out of the embrace of his date and stalked over to Toga, who was looking at him with such confusion in her eyes it almost made him want to reconsider what he, or rather, he/she was going to do.

Almost.

As he continued putting on a show, he pondered over the second clue, their second mistake. He knew that Gōkan’s Quirk was slightly similar to Ectoplasm-sensei’s Quirk, in the sense that they both communicate with their mind. However, unlike their dear mathematics teacher, Gōkan’s hive mind communication worked by focusing intently and then relaying the information; 

Which meant it wasn’t instantaneous.

Sensing no danger from Toga, he lightly grasped her face, twisting it there and back. “Teeth are pointy and dangerous, but at the right intervals in the mouth to enhance stimulus. Her love of biting, formerly ill-advised, could be altered to suit—”

“Uh, what’s going on?” Uraraka asked, sharing the same look with Toga.

Both these mistakes were going to be exploited soon, but first… he had to immolate his enemy for a while. It was unfortunate that he had to sacrifice Toga at this point of time, despite her allegiances, as no one deserved to be raped and defiled against their will/conscious thought, even villains.

“What’s going on is you’re going to drop the act,” Izuku told Ochaco calmly and patiently, acting completely unlike himself, “and add her to the hivemind.”

But it was a sacrifice he was willing to make, as all the other alternatives led to… undesirable outcomes.

Uraraka… Gōkan-Uraraka blinked owlishly before grinning like a cat who caught its canary. “Understood, sir,” she said obediently before an ooze of purple slime came crawling out of her right ear and raced towards their incapacitated victim.

“What’s going on?! Wait! Hold up! Get that thing away from me—!” Toga was quickly quieted by a firm hand closing over her mouth, allowing Gōkan to enter her ears without a fuss. She struggled against the mind control for a few seconds before she too became enthralled and under the control of Gōkan, going slack temporarily.

It was utterly fascinating seeing Gōkan’s Quirk in action, and of course utterly horrifying the way Toga struggled at first against the mind control and then went slack, much like Uraraka and Yaoyorozu all those moons ago. It was also somewhat… thrilling, knowing he had had a new “sexual partner” to play with, as fucked as it may be, stirring a feeling in his loins “against” his wishes.

As compromised as Izuku may be, even he could say he enjoyed the “sex” to an extent.

Gōkan-Uraraka released their Quirk, allowing both of them to watch Gōkan-Toga to rise with a feline’s grace.

“What now, sir?” Gōkan-Uraraka asked diligently, awaiting her next command.

At her prompting, Midoriya had an idea. 

And that idea involved two very lovely women in-front of him and a bed.

To keep up appearances, of course.

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“W-wow…” Gōkan-Toga uttered upon seeing Midoriya’s cock. He, her, and Gōkan-Uraraka were in his room at Heights Alliance, with everyone in the dorms already sleeping, giving them plenty of privacy to sneak the newly possessed Toga onto UA grounds (which was not an easy feat).

Midoriya and Uraraka were on the bed, making out nakedly as their tongues wrestled one another for control. The latter was obviously losing and she looked quite pleased to be at a loss of control, while the former kept his left unbroken hand kneading her soft pillowy asscheeks. He was sitting with his legs off the bed with Toga kneeling before him, his scarred right in her messy blonde hair, massaging her scalp almost lovingly, like one would with a treasured toy or something valuable.

As Himiko inspected his towering dick, she noticed how veiny and decidedly manly it was, dribbling with precum and constantly throbbing whenever she looked at it, as if enticing her to come touch it for just a little bit. It smelled wonderful , making her mouth water and her tongue to loll out for a couple seconds before a powerful voice commanded her:

“Get to work, pet.”

The girl on her knees rubbed her quivering thighs together, her eyes straying upwards to the speaker, but was caught off guard by the expecting look on Midoriya’s face as he slightly panted from the break in the makeout session.

“Of course, sir,” Toga submissively mumbled, about to bring her hand to his member when the hair on her head was yanked quite roughly and painfully back, stopping her in her tracks to her prize and need . She hissed in a combination of pleasure, want, and pain, her eyes falling on the peeved looks on both Izuku and Ochaco.

“Let me handle this, babe,” Uraraka whispered lovingly and sadistically to her lover, giving him a quick peck on his cheeks as she slid off the bed and onto the ground next to her former enemy. “Toga—”

“Call me Himiko, please?” the girl in question meekly corrected, getting an eye raise from the other two.

“Himiko, do you see this bitch breaker in-front of you?” she asked, Uraraka swiftly ignoring the odd pause as she lightly removed her man’s hand from Toga’s hair, but only to replace it with her own. “Get closer,” she told their newest plaything, but when she saw that Toga was only a foot away from Deku’s towering and meaty dick and not face to face, she commanded in a louder, more dominant tone of voice, “I said closer, cunt.” Uraraka practically shoved the other into her Deku-darling’s cock, loving the way the phallic organ rested and pulsed happily on her face, right between her eyes and smearing copious amounts of precum onto Himiko. “Good… that’s better,” she cooed, using her hand to push and move Toga’s face on and off Midoriya’s cock, coating her in Midoriya’s manly musk. “Now, when you see something as beautiful as a cock like this,” Uraraka yanked quickly on Toga’s head, signaling to the blonde that she needed to move the fuck out of her way. When she had enough room, Ochaco let go of Himiko’s head so that she could bury hers into Midoriya’s groin, her face nestled in his now slightly unmanicured pubes and her lips dragging themselves left and right against Izuku’s hardened length that was slightly wet from all the precum. “You need to worship him as soon as possible, because his balls—”

She took him into her mouth, moving with practiced ease and grace as she throated him to the tip and the base, her face so tightly against his groin that his bloated testes were slapped against her chin. Ochaco kept up the pressure for a solid thirty seconds before pulling back just enough to speak again, his twitching cock resting on the tip of her tongue.

“—are full and need to be drained!” Uraraka moaned in glee before gesturing to Toga to see how Midoriya was doing.

Said man was panting earnestly in heat, looking like he was struggling not to rape them any further because he clearly needed relief here and now.

“Now,” Uraraka got his dick off her tongue, showing to both her darling Deku and their newest toy to play with her mouth. Ochaco’s oral cavity was a mess, with strings of her saliva mixed with ropes of precum and scant amounts of pubic hair resting on her tongue, before she decided to swallow whorishly and wantonly, clearly enjoying the taste first and foremost before their reactions. “Get to work, bitch,” Uraraka ordered before forcing Toga down Midoriya’s sloppy dick, using her like Izuku would an old and trusty fleshlight that he had squirreled away if Gōkan didn’t enter into all their lives.

Toga was crying, choking and gagging on all the inches her obsession’s cock gave and then some, but enjoying the feeling of being used so much that she didn’t give a damn. Her fangs, which were in an optimal position for both love bites and rubbing the precise points on his girthy hunk of cock, made the experience all the more better for the raped and the rapists in this situation.

Finally, right before Himiko thought that the tensing from Midoriya’s testicles and the pulsation of his meaty length was a sign of something, Izuku burst inside of her mouth. He sprayed the contents of his thick, creamy and sticky white semen upon her mouth; with Toga’s tongue getting covered in every last drop of that slimy and warm seed. When she attempted to pull back to perhaps spit it out, Ochaco forced her head down harder before using her other hand to close off Himiko’s nose, not allowing her to breathe. This, of course, forced the crazed blonde to swallow it completely, drinking the contents up like a thick milkshake that crawls down one’s throat, sticking the entire way…

When Uraraka was sure she was done swallowing, she allowed the other to come up to breathe, releasing her nose in the process. Toga sputtered for air, sucking it in huge lungfuls greedily as she rested against the sticky and messy phallic organ.

As the stench of sex, sweat, and loud panting permeated the room, Midoriya took the opportunity to say, “That’s a good girl, Himiko,” to the aforementioned young woman, who beamed and vibrated from the praise. “Good girls get rewards,” he said somewhat ominously before patting the side next to him, signaling to the blonde to get up there with him.

Once Toga sidled up next to the young green-haired man he pounced, pinning her down by her hands while using a bit of power from his Quirk, One for All, to do this. Oh sure, she struggled for a second… right before he bit into his thumb hard enough to draw bright red crimson blood and dangled it just out of reach from the girl’s mouth. Once Himiko saw the sight of his red as velvet blood, her eyes became distant as all her thoughts became fixated on getting what she craved for; what she lived for these days before Gōkan came and “course-shifted” her life goals.

A half beat passed before Toga tried using her elongated tongue to reach out and lick the trickle of crimson dribble inching its way down Midoriya’s calloused thumb. She succeeded, and a shiver of delight coursed through her body, finally getting the fix she needed to be normal.

“Hey, Deku~?” Uraraka voiced from the other side of Midoriya, feeling up his naked body by boldly pushing her chest into his side. “I have an idea for our newest friend here,” she said before leaning into Izuku’s ear and whispering, conspiratorial tone, “What if we wake her up?”

At that Midoriya froze, his eyes becoming wide saucers as his mind digested what exactly she said. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’d be real easy,” Gōkan-Uraraka suggested evilly, with a seductive tilt to it. “Wake her up for a few seconds right before you rail her cunt!” she continued, glancing to the side to confirm that, yes, Toga was still lost in her own little world as she delighted on Deku’s blood. She glanced back to Deku, who looked absolutely terrified of the implications she was uttering and yet… somewhat still intrigued regardless. “Just imagine breaking in her pussy, molding it to the shape of your fucking—” Uraraka stopped conniving abruptly and grasped Midoriya’s still hardened and sloppy cock from the base and gave three quick strokes, “—hard. Aching. Throbbing…” She quickly licked the insides of his ear, causing him to buck dangerously closer to Himiko’s pussy. When she finished she looked down to his groin, which was resting against the other’s entrance. Her eyes practically molested the object of her love as she said in a trance-like state, “… Cock.”

Midoriya meanwhile was… aghast at the situation he was now in. Gōkan was offering a witch’s favorite treat to him, and he knew the consequence of what would happen. 

All the implications; because he’s spent countless fucking nights dreaming and thinking of all those bad problems that would entail if even one girl “woke up” or got freed from Gōkan’s control.

“C’mon, Deku,” Gōkan-Uraraka purred. “You know you want to.”

Midoriya shook his head quickly, backing up from both the girls and hitting the bed’s wall. “I don’t! Please don’t do this!” he begged, not wanting to see his nightmares come true.

“Ironic, isn’t it?” a voice whispered in the back of his head, mysteriously sounding like a mature woman’s voice that he should’ve known but couldn’t quite place.

“Do what?” Gōkan-Toga questioned, licking her lips and wondering what’s happening and when she was going to get railed.

“We’re waking you up,” Ochaco quickly explained as she used her Quirk, Zero Gravity, to nullify Midoriya’s weight and make him fuck the blonde properly.

Midoriya tried to move out of the way but then he felt Toga’s honeypot lips just graze and kiss the tip of his dick, making him paralyzed in pleasure. She continued dragging her wet little slit across his hardened fuck stick, moaning and gasping in short whorish breaths. Eventually she rested his cock at the entrance to her soaked, tight pussy, looking to her other for “The Signal” to wake herself up.

“One…” Gōkan-Uraraka began, getting right behind Midoriya to hold him in place.

“No! Please!” Midoriya cried, about to move his arms when he found he couldn’t. No matter what he tried, his arms refused to move from their position of resting Gōkan-Toga’s hips. Whether by Gōkan meddling with his body again or his own self-sabotaging machinations, Izuku did not quite know.

“Two…” Gōkan-Toga continued, pushing her pussy right against his dick. She moved in a teasing way, loving how Midoriya was struggling to move backwards and away from her, but failing all the while. Her lips kept kissing his crown, both of them smearing and rubbing their love nectar into each other.

“I’m begging you, Gōkan, don’tdothisplease—” Izuku started rambling about how this would ruin everything, that this would somehow ruin all the fun for them.

“Three.” Ochaco snapped her fingers and the crazed, happy look in Gōkan-Toga’s eyes faded away, her whole expression rebooting like a 98’ computer.

“Wha… how… wai—” Toga, the real Toga Himiko, woke up and looked around the room, taking everything in quickly before realizing her “predicament”. She tried to move away, perhaps off guard and wanting a retreat, when she felt Midoriya’s big cock forcibly pushed into her by Uraraka.

Midoriya took in great amounts of pleasure as he speared her cunt deeply and tightly, it wrapping and flexing around his veiny cock like it never wanted to let go. Toga gasped in surprise and pain, as a tear sprouted from her eye. 

(She felt the smallest of pleasures begin to grow.)

“It’s in, Deku! You took poor little Himiko’s first time! You did it for ‘realsies’ this time~!” Gōkan-Uraraka celebrated in a cute way, the dichotomy of the scene not lost on any of them.

Izuku opened his mouth to speak, to say something, when—

“F-fuck y-y-yes! Finally~!” Toga moaned out like a slut, surprising the other occupants in the room. She jumped forward, easily pushing Midoriya backwards onto the bed (and pushing aside Uraraka). While still connected, Himiko began moving her hips, sometimes with practiced movements and sometimes with animalistic grace. “Yes! I have Izu’s cock!” she shouted in glee.

“Huh. That’s a new reaction,” Uraraka nodded in a nonplussed way, adding her victim’s(?) reaction to getting really raped to her memory vault along with the others.

“Gimme your cum! Give it to me!” Himiko begged, slamming her hips and then forcing his hands onto her ass. Thankfully Midoriya’s hands woke up at this moment (like Toga beforehand) and started molesting her supple ass, a pillowy one that sinks into your hands. “Don’t I deserve it, Izu! Don’t you want to… sir?” she groaned out in short gasps. “It’s my risky day, so… you can,” she said deliriously.

The knowledge that Izuku was actually going to knock up someone, (despite the fact that he fucks raw all the time and without fail), filled him with fear and sent his mating instinct into overdrive (like usual). This caused Midoriya to join his former enemy in thrusting into each other, the timing they quickly adjusted to.

Eventually he tried to force Toga’s weightless body off him but Uraraka was nearby and gave him a smug look of “No”, her hands at the ready to release her Quirk and fuck up his efforts of trying to do so.

After Toga had her countless orgasm on Izuku’s cock, she held him down, groin to groin, him balls deep in her tight little cunt. She gyrated her hips savagely, almost as if she was trying to steal his cum by milking it from him when he popped. He came buckets of his creamy, sticky, white semen into her unprotected walls. Deep within her his cum reached into and entered into her ovulating womb, where her egg was waiting to be hunted down.

Izuku came so much at the thought of Toga raising a bastard of his kid, steadily growing pregnant and developing even bigger breasts that he couldn’t control himself and let loose.

“Wait, what?! I don’t think like that!” Midoriya shouted within the confines of his mind, wondering where the hell that fantasy came from.

Either way, Toga and Midoriya felt deeply satisfied from this risky creampie, but before the two could take a second to breathe—

“My turn!” Uraraka shouted in feral glee, happy to know that all she had all the time in the world to spend her days with her newest toys.

One body at a time.

Notes:

So, what'd ya think?! We're delving into more of a plot-based structure for a little while, so strap in, folks!

Chapter 12: Getting Bamboozled by a Vampire

Summary:

"A New Challenger Approaches (to join the harem)!" (Super Smash Bros., circa 1999 to 2018.)

Notes:

Ladies and gentlemen, it just keeps happening! Another chapter means another thread of that damn needle and the plot thickens!

Honestly, I'm surprised I'm doing two chapters in one week; like bruh, damn!

“Get off my man, bitch,” Uraraka ordered the currently not mind controlled Toga, who was currently resting chest-first into Deku’s face, happily flexing her vaginal walls to squeeze and steal as much hot, sticky, and potent cum from his red-blooded cock as possible.

Toga complied easily, slowly lifting off the shell-shocked Midoriya and the ever-watchful eyes of Gōkan-Ochaco. When his cock was finally released from her tight and wet pussy, which gripped in resistance to stop the separation, his dick fell weakly backwards onto his stomach. It twitched happily as it became smaller, leaking out more thick and goopy seed to impregnate the nearest wet hole for it to rape next.

“You’re gonna be a daddy now, Izu~” Himiko congratulated sickly, rubbing the spot where a definite child would be created inside her body. She looked down to see where herself and Izu were joined together as one, ignoring the near catatonic look on her partner in the process. She saw his cum leaking out of her formerly virgin cunt, which made her face twitch erratically at the perceived slight against her. Quickly she looked around Midoriya’s room for her panties, finding them discarded on the floor next to his. She rushed to put them on, loving how she stopped his spunk from dripping out of her pussy just in time. Toga rubbed his cum deeper into her little twat like moisturizer, growing to hate the emptiness she felt without her Izu’s cock filling her up.

She shook her head, knowing she had a limited amount of time to tell the possessed brunette her offer. Himiko looked to “Uraraka”, who looked puzzled on what the other was about to do as she rested on the bed next to a non-functioning Midoriya; he was just laying there, blinking languidly into the ceiling with a near-indescribable expression in his eyes, like he was thinking over every way to kill himself within the next minute.

Ignoring Izu was hard, but necessary as Toga leaned in to whisper to the mind-controlled Uraraka: “I want to do this willingly,” she whispered confidently.

“Ochaco” gave the blonde an incredulous look. “I literally got you raped though?” she whispered back, a little unsure if even that was true at this point.

“I want to fuck Izu too! And fuck over his friends like I think you’re doing!” Himiko accused, the formerly crazed look gone due to having a good amount of Izuku’s blood in her system.

Gōkan-Uraraka thought over her options, making a thinking gesture on the bed to pretend she was thinking, when in actuality she was communicating with the others in the hivemind.

“Yo, Toga Himiko, current villain and affiliated with the League of Villains, wants to be a part of our Izuku’s harem without our original Quirk, Slimy Possession, to keep her completely in-line. Please advise,” Gōkan communicated from Uraraka’s body.

“What’s to stop her from betraying us later, ribbit?” the Tsuyu Variant telepathically messaged. She was currently in the communal bath, relaxing in the hot water after training so hard to stay in Aizawa-sensei’s hellish class to continue having sex with Midoriya.

“I concur,” the Yaoyorozu Variant agreed through the piece of Gōkan in her head, setting down her pen. For the last two or three hours she had transcribed the complex formulas and biochemical equations necessary to further and more efficiently alter Izuku’s hormonal system onto a piece of a piece of paper. Though the variant had some help with this by a certifiable manic genius that she recently overtook with a piece of slime; she reasoned that by doing this it should cause in uptick of him raping them more often. “We can’t watch over her forever, at all times. It’s easier to just usurp control than it is to just monitor 24/7,” Yaoyorozu reminded them.

“Send her to me,” Nemuri purred over the line, putting on her heroine attire as she communicated through the connection. She felt a little fatter around the belly for some reason, resolving to figure it out with a pregnancy test later as she continued thinking to her variants, “This body is good enough to handle a punk like her, but if it’s genuine… we have to do this! Not just for us, but for Izuku!”

“‘Kay,” the Uraraka Variant communicated silently before nodding her head in the real world. She looked to Toga, who hadn’t moved a single inch from her spot as she looked hopefully at her with a clear-headed look in her eyes. “Go to Midnight’s room ASAP if you want to enlist,” Uraraka intoned, looking challengingly at the vampiric-like girl. “Good luck. We’ll be watching you,” she warned before smiling wickedly, making a “shoo-shoo” motion. 

At her gesture, Toga gave a thumbs up before a gray, slime-like substance emerged over her body. Her Quirk, Transformation, was at play here as she turned into an exact replica of Midoriya Izuku, freckles, all his healed scars, and former injuries to boot. This “Fake Midoriya” wore a t-shirt that had the English words for “This is a shirt” displayed on it, a pair of blue-denim jeans, socks and bright red shoes; a perfect fake (visually) of the original Midoriya, who had now fallen asleep from all the shock.

“See ya, babe!” Fake Midoriya (Toga) said enthusiastically before giving a double snap-and-point gesture, her finger guns firing wildly at Uraraka, who looked unamused.

Once Toga slipped out of the room disguised as Izuku, Uraraka sighed to herself as she muttered to herself, “Well she can’t act worth a damn, that’s a problem.”

---

Skipping and prancing on UA grounds was so much fun as her favorite person! Toga loved seeing all the neat and nonbloody sights, such as the common room of Heights Alliance and UA’s inner walls.

However, unlike the real Midoriya Izuku, this fake one didn’t know where the hell she had to go before…

A tingle, a buzz in the back of her mind.

“Go straight, left, straight for two intersections, then right to find Midnight’s room,” Gōkan’s voice spoke to her in the recesses of her mind.

“O-kay!” Toga cutely spoke as she made the limp wrist gesture like a proud gay man, shamelessly feminizing Midoriya’s character just because she could at that moment. She started walking with the instructions in mind but halfway there she ran into a roadblock: Eraserhead and some random detective in a beige trenchcoat were just casually chatting it up at the end of the hallway about this or whatnot.

“Don’t get spotted,” Gōkan calmly instructed, their confidence unwavering it seemed like. “If you do, act like Midoriya or I will kill you.”

Himiko walked backwards slowly, waiting carefully behind a wall as she waited for them to leave.

Ten minutes into waiting and they were still there. She decided that enough was enough and she has to face the music if she wants a part of Gōkan’s delicious pie. “I’ve got this,” Toga encouragingly told herself before stepping into her enemies’ sense of awareness.

---

“Oh hey,” Aizawa greeted as casually as possible when he saw the student he’s been worried about all this while. Ever since he tried asking about what was wrong and getting accidentally stonewalled by Nemuri he’s been worried. Thankfully, even if Midoriya truly wanted to keep something secret, he most certainly couldn’t soon. With that in mind and while trying to look like he didn’t plan this from the beginning, he introduced his friend as smoothly as possible, “Detective Tsukauchi, this is my student, Midoriya Izuku.”

[Truth.] Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa’s Quirk, Lie Detector, rang in his mind automatically. “Hello, Midoriya. How’s your day going?” he asked, his Quirk always active and ready to help the lad.

“Hello, detective, hello, Aizawa-sensei. My day is going wonderful to be honest,” Midoriya sighed with relief, looking clearly relaxed and none the worse for wear.

[Truth.] His Quirk supplied him, making him feel puzzled. “Wasn’t this kid supposed to be facing a private problem or something?” he asked within the confines of his mind.

“I mean, it’s going to be even better soon,” Izuku began, “as I have a lovely date with someone.”

[Truth.] Naomasa raised an eyebrow before turning his head to look questioningly at Aizawa, who looked just as puzzled.

“Really?” Eraserhead inquired. “A date with who?” he asked before just guessing off the top of his head, “It’s Uraraka, isn’t it?”

Midoriya, instead of answering, simply mimed himself sealing his lips, as if his secrets were for himself only. 

Shouta frowned at his student’s actions, thinking it was a little rude, before asking in more blunt and open-ended terms, “Nothing bad is happening between you and the girls of Class 1-A? Nothing at all? Nothing to worry anyone?”

“Nope,” Midoriya replied by popping the “P”, a little out-of-character for him but Aizawa was more shocked that Kirishima got it wrong with his note. Izuku continued by elaborating in simpler words, “Nothing bad is happening at all between me and the girls of Class 1-A.”

[Truth, truth.] His Quirk told the detective before he sighed, feeling like his time was a bit wasted as he checked his watch. “Good good. Great. Look Aizawa, buddy,  listen—”

And with that Naomasa dragged his friend Aizawa to another room to explain why his time is just as valuable as the other’s, leaving the so-called “Problem Child” in the hallway to do… whatever he was going to do, he was clearly fine and passed all the lie detecting tests.

Right?

Who was he kidding? Of course it’s right! Naomasa knew no one could knowingly lie with his Quirk constantly active, so he made sure to tell that to Aizawa to reassure the man.

---

Toga, who was still disguised and transformed as Midoriya, knocked patiently on Midnight’s door.

“Enter!” a feminine voice beckoned from inside the room.

Happily Toga entered, closed the door behind her, and then immediately asked, “How do I prove myself?” to the Pro Hero standing at the ready in-front of her desk, a number of weapons behind her and a chair in the middle of the room presumably for Himiko herself).

“Damn, you look just like him!” Nemuri cooed, her guard immediately dropping when she saw her Sir and Master’s face on the new potential recruit, a willing one at that. She took the fake Midoriya’s head and smashed it against her bountiful, bouncing bust. She loved how, despite this fake not even behaving the same as her dear Izuku, the erection digging into her leg certainly did. “This gives me several ideas,” Gōkan-Nemuri thought evilly before shelving the thought for now. “Okay, down boy!” she ordered, pushing the fake Midoriya off her tits face first. “Turn back to normal and then let’s talk.”

“I, uh, kinda make a mess when I do, miss,” Toga admitted awkwardly.

Nemuri sighed lightly before pointing to her attached bathroom, “Go ahead,” she said in a defeated tone of voice, missing the days of Quirks being less messy and room destroying. Midnight watched as the disguised Toga walked into the Pro’s bathroom and then reemerged a minute later back as her true self, almost completely naked and showing off her body.

Toga had C-cup breasts which bordered on being D-cups due to how massive they were. Her nipples were poking pointedly off her chest, as sharp as diamonds due to her earlier arousal.

Her panties were stained wet in the front from the love juices inside of her, which Nemuri wanted to eat out of that cunt while it was still “fresh”, so to speak, but she needed to do her job as a variant of Gōkan to make sure they can stay with their Izuku for as long as possible.

Gesturing to the dark mahogany chair, Kayama gave another order: “Now sit.” Toga did as ordered, sitting in the seat but looking damn excited as she did so. “Now make your case.”

Toga gulped before speaking from the heart, “I’ve always wanted to rape Izu,” she admitted with a fond sigh. “Always, since I first saw him on that shitty little screen in the city when I was homeless. And because of you, Gōkan, I have achieved… this.” When she finished her words, Himiko pulled aside her panties to show her well-used pussy that was full of Midoriya’s cum. Her tight pussy was filled with so much of his spunk, filled to the brim as it were, that her slit started to leak out its sticky and warm contents onto the chair. “You’ve given me the greatest gift I could’ve asked for: Carrying Midoriya’s firstborn,” she spoke with delusion, her fantasies fueling every need and word from her body.

“You might want to get in line,” Midnight teased as she patted her own belly tenderly and with care before she grew serious. “Your words have struck with me, and if you pass this test you can join… sometimes,” she tacked on. When Kayama saw the pouting look on Toga’s face she continued, “First, you need to get us any details on the current happenings of the LOV and what they’re doing. Do that for a week. And then—”

“Woah woah woah! Why do you even care about the League?” Himiko wondered, challenging them. “You’re someone named Gōkan, aren’t you? Not actually Midnight, who would actually have to worry about that, right?”

Gōkan in the body of Kayama Nemuri put her face in her hands as she explained in a muffled tone, “When I possess a girl, I possess them for Izuku.”

“Huh?”

Nemuri removed her face from her hands as she continued, “Every girl I’ve taken over before meeting Izuku has always been about myself, about me. High school girls, ex-wives, a random slut on the street. Using their bodies for sex was always the highlight, it was always the thrill. Forcing them to get raped, making them and everyone around them think they’re crazy for one reason or another… it was always the rush. But ever since I met Izuku… it’s been the other way around. At first having sex with a nice big fat cock like his was great and all after a string of rotten luck but…” Nemuri paused in her rumination, trying to get the right word out. “There’s nothing like his smile,” she began. “I always make sure to share the mental image of his rare smiles to the hivemind, to keep morale up,” she shared, looking Himiko in the eyes as she said all this. “I find myself asking before I take over a girl, ‘Will this please Izuku? Will this make him happy? Maybe this girl will solve his depression?’” Kayama, or rather, Gōkan rattled offhandedly, looking like she needed a stiff drink from all this serious talk.

“And?” Toga asked tentatively, enthralled with Gōkan’s tale, or rather, their current life goal.

“And what?”

“Did you make Izuku happy? You solved his depression and everything?” the blonde recruit asked with curiosity.

Midnight shook her head sadly before declaring boldly with a tightened, assured fist, “I will succeed in making him happy, just like he did for me. That’s where you come in, Toga. When I possess a girl, I possess them for him. I do it for him. Are you ready to do everything for him, and him only?” she questioned with great seriousness.

Himiko nodded her head violently, proclaiming quite proudly, “I’m ready to serve Izu at his every debaucherous beck and call! With your help, of course…” she muttered out the last part before saying more loudly and excitedly, getting near the edge of her seat, “Is there, like, a secret oath or something I have to take too?! Please!”

At the stupid question Kayama laughed heartily for a moment. When she was done she cleared her throat and ended her spiel, “Uh no, there’s no secret oaths, Toga. But back to my point, his problems are my problems. So if the League is going to kill him, me, and the other girls of the school before I can get them raped properly and throughly, I have to stop it. So yes, I want you to spy on the League. If you want to join, to not be completely mind controlled when and where we rape Midoriya, then do what I’ve said,” Nemuri commanded, getting a determined headnod from the girl.

After Kayama offered her blood to Toga so that she could leave somewhat safely Transformed as the Pro Hero Midnight (the offer of which was wholeheartedly accepted), the real Pro Hero said one last thing to the blonde:

“Make sure you’re ready to pee on a stick next time we meet,” Nemuri farewelled, happy that she had a spare pregnancy test because of the one she used recently that day.

---

“Hey, wake up, Deku,” Uraraka begged, poking her lover’s sleeping face annoyingly. He looked so at peace, the stress normally present in his face seemingly gone. “I need your cockkkkkk,” she whined, shaking him back and forth. When Izuku still didn’t wake up Ochaco decided that, since Midoriya was hers and she was his, the possessed heroine in training decided to start stroking his flaccid cock. It was still sticky with Toga’s love juices and his own cum, which Uraraka scooped up greedily before popping it in her mouth like one does a favorite food. 

It was salty, slightly bitter, and stuck and clung to her throat like molasses. It was heaven and got her going, sliding down Midoriya’s resting body to begin molesting him with her mouth. With his cock beginning to wake up, she decided to get down there to clean him off and… oh.

His growing, girthy cock smelled like his manly musk mixed with the taste of Himiko’s pussy, and like his unwilling slut she deepthroated it in one fell swoop to begin cleaning it off to his satisfaction. Uraraka loved how his dick grew in her mouth like a dehydrated sponge sinking into water. It forced her to slowly but surely widen her oral cavity to accommodate his meaty fuck stick to properly please his sleeping body.

After all, her mouth pussy was only second to her cock hole, both of which did their best to pleasure him and only him.

(She did, however, try to ignore her almost treachery with the Yaoyorozu Variant when they tied up Mineta to examine him.)

Uraraka did have to wonder what kind of seemingly “pleasant” dreams he was having while she went down on him. Judging by the facial expressions he was making in his sleep, it looked to be a mix of sexual relief, torturous pleasure, and genuine discomfort. Unfortunately for her hubby, it wasn’t enough to deter her from getting him prepped and ready to rape this body, even though he was in his sleep. She wanted what Toga got and she was going to get it; no matter if he wanted to bitch that particular day or not about his “morals” and “ethics” and/or what was “right and wrong.”

Notes:

We'll be entering Midoriya's dream next chapter, so stay tuned.

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Chapter 13: Mating Pressure in the Void

Summary:

Midoriya hears a familiar voice in his head while inside of OFA; Gōkan gets several ideas.

Notes:

ANOTHER CHAPTER, LET'S FUCKING GO!!!!!!

In all seriousness, welcome to the 13th chapter of TLSR! I can't believe I've written three chapters within a span of a week, guys!

Best part is that this chapter was released on GROUNDHOG DAY!

“Welcome back, Izuku,” a feminine voice greeted as soon as Midoriya “woke up” in the royal purple void that was now One for All. The young man shook his head, finding himself corporeal once more in this mindscape of sorts while wearing his standard sleeping outfit; it consisted of a white tee and a pair of black spandex shorts that he was told to wear for both “easy access” for the Gōkan-infected girls and to also admire when it grew. Thankfully it was as soft as possible at the moment, a rarity it seemed these days when Gōkan was definitely fucking with him hormonal-wise. 

“How do you feel?” the vestige of Shimura Nana asked not unkindly, seeing him lost in his own innocent world.

Midoriya thought back to last night and remembered what he did and he, racked with immediate guilt, crouched low to the floor. “Oh God,” he whisper-shouted. “I just—”

“You did,” Nana interrupted, tossing back her raven black hair with a sigh as she crossed her arms as a myriad of almost indecipherable emotions overtook her face. At first confusion shone large and true on her face as the Seventh Holder tried to understand the Ninth’s game plan, or maybe even his train of thought, before that too failed. She opened her mouth to say something, to perhaps berate him again, before she noticed Midoriya’s genuine reaction.

He was in the fetal position, head in hands as he mumbled all his trouble out. “I’m a certifiable rapist now. There’s no getting out of it. I really raped Toga and then took her first time without her… without Gōkan controlling her actions. I’m a fucking piece of shit who should just kill—”

“Hey! Stop that,” Shimura cooed and stopped quickly, kneeling down and then repositioning the two of them until Midoriya was resting on her lap pillow. “Look, you shouldn’t kill yourself—”

“I disagree,” Midoriya cut her off, a morose dead look on his face as the two locked eyes. “What I’ve done is unforgivable, especially since…” Izuku paused before chuckling in self-deprecation, “… since I’m no longer a victim,” he revealed, thinking back to what he vowed to himself all those moons ago.

He would never forgive himself if he started to genuinely enjoy it (feeling physical carnal pleasure shouldn't count, right?). Never ever, as his friends and (to a lesser extent himself in his hopeful opinion) were victims; and if he started to enjoy it then he wasn't really a victim, right?

Right?

That's what he hoped, at least.

“Izuku, of course you’re a victim in this,” the Seventh Holder tried to convince, not knowing that he was having a mental breakdown, his head full of self-doubt and suicidal ideation galore. “Look, kid, I was too hard on you last time. I can see that now,” Nana gently said, putting her gloved hands through his green hair to soothe him. It was, thankfully, working like a charm as he relaxed a smidgen in her lap. “Me and the other OFA users agree that you really didn’t want to rape Toga at all, and when she was woken up for you to molest and rape her further… your adamant denial made me realize something,” Shimura admitted, waiting for the inevitable and obvious question of “What?” and she’d go on to say—

“… where are the other One for All users anyways?” Midoriya despondently realized, turning his head in her lap to check their empty surroundings, missing the crack in the “Nana’s” face before she fixed it.

“I don’t rightly know. They’re always here before you appear though, so maybe you’re scaring them off?” Shimura joked, coughing lightly on purpose to steer them away from that particular conversation. “‘You’re supposed to be better than us, better than all the previous One for All users.’ Remember when I said that, Izuku?” she asked, getting a hesitant nod from him. “On this fateful day you’re doing it again in stride,” she revealed before barreling onwards despite his confused look, “I mean it. A lesser man would’ve given up, had accepted this situation, would’ve stopped protesting. Hell, nine times out of ten they’ll begin enjoying it to a degree or even completely. But not you. That makes me proud of Toshi’s choice, and equally proud of you,” she explained earnestly, frowning when she saw the young man shake his head no at that (to what exactly she didn’t quite know).

Nana’s face grew dark as she went on, “At first, I was only worried about only the girls of your class, about Midnight. I worried what must’ve been going through their minds through all this, if they were even awake, that is,” she unintentionally voiced a deep fear/concern of Midoriya’s and didn’t miss the way he flinched in her lap. “But you’re also getting raped in this situation, especially since you’re the, uh… perpetrator in most of these forced situations…” she phrased awkwardly, not wanting to use the “rapist” word around him, as that might set him off. “So that’s why I want to offer my help. Whatever I can do to help, any advice you want, just ask,” Shimura graciously offered.

“Ask her if she’ll give you a pity fuck,” came a familiar voice in Midoriya’s head, one he hadn’t heard in forever.

Not since back in that faithful alleyway when this whole mess started.

Izuku scrambled out his Nana’s lap pillow and ran away into the royal purple void… only to run past Nana again after a solid ten seconds of running in a single direction.

“Yeah, you’re not leaving this place until we’ve had our fun,” Gōkan communicated within Izuku’s mind. “Rape her.”

“No!” he yelled randomly, seemingly to himself. Nana gave him a weird look as he thought to himself in his mind, “I think Nana can’t hear him like I can! This is bad!”

“Izuku? Is everything alright?” Nana asked, getting out of her position on the floor to approach him.

He couldn’t let that happen as he yelled out, “Stay back!” he warned, looking like a raving lunatic as he whispered frantically to himself, “Please let me wake up. Not her, please.”

“Really? You’d rather rape someone else?” Gōkan asked, intrigued by what their love might say. “What about that girl in the Support Department? Bet she’s tight as hell, especially since she works with nuts all day long—”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Midoriya yelled out, deeply alarming Nana, who looked unsure of what to do or what was even going on before she connected the dots.

“What is that villain saying, Izuku?” she asked softly, approaching him slowly with her hands out, non-threatening.

“N-n-no! Please, Nana, s-s-stay back!” Izuku begged, looking like he was spiraling and needed help. “Gōkan’s s-s-s-s-saying b-b-bad things, horrible things!”

“I’d call you a pussy for dissing me, but we both know what you’re packing, hotstuff,” the serial slime rapist complimented somewhat begrudgingly.

“It’s okay, Izuku. Wanna know why?” the Seventh asked a trembling, shaking like a leaf Midoriya. “Because I am here,” she supplied before opening her arms like a mother offering her child comfort.

But Midoriya did not dare move, eyes firmly planted on the metaphorical ground as he heard Gōkan go on and on about what to do next.

“You better start with her breasts, they’re begging to be raped and used with a wonderful cock like yours,” Gōkan suggested before using the hivemind to use the complex formulas and biochemical equations that they made earlier using the Yaoyorozh Variant to cause her Izuku to begin developing a rapid, painful erection. Because of his choice of wear both in reality and even here in the mindscape of One for All, his erection was jutting proudly outwards to Nana, so strongly in fact that it caused the spandex to separate from his body quite noticeably. “You keep saying no, Izuku, but your body clearly knows what it wants. I mean, look at that hunk of pure bitch breaker! It’s leaking happily as it finally sensed a nearby warm, fuckable, living onahole nearby,” Gōkan sinfully described, “Cause that’s all Nana is and should be. Your living cock sleeve who—”

“Please… Nana, you don’t want to know what they’re saying. They’re trying to force me to… rape you too, like I did with the others,” Izuku explained hauntingly, seeing his newest shining light that could help him dim somewhat. Nana looked stricken, aghast before making a face. She gagged on nothing for a second before looking Midoriya up and down, almost as if… “No, she wouldn’t. She shouldn’t.”

“It’s a hero’s duty… to mitigate harm when possible,” Nana recited from her third year at UA’s Hero Course, her voice a little distant as she took off her gloves. “I want to ask Gōkan some things. Are they willing to answer?” the Seventh asked Izuku, setting aside her cape next and sneaking a look towards the prominent and downright angry-looking erection that the Ninth had.

It looked bigger in-person, that’s for sure.

“She may ask, but tell her to hurry up with her amateur strip tease already. I wanna feel you bust a fat nut against the back of her throat.”

Midoriya blushed bright cherry red at such vulgar language, infinitely grateful he and Gōkan don’t communicate like this all the time, as he’d be horny 24/7 hearing this commentary. As fucked as it may be, he was glad that the personalities of each girl that Gōkan had taken over had also influenced their speaking tendencies per instance of Gōkan.

“They’rewillingtoanswer!” he rapidly shouted out, his eyes immediately latching onto the bra coming off Nana’s perceived DD-cup breasts, but was shocked they were more like an E-cup bordering on DDD-cups without the bra. 

Izuku shook his head before bowing deeply, “I’m sorry for…” he trailed off, not wanting to admit that he was leering beforehand.

“Shush. Gōkan, I’m allowing you to use Izuku to rape me on the condition you leave the other girls alone, or at least… use me more than the others, deal?” she asked “hesitantly”, playing three dimensional chess while Midoriya was stuck playing checkers.

“Tell her I said yes and that if she wants to continue talking, it better be with your dick in her mouth,” Gōkan ordered, loving the visuals of the older woman.

Midoriya relayed the information while horribly embarrassed by the word choices he had to use.

Nana looked even more closed off, a stone mask overtaking her features as she snapped her hands and a depressing-looking California king bed blinked into existence nearby. She sat him down on the bed, her body being poked by the clothed phallic organ wanting release. Kneeling before him, she could smell his heady musk of his cock’s precum filling the metaphorical room.

To be honest, Nana (the non-mind controlled one) hadn’t gotten dicked down in a long while, so she kept the blank expression on her face while very slightly enjoying the encounter.

She removed his spandex shorts and was slapped in the face with a meaty, bulging cock that looked like it was aching to release. The majority rested on her face, rubbing the smell of itself onto her pristine skin. Her chin was resting on his bloated balls, his slightly untame pubic hair tickling her. Meanwhile, Izuku’s cock head reached past her forehead and was dripping precum into her hair and forehead, obviously wanting more attention than just this.

Shimura moved backwards, trying to get his dick out of her face but by complete mistake due to her acting like she was disgusted her mouth opened up at just the right time, allowing the tip of his cock to enter. She moaned at the sudden intrusion, moving forward ever so slightly while Midoriya bucked his hips suddenly, pushing it even further into her gullet.

As an objective fact from Midoriya himself, (which is undeniable evidence compared to subjective opinion), Nana wasn’t that good at the whole “blowjob” thing. Her teeth kept scraping against his penis and after the fifth time of her saying “Sorry!” with his cock in her mouth it was getting tiring. 

“We need more! More sexy stuff! Without telling her, pounce and wrestle your living cock hole into the mating position,” Gōkan instructed, wanting to get to the good stuff already.

Midoriya grit his teeth, hating what he was going to do again today in this insufferable hijacked mindscape. When Nana got it almost out of her mouth, he lifted her head completely off before wrestling Nana into submission. She didn’t do much resistance as the two got into the mating position.

“I have a second offer for Gōkan,” Shimura began in her defenseless position. She was in no position to make a deal, but she had to before this went any further. “If you start making Izuku wear condoms and the girls take contraceptives, I’ll let you use my virgin ass whenever you want,” she offered on what she thought was a silver platter to the rapist.

“Eww! Condoms?! Contra-what now? Look, with full offense, condoms are for losers! They’re for fucking pussies!” they exclaimed with hatred. “Fuck condoms! Going raw and bloating her womb with your bastard of a kid is the only way, Izuku!” the slime-based rapist denied adamantly. “Now start rubbing your delicious cock up and down her little coin slot while you ask her why can’t I just use the other girls’ asses,” Gōkan commanded vulgarly.

Izuku began rubbing his aching and purpling cock up and down Nana’s labia, really smearing his precum into her slit as he lubricated himself up unwillingly. He asked Nana the question and she responded in quite practical and sound logic, “I can’t get anal fissures here and I’ve…” she looked off to the side before admitting, “…done it before. Plus, we can create as much lube as necessary here. No mess, no need to hide, and everything else.”

“Lie to her by saying I agree, as I still want you to rail her ass that’s thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. Dumb bitch thinks she can trust me,” they laughed evilly before saying, “If you try to tell her that I’m lying I’ll turn her into the next living onahole for you to use whenever you want. She’d be a set of three warm holes that are molded to the shape of your massive cock.” 

Midoriya gulped in apprehension, looking at the expecting face of Shimura before lying as well as he could, “Gōkan agrees, Nana.” 

“Just like that?” Shimura questioned with an eyebrow raised. “The girls will be on the pill and Izuku will wear condoms every time?”

“Tell her yes at the same time you start fucking that pussy. Stick your middle-finger into her asshole without warning while you’re at it to really convince her of my ‘sincerity’.”

“Gōkan said yes,” Midoriya said through gritted teeth as he slammed all of his inches and then some into her wet little cunt without warning. Sinking further and further inside her pussy, he could feel the walls of her twat begin squeezing him, trying to milk out a fresh load from his aching and swollen dick.

Nana pretended to be shocked that Izuku would do such a thing, as that was more acceptable than letting her tongue out in carnal pleasure. Due to the mating press position they were in, the Seventh Holder of One for All was forced to get “dicked down” and just “take it”, according to what Gōkan wanted Izuku to say. He animalistically fucked his current partner into the bed, stretching her vaginal walls and molding it to the shape of his cock and his cock only. He popped his middle finger into her ass, it feeling unbelievably warm and even more so tight as her asshole tried to push him out at the sudden appearance of his digit.

“Maul her tits. Pop ‘em in your mouth, own her, fuck her, fill her up till the bitch can’t walk due to the bun in her oven!” Gōkan encouraged, sounding like what would happen if Mineta became evil, demented, and could do whatever he wanted to any woman.

Midoriya did all those orders with secret pleasure and fulfillment as he filled up yet another formerly empty cunt with copious amounts of his cum. This horrid act, raping and defiling and molesting before then cumming into an unprotected womb, satisfied a deep-rooted, psychological need to procreate and reproduce in him; otherwise known as a “man’s reproductive instinct” to the average layman.

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Meanwhile in the real world:  

Unbeknownst to both the original Gōkan and the Nana Variant in the mindscape with Izuku, his body was getting pleasured vaginally by Uraraka as well as she rode him reverse cowgirl on his bed, trying to steal as much cum from his big testicles as possible too before he woke up and bitched again.

He started mumbling in his sleep about “No” and “Stopitplease” as he reached out to grab something while still unconscious. His hands found Ochaco’s bubbly ass, instantly kneading it and playing with it like a child does with their favorite toy.

Uraraka groaned at the sensation, having another orgasm. She felt her pussy constrict around his rigid cock, trying to coax and milk out his semen but failing miserably for some reason.

She decided to wake up her man and say something that will surely make him finish inside her in no time flat, as she snapped her fingers. Midoriya groggily woke up before feeling the familiar feeling of Uraraka’s pussy around his dick, a normal occurrence these days. “Deku! I love you so, so much!” Uraraka proclaimed happily, turning to face her love. “Your dick looked so yummy that I couldn’t resist, sor-ry~!” she fake apologized. “For being such a good boy about it, here!” she thrusted her large naked, sweaty chest into his tired face. “Your favorite boobs!” She loved that despite how much he would protest about it, he loved being face-first in her titties any time of any day.

“You’re not Uraraka,” he weakly muffled out, showing an act of defiance this variant of Gōkan hadn’t seen in a while.

“You’re right. For you, it’s O-cha-co~,” she spelled out before making out with him deeply and passionately. She decided to make it sinful, invading her tongue into his mouth, waiting for him to—yep, there he goes. Fighting back and putting her tongue into submission, he overpowered her and grasped the back of her head to control the speed. Eventually he grunted and came deep within her cunt, hoping to the gods above that he didn’t inseminate her like he thinks he almost did with Toga.

“I hate you,” Midoriya spat out, a fire overtaking him as post-nut clarity came rushing into his head. “It’s been almost three months, please let them go, Gōkan,” he begged to a giggling Uraraka, who unsheathed him from her moist pussy, her cunt leaking out a mix of seminal fluid and love juices before she used her nearby panties to stem the tide by wearing them.

“You want me to let them go?” Uraraka asked, making a thinking gesture before deciding, “No! I’m having way too much fun with you! You’ve got me absolutely addicted!” she happily admitted/revealed before simultaneously kissing him full on the lips again while stroking his slowly shrinking cock affectionately. “No way am I giving up on us, babe. We’re, like, a power couple at this school. In fact… I want you to start calling me Ochaco in public and private, ‘kay?” she suddenly requested, a slight blush on her cheeks. “And if you don’t I’ll kill her, right here and now! Yeah!” she tacked on, almost as if she was trying to convince someone else.

“Okay! Ochaco…” he blushed at using her first name, even if it was a faker, an imposter.

“Yay! Deku loves me!” Ochaco celebrated, cuddling up next to him as they rested (one of them was highly uncomfortable for obvious reasons). The morning sun was streaming into the room, letting them know it was a new day of school. “We’re gonna have to get dressed soon, baby,” she sighed in exaggerated sadness, still gyrating her hips to grind on her man. She knew he loved it, but he was too righteous to admit so verbally; physically he responded, which felt distinctly right as it grinded against her ass.

“I wish you’d stop that—”

“GET OVER IT!” she exploded almost out of nowhere, though this has been a long time coming. The possessed Uraraka threw herself off the bed before turning on a dime, showcasing her naked body to the young man. He looked away with great resolve, further pissing her off. “Look at me, Deku!” she demanded, but when Ochaco realized that her love wasn’t going to do so, she tried grasping Deku’s face to force him when he moved out of the way. She growled before shouting in the early morning hours, “I am so done with your constant bitching. Just enjoy it already, for fuck’s sake!” she yelled, waking the occupants in Heights Alliance, who were congregating just outside Midoriya’s room…

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Chapter 14: A Proclamation of Accusation

Summary:

A confrontation happens; a problem in Gōkan's masterplan emerges.

Notes:

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Waking up before his alarm went off was not a normal occurrence for the self-proclaimed “manliest student” in Class 1-A. Someone was yelling loud enough that he faintly heard it through the walls of Heights Alliance, which was usually a rarity due to the thick walls. As he stretched himself awake, Kirishima had the weirdest feeling that he should investigate. So he did just that by getting dressed in a flash by throwing on a shirt and some sweatpants. Once presentable and making sure that his modest morning wood had ebbed away enough where he could convincingly hide it, Eijiro silently treaded out of his room and made his way to the source of all the noise.

Sadly and unsurprisingly (to him at least) Kirishima found himself standing outside Midori-bro’s room. There was a whole gaggle of his friends and fellow students there, each one expressing a different emotion. 

The main group closest to the door consisted of a worried Yaomomo, a tired Mina, a barely visible Hagakure (she only had one glove on at the moment) who was shaking her fist at the door, and a peeved Jirou who looked like death had warmed over.

Standing off to the side, further away from the main group was a curious Mineta and Kaminari, both of which seemed like they were straining to hear what was happening in Midoriya’s room. There was shouting coming from inside, but it was hard to make out who exactly was yelling as it didn’t sound like Izuku at all.

“What’s happening?” Kirishima asked everyone after a beat of silence.

“Shut up I’m listening,” Jirou snapped, focusing intently on the private conversation she was eavesdropping on. Judging by her face, Kyoka didn’t like the topic happening on the other side but…

She looked to the expectant looks on the others, pointedly ignoring her variants’ faces of not to do it.

But like throwing gasoline on a tree just to roast marshmallows, Jirou felt like she owed Midoriya one for legitimately saving her life and body a while back. In a calm, collected voice that was a smidgen quieter than normal, she repeated back, “‘Face it! You wouldn’t last a week!’”

Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened like saucers at the problem that the Jirou Variant was creating. “Excuse me, but—”

“Let her speak,” Kirishima held up a hand, trying to silence her as he too wanted to know more for his own reasons.

“‘I can, but can you?’” Kyoka tried to continue before Mina pulled the other away from the door with her brute strength.

“Girl! Be. Quiet!” Ashido hissed out, looking to the boys and seeing that they were starting to make a puzzle out of all the pieces that this bitch was giving them. It was like on the couch all over again, but even worse because—

“Are they talking about sex?! That lucky bitch!” Mineta quickly figured out, his face overdramatically enraged.

“But if Jirou’s out here…” Kaminari muttered to himself before realization hit him like a brick to the face. “Uraraka is in there,” Kaminari revealed with anger in his tone of voice, shocking everyone at the shift as he looked utterly livid for some reason. “That piece of… SHIT!” he yelled out, stomping his way to the door to give that rat bastard a piece of his mind when the door flew open, smacking Denki in the nose as he stumbled out of the way.

Izuku, who had caused both incidents, came out of his room holding onto the door handle. He looked worried, guilty-looking… but ultimately determined to do whatever one does at this ungodly hour. “Sorry, Kaminari! D-d-didn’t mean to do that! But I gotta g-go, bye!” Midoriya quickly apologized with his signature nervous stutter before green lightning surrounded him, wrapping around him like a cloak to its owner before he zipped away from the scene, hoping that by doing so he’d be forcing a certain someone’s hand to clean it up.

“Dabdit!” Denki got out, his speech messed up due to his now busted nose. “He got away!” he managed to say coherently before he wiped away the trickle of blood coming out of his nostril. Fuming in the direction his former friend went, he started mumbling angrily under his breath, cursing his bad luck.

“Oh, sorry guys!” Uraraka apologized from inside Izuku’s room, fully dressed and as fully disheveled as one would look if they quickly threw on some clothes after doing God knows what. “Me and Deku got into a teensy argument—”

“Really? Sounds more like—” Jirou tried to interrupt before she was suddenly silenced by an invisible hand. She spied Toru’s singular glove left behind where she was previously standing, being the perpetrator responsible. After all, Kyoka was sure she was going to be labelled the “deviant variant” when no prying eyes were watching.

“Anyway,” Gōkan-Ochaco tried to quickly salvage the situation, knowing that somehow, someway that the Jirou Variant had fucked up again like she did on the couch, threatening their lives with Deku once more. “Since we’re fighting, we’ve decided on… a break,” Uraraka eventually settled on, looking at Yaoyorozu. Gōkan-Uraraka trusted that variant enough, as she was the second one to become Izuku’s like all the others. She was too smart to do something rash, and thus was crossed off Gōkan-Uraraka’s mind as she looked to Mina. Said possessed pink-skinned young woman was currently silencing Jirou Variart in an increasingly rough manner. She too was crossed off the list as, like Ochaco predicted, it was all that cunt’s fault.

Entering damage control, Uraraka easily lied to all the boys present, “Me and Deku are… hmm, fighting. Yes, fighting,” she settled on, getting a raised eyebrow from one of them. When she realized that Kirishima wasn’t buying it (unlike both Mineta and Kaminari), Ochaco made a head motion to tell him subtly that he should follow her to the other room. “Show’s over!” she announced before casually walking away, with most of her possessed friends following behind except for Jirou, Mina, and possibly Hagakure, who branched off to have their own private conversation.

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Mina and Toru dragged Jirou away to the Alien Queen’s room, literally shoving her face first into the girl’s room. It smelled very flowery, the artificial kind meant to hide away the smell of something “undesirable” or something of the like.

Kyoka scrambled on her hands and knees away from her similarly possessed friends, but was stopped by an invisible hand yanking her hair back hard. She hissed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, unintentionally getting turned on by the action.

“Now why…” Ashido growled in a low voice, stalking towards her like a predator does to its prey. She began producing a mild and stinging acid on the tips of her fingers; not enough to be flowing like a faucet, but enough to sizzle menacingly onto the wood-paneled floors, horrifying Jirou, her eyes as wide as saucers. “Why?! Why would you do that?!” Mina asked in a raised, authoritative voice as she grasped the disobedient variant’s arm, the sound of melting flesh permeating throughout the room.

“Careful not to burn her face, we don't want people asking more questions than they already are," Toru gently reminded, enjoying the pain and suffering look on her counterpart’s face. "Plus I’m sure Izu would throw another hissy fit if we tarnish the beauty of this fucktoy. He seems… attached to her," Hagakure noted with curiosity, as if she herself didn’t quite understand why.

Jirou knew yelling and crying about the pain wouldn’t make it stop and, in fact, would make it worse. Thinking quickly she croaked out in one breath, “I’msorryIwasn’tthinking—”

“You’re goddamn right,” her pink-skinned torturer whispered sinisterly before releasing Kyoka, who began cradling her injured arm. Mina and Toru watched with disinterest as the other tried to blow on the burn marks, the former taking out her phone to text the group chat. 

“Newsflash!” the invisible girl alerted, knocking her knuckles against Jirou’s forehead in a condescending way. “We’re the ones trying to keep Izu!” Toru reminded with a disbelieving scoff.

 “… I’m… sorry—”

“Nuh uh,” Mina and Toru interrupted, the former looking up mid-text to glare at the punk rock teen. “Why did you do that? The Hive Mind is going to be demanding answers in the chat soon… if they ever respond,” she muttered the last part in annoyance, wondering why they were AWOL.

“I…” Jirou faltered, ignoring the pain for a second as she knew.

Kyoka knew she had to share what was happening to her. If not for the Gōkan Hivemind, but for Izuku.

“It’s happened again,” she hesitantly revealed, only to get a stupid look from Mina and an imperceivable head scratch from Toru. “Y’know… The Merging Process?” she reminded them before she questioned with increasing horror, “Wait, did you guys… forget?” 

“Forget what now?” Hagakure asked in a dumb-sounding voice.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed out as she abruptly stood up, pacing throughout the room as she thought through all the ramifications; all the while cradling her injured arm. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” she muttered loudly, about to do some mental calculations when:

“What’s the Merging Process?” Mina asked slowly as she put down her phone, the unknown phrase niggling in the back of her mind like something she used to know.

“It’s happened before! Before Izuku!” Jirou quickly said, communicating mentally with the Ochaco, Yaoyorozu, and Tsuyu Variants to get answers and help as soon as possible. “It happens to us whenever we stay melded with one person for too long! We pick up their mannerisms, their opinions, their… morality,” she shivered at the last word, almost as if it pained her more to say it than the literal acidic burns on her arm. “We stop pretending to be them, as we are them!”

“Uh… that doesn't sound so good,” Mina tentatively responded, wondering if she too was affected. “Wait, can’t that be a good thing?” she tried asking before seeing Jirou gesture to herself and then to her surroundings. “Okay, maybe not…”

“What do we do?” Hagakure spoke up, getting their attention. “We’ve never had a girl like Yaomomo before, y’know? Maybe she can fix it?”

Kyoka was about to answer slowly, unsure of herself while she cradled her injured arm… but then realized that it needed to be healed by a doctor or, in every students’ case at UA, a specialized nurse.

“I’ve got a better idea.”

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Kirishima, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Tsuyu walked in varying states of unease as they got to the common room. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone there since it was still early, which allowed them all to settle in on the seats nearby.

No one talked for a solid minute, each of them eyeing the other. Internally, however, the variants were all speaking each other, trying to egg the other to speak when:

“This is awkward,” Tsuyu bluntly pointed out. “Why?”

“Well… on the couch… you know?” Eijiro mentioned, finally bringing it up after he’s rehearsed this a million, billion times in his lately sleepless nights. In his head he had asked this question to the girls and each scenario ran differently. He may not be as analytical as his green-haired bro, or as sharp as a tack Yaoyorozu was, but Kirishima Eijiro was not stupid. He can predict someone’s reactions, he’s done it all his life. Questions like, “What would happen if Mina stopped being my friend? ” raced through his head, and ever so lately the thought of, “What are my villainous friends going to do to Midori-bro next?”

Because he fucking knew what was going on, as unbelievable as it may. He wanted to have an optimistic view on what was happening, but every time he remembered the look of utter “beseechment” he once saw on Midori-bro’s face…

“Someone will tell me what the hell is happening between you guys and Midoriya,” Kirishima demanded quite boldly as he got up and stared them all down, deciding to just rip the bandaid off before realizing that was quite in-fact a horrible, awful idea too late.

The young red-head saw looks that on anyone else’s face would’ve made him use his Quirk to protect himself from the sheer malice and utter contempt he was receiving, but… these were still his friends, right? “Villainous” and “misguided” as they were and are acting, they should be treated as “innocent” until proven undeniably guilty, right?

Right?

“What are you talking about?” Uraraka tried to play dumb as she and the others got up as well, shooting a quick look to the almost unreadable Asui that Eijiro almost missed.

“Ribbit. We’re not doing any—”

“I don’t buy that,” Kirishima interrupted her, holding up a hand. “Don’t think I don’t have some idea what’s going on. You all are…” he paused, not wanting to say the word but knowing he had to if he wanted to hammer his point home, “… molesting him, aren’t you?”

“Kirishima!” Yaoyorozu gasped in shock, though internally she was seething at the fuckups from one of the others. “That is disgusting!”

“Yeah, that’s messed up!” Uraraka concurred, looking aghast and sick herself.

“I agree,” Tsuyu said with the barest hints of revulsion.

Kirishima waited a beat, wanting to hear what he needed to hear so that his nightmares didn’t come true; but after a full ten seconds of his so-called “friends” arguing to him how immoral and horrifying that would be the young man said in a cold, hard, matter-of fact voice:

“You didn’t deny it.”

All the girls faces cracked for a moment, as if they realized they fucked up and looked mildly displeased by the fact before their faces fixed themselves.

“Why didn’t you deny it?”

“Because it’s obviously not happening, that’s why!” Uraraka answered in a heated tone of voice before she, Yaomomo, and Tsuyu got a text message on their phone that they promptly ignored. “To even accuse us of doing such a thing…”

“Despicable, ribbit,” Asui finished with her usual monotonous voice, shaking her head lightly as if she couldn’t believe it. “You’re acting crazy—”

“No! I know something is wrong with my friend!” Eijiro shouted, getting increasingly more frustrated that they were blatantly lying to him now.

“Is everything okay, mes amis?” a new voice entered the fray, that being Aoyama who looked a little worried. He was dressed up and ready for school, backpack on and teeth sparkling literally white from how he brushed them. “It’s too early for… whatever’s happening right now?” Yuga reminded, looking clearly confused.

“Aoyama!” Kirishima marched over and practically picked up the lighter teen and moved him into the brunt of the conversation, whispering into the other’s ear conspiratorially, “I need a witness.”

The sparkling blonde gave a weird look before nodding minutely, hoping that whatever was about to happen was going to be mild and benign.

“Alright!” Eijiro said a little loudly before pointing an accusatory finger at the three girls standing in-front of him. The young red-head, the “manliest” person in Class 1-A took a steadying breath, eyes blazing with conviction as he knew he had to be a hero right now, not a friend:

“I tried to be nice about this, gave you the benefit of the doubt—” Kirishima jabbed a finger at them again, his voice rising as all eyes locked onto him. “But I can’t shake this feeling in my gut. Something’s off—way off! I don’t know how or why, but I know something’s wrong between you guys and Midoriya! He’s acting different! Hell, you’re all acting different!”

He threw a quick glance at Aoyama, who gave a slow, deliberate nod of agreement as if he noticed the slight, almost imperceivable differences as well. Still however, he did not know why Midoriya was even in the conversation if he wasn’t there.

“And if I’m right—if I’m even close to being right—then we’ve got a real problem.”

Silence hung heavy as thick smoke through the air, as though no one dared to speak. Kirishima would’ve bet his future as a Pro Hero that Ochaco, Momo, and Asui were all silently communicating. The way they stared at each other, thinking hard, was almost eerie… but he had more pressing matters on his mind.

“If I’m going crazy, then fine! Tell me I’m wrong! Please! But I’m not taking any chances. Not with this,” Eijiro asserted with conviction and zeal. “Are you guys or are you not…

“… molesting Midoriya?”

The girls looked to each other, as if weighing their options, before Ochaco looked Kirishima in his determined eyes and asked in the most callous, most uncaring tone of voice possible, “So what if we are? ‘If it's something that can be stopped, then just try to stop it,’” she quoted coldly before walking away with Yaomomo and Asui quick on her heels, leaving both Kirishima and Aoyama both highly appalled…

And highly determined to stop this travesty by any means necessary.

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Chapter 15: Nuts and Bolts turns to Nutting and Bolting

Summary:

Midoriya checks up on Hatsume; the predictable thing happens.

Notes:

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"And now, the moment you've been waiting for!"

He raced out of Heights Alliance, as he couldn’t take it anymore. He was so tired, so done with this whole “situation”.

Heh, a “situation”…?

That sounded so innocent, so… benign? It at least sounded better than what it really was: He, Midoriya Izuku, was actively raping and defiling his friends’ supple and breedable bodies to his hearts content due to a villain’s insistence. Oh sure, Izuku could lie to himself, make up any excuses as he managed to navigate the UA building. He remembered there was once a time when he used to never even think in such terms. He remembered always having to censor himself, always calling his achingly hard cock a “penis” and whatnot. 

But now he didn’t.

“Rape” and “breedable” were two words that wouldn’t have even crossed his mind months ago when describing his victims/friends, and now he thinks about them every month… every week… every day all day when he has a spare second from his weakening guilt and sadness.

Midoriya could lie, say that it was all done unwillingly, that he was a mere puppet in the thick of it.

But Izuku was not a good liar, even to himself. He could make all the excuses he wanted, but he knew that sometimes… he took advantage of the situation. Took advantage of the liberty and the freedom Gōkan gave him, the power they bestowed his mortal, formerly kind soul.

Like, for example, whenever he got one of these god awful erections. It was straining, practically bulging its way out of the confines of his UA pants. It leaked a copious amount of precum and stained the front, making him groan in annoyance as he slowed down his movement.

Izuku calmly breathed in and out, walking to a certain department with an air of confidence one would not expect of him only three months ago. Gone was the nervous wreck, gone was the insecurity. The doubt, the fear of fucking it all up in any situation… was replaced by a well-placed mask of confidence that was becoming all too easy to keep on and too hard to take off.

That was one of the few things he didn’t mind about the “situation”. The fact that he got like this through constant rape and abuse, through being reassured and forced to act a certain way at nearly all times by his possessed friends, was not ideal but… it worked.

Midoriya shook his head as he cleared his nasty thoughts, eyeing the door to the Support Department with both apprehension and determination to see a certain one of his friends, to verify whether she had been… no! He couldn’t think like that, or at least not yet. Opening the door, he was surprised by how… quiet it was.

That was alarming, as Hatsume Mei was never silent, always inventing and always improving her craft with all the explosions one could never dream of making. Now sufficiently worried, Izuku stalked in unannounced until he saw the manic inventor’s back facing him… as well as her large and squeezable ass jiggling from side to side, filling in nicely her black workshop overalls.

“Goddamn!” a familiar voice echoed in his head.

Midoriya sighed in annoyance outwardly, trying to mask the growing sense of inner fear that he felt.

“Please don’t tell me—” Midoriya internally began to think before he was interrupted when he looked back at Hatsume.

Hatsume who, upon apparently getting too hot, drenched herself with her extra large water bottle. The water soaked through her black tank top, highlighting her erotic and very rapeable body. Her bountiful pair of breasts were practically spilling out, and her areolas were very visible due to the lack of a pesky bra getting in the way.

“I know you can hear me, Zuku~” Gōkan purred out, making their voice sound sexy to get a rise out of him.

“Shutupshutupshutup!” Midoriya angrily muttered to himself, breathing slightly easier than expected due to knowing his thoughts were still somewhat safe. A small blessing, but it should help.

“Just look at her.”

Midoriya darted his eyes to Hatsume’s figure, gulping as he got a dry mouth upon seeing her voluptuous, dripping wet form as she went back to working on her inventions.

“Tits. Ass. Thighs. So many entrées, so little time,” Gōkan sinfully whispered out, subtly causing extra blood to flow to Izuku’s already rock hard cock. “C’mon… rape her!” Gōkan demanded, their voice echoing throughout Midoriya’s mind as they also caused a minute spasm in one of Izuku’s legs.

This made the young man take a step forward, closer to Hatsume (who was still wiggling her butt unknowingly at him).

“She’s no better than a living, moving onahole. You need to do something…”

And just like that Midoriya found himself standing mere inches away from Hatsume’s jiggling and arousing backside, so close that if he pressed the tiniest bit forward they’d be touching. Izuku saw the crevice of her ass. Saw how the material of her clothing clung to her, how it made him want to fuck her all the more. He got a little bit closer, being roughly an inch away now when Hatsume suddenly pressed firmly backward.

It felt heavenly, like an itch that needed to be scratched. Midoriya, in response, pushed forward eagerly, his mind clouding over as his hand raced down to the zipper on his pants.

“Oh! Hey, Green!” Mei cheerfully greeted, turning her head around to face him. “What’cha doing so close to me?” the pink-haired inventor asked in a naïve voice, looking at where they were touching before giving a shrug. “Need something?” she asked in an excited tone as she looked back into Izuku’s lust-filled eyes that had a smidgen of apprehension (almost like he was having an inner dialogue with himself).

“Force the cunt to her knees,” Gōkan ordered, expecting their will to be carried out when they noticed that Izuku was resisting.

How cute.

“Rape her already! She just asked you what you needed! Tell her that you need—”

“Stop it!” Midoriya whispered angrily before trying to be himself to Mei. “Hatsume…” he began, not even trying to move away from the sinfully-good position he was in, as the inventor was still pressing her ass quite firmly into him.

“Yes, Green? I’m in the middle of something and you need to move back so I can—” Hatsume stopped talking when she got a wonderful idea. She decided to just push Green out of the way with her butt, pressing whatever was in his pants further into her buttcheeks as she managed to acquire more room. “There we go, all better!” she said victoriously as Mei continued to work on her invention.

Izuku, meanwhile, was struggling not to listen to every debaucherous thought that Gōkan was throwing at him, such as how pillowy, plump, and hand-sinking that ass must be while he was practically assaulting the unknowing poor girl. Mei kept wiggling her ass from side to side aggressively, as if she too were scratching an itch…

“H-Hatsume…!” Midoriya gasped out, his hands begging to molest and knead her asscheeks, which were hypnotically swaying, moving; practically pleasing his achingly hard, about-to-burst and towering erection. It strained and fought against the confines of his pants, leaking out an impressive amount of precum and staining both their clothes. Just as Izuku was about to take off, no, practically rip off their clothes, however…

Hatsume stopped and got out, doing a little humming as she went about the workshop to work on something else. Mei eventually found an object on the floor and then promptly bent over like a whore with no shame to grab it. Her clothing, which clung lightly to her body beforehand, became one with her skin as her huge ass was struggling to be contained. Erotically enough however was that, due to their prior closeness, there were huge globs of his precum staining, filling, and saturating through the material; assuredly also seeping through her asscheeks and being stopped by her panties…

Which Midoriya came to realize wasn’t there, clearly seeing her cameltoe outlined and highlighted against the clothes. He gulped quite audibly, causing her to turn around and ask innocently, “By the way… what did you come here for again?”

“I…” Midoriya faltered, his mind desperately wanting to say one thing while his body desperately wanted another.

“Was it to make a baby with me? My babies never had a daddy before, and it’s been a while since I’ve been a mommy to them—”

At her words Midoriya lost himself, pouncing on top of Hatsume and pinning her down, his cock brushing against her concealed pussy, which was hot to the touch.

“Gotta s-say, Green, you’re strong!” Mei complimented before smiling to herself as she flipped the two of them over suddenly, now sitting on his lap wantonly and pinning down him by the arms. “But in terms of mass and leverage, I believe I have the upperhand!” she cheered, doing little gyrating motions to get rid of the bad itch she had in her womb. “Now here’s the deal,” Hatsume began to dictate, seeing the lust, fog, and apathy in Midori’s eyes fade away a smidgen as he listened. “I need to ‘get off’ because of this fire you put in my belly. I’m guessing you also,” she grinded hard against his cock, making his arms twitch in desperation to molest her body but being stopped all the while by her arms, “need to ‘let out some steam’?”

Midoriya’s response was to grunt and buck his hips, spreading more of his precum against her clothed mound and making the young woman take in a sharp intake of breath.

“Hey now! Don’t get too commandeering, or else this stops,” Hatsume threatened as she ceased moving entirely, her eyes saying more than a thousand words to not cross that line.

But inside Midoriya’s head, however:

“Rape her! Fill her with your gooey, thick, and creamy cum, you stud muffin! Do it! Do it now!!!” Gōkan demanded repeatedly, shoving images and short clips of him raping and roughly fucking Hatsume in different positions.

“… not to mention the fact you have to wear a condom,” Mei finished speaking (most of which Midoriya didn’t hear) as she pulled out a condom from seemingly nowhere. Izuku examined the condom and saw that the wrapper was in rough shape.

Miscolored, crinkled, several imperceivable holes in it; the whole thing screamed to not be used, as its whole purpose was compromised.

“I usually hate condoms… but that one I can get behind. Use it to make the bitch shut up so you can pound that pussy.”

Midoriya was so far gone that he nodded (to whom he didn’t know). Grabbing the broken condom, he was about to take off his pants when Hatsume stopped him.

“Let me! Always wanted to do this!” she insisted, pressing her glorious tits into his face and sliding downwards, resting his cock in her bosom as she undid the zipper. His meaty and veiny cock sprung out and landed in her slightly open mouth as it oozed some of his precum. She moaned carnally as she began to lick it slowly and gently, as if she had all the time in the world.

Izuku couldn’t stand the pace, so he grabbed her by the head and pressed down.

“Hey wai—!”

He paid her no mind as he forced his way down her mouth and into her throat, the texture, the heat, and the pleasure he was receiving overriding any and all guilt he should’ve felt in that moment for taking what he wanted, no, needed.

Midoriya made Hatsume go up and down on his cock, even as she fought against him and tried to take a second to breathe. He eventually stopped after he saw her about to lose consciousness, letting her up for air as she coughed and sputtered. Saliva covered her face and the front of her clothes, the wet spot steadily growing down at her pussy.

“Green!” she said in a shocked, slightly angry tone of voice. “What the hell?! If that wasn’t so goddamn hot I would kill you!” she reprimanded, pulling off her clothes and flinging them to the side in what seemed to be annoyance. She grabbed ahold of the condom and used her teeth to open it, almost as if she didn’t know of basic sex education (or didn’t give a damn). Without creating a “semen reservoir” and leaving an air pocket in the condom, Hatsume placed it on… only to be amazed when the condom was several sizes too small, barely even going half-way down his monster of a cock.

Before she could even articulate herself, however, Midoriya stood up and grabbed Hatsume like a toy, holding her up in place and suspending her in such a position where she couldn’t quite move or escape.

She gulped in fear as his towering erection was at the entrance to her cunt, but was thankful that the itch she’s been having recently was about to go away.

With no preamble and no time to let her adjust Midoriya speared inside of Hatsume’s pussy, her velvety inner folds conforming to his hardness like a glove. He bottomed out inside of her, hating the sensation of the condom on him, limiting what he could feel properly. He moved his cock outwards until only the tip remained before slamming it back in, and then the most amazing thing happened:

It felt as if the condom just… disappeared! It felt way better to saw in and out of Hatsume’s little “coin slot”, as Gōkan was telling him.

“Oh fuck! Green! That feels so fucking good!” Hatsume praised before she decided to do something unexpected. She leaned in and whispered to him, “I would’ve let you ‘smash’ me raw, but today’s a risky day, okay? That’s why you absolutely cannot cum inside me,” she explained before biting down hard on his neck, giving him a hickey like she saw other people do when they thought they were alone.

Izuku lost it at that point, fucking her roughly, animalistically. Without care to her person at all, he kept pistoning inside of her before his cock started to twitch, signalling it was time. Like a true gentleman, Midoriya didn’t warn her and pushed balls-deep inside of his friend before letting loose. So lost in pleasure that he didn’t even feel her try to stop him, to try and get him to move away for some reason.

When he deemed he was done, Izuku slowly moved his barely softening cock out of her cunt.

Gōkan was happily satisfied that the condom did indeed break and that their love had creampied deep inside his newest plaything; which was better than any onahole on the market (and for free too!). Seeing as this was a good opportunity, Gōkan also released a surge of dopamine and serotonin into the young man’s brain as they praised him with, “Good boy, Zuku.”

The orgasmic bliss he felt from railing his newest slut was divine and toe-curling…

Semen was absolutely coming out like a torrent from Hatsume’s entrance and she looked pissed.

“What the hell, Green?! I could get pregnant!” she berated him, feeling his thick and gooey seed sloshing around inside her very fertile womb.

“Good,”/”Good,” both Gōkan and Izuku said simultaneously before the former started to come out of his ears and raced towards the helpless young woman to possess her too.

Midoriya didn’t try to stop it, didn’t even try to convince Gōkan not to do it. 

What would be the point? If Izuku tried to stop Gōkan he’d probably find his legs and arms “mysteriously” frozen, so there really was no reason (but maybe some harm) to not add to his growing list of victimized friends/harem. He simply stared blankly ahead, waiting for the moment Hatsume would give up physically fighting and go slack. 

After a full twenty seconds, the young woman was still trying her best to fight. Haven given up on stopping the apparent mind-jacker, she walked, then stumbled, and finally fell just short of her goal: A weird helmet of sorts on the desk that had many lights and was hollow in design; something she’d never be able to put on in time as she lost control of her arm, dropping the damn thing on the floor.

“Uh… Gōkan?” Izuku mumbled under his breath, watching as Mei slowly lost more of her motor functions and slumped against the desk, her eyes on the device as if it was the answer to her prayers.

“Not now, her mind’s ‘unique’,” Gōkan quickly got out, discrimination as clear as a cloudless day in their voice.

“Green?” Hatsume got out, her pupils shifted to see that no, that her friend from the Hero Course had not run away for help, nor did look particularly sure of what to do. She thought he would’ve gone to the teachers, not watch her get taken over…

No, she can salvage this! 

“Green, my helmet… over there… resists mind control,” she pseudo-ordered, her breaths growing shorter.

“Hatsume… I’m sorry,” Midoriya began to apologize, “I was too rough with you. I hurt you, and I’m sorry that I used and abused both you and your body. I apologize that you got roped up into all this. I can lie and say that I wanted to check up on you, but… you didn’t deserve this…”

“What are you talking about…?” she slurred out, the muscles in her face growing steadily weaker. “Help me…”

"Just… just let go, it'll be for the best," Izuku told her, trying to make this easier on her… 

Wasn't he? He wasn't saying it just because… this had been going on for over a minute now and his dick was fully hard again. It was quite noticeable and Hatsume clearly saw it, especially since it was ready and raring to go another round on that bitch’s cunt.

"Grab her tits real quick. Just need that whore to break her focus for a second and she's all mine to give to you,” Gōkan ordered, needing help as well.

Midoriya gulped, at an impasse with his moral responsibility. Given two different requests, one from a desperate friend on the ground and one from the villian that had “ruined” his life in his head, Izuku struggled to rationalize the “correct” option.

… logically speaking, if Hatsume was freed at this moment and allowed to go to a teacher, what would happen?

The green-haired young man swallowed thickly, his throat as dry as the Sahara Desert as he processed the ramifications of saving her now versus saving her “later”.

“H–h-hel…” the girl tried to say, clearly trapped in her own body. “…Green?” she begged, about to say more when Green walked over solemnly over to her, stopping a few feet away.

“I just need to distract her?” he asked seemingly no one. After standing as still as a stone for a moment, Midoriya apparently somehow received an answer as he breathed in deeply before bringing his lips to hers. Shocked at the sudden passionate kiss, Hatsume lost concentration and went slack, making the whole kissing experience subpar… at first.

Eventually Hatsume “rebooted”, as it were, and began to kiss back in gusto and zeal, passionately like a true lover would. Their innocent kiss transformed steadily into frenching each other, their tongues interlocked and fighting for dominance.

When they both tapped out for air their mouths/tongues were connected by a thin strand of saliva. Gōkan-Hatsume wiped away their drool before exclaiming in excitement, “That was so hot, Green!” She was about to pounce on him when she was stopped by two firm hands on her shoulders.

Izuku stared into her eyes, his own looking more broken than ever, as if he just realized the severity of his choices. His mouth opened and closed like a dying fish, his words stuck in his throat. He struggled with what he was about to say next, as if saying the next words would be going too far. He realized it would… and then promptly shoved the emotion/thought as deep as he could within his psyche, absolving to deal with that later.

In the few moments of silence that followed, Hatsume decided to boop on his nose. “I’m not a mind reader yet! What’cha thinking, Green?” she playfully asked, acting as if the prior moment of weakness hadn’t just occurred. Her grin became very un -Hatsume like as her grin turned seductive and a smidgen bratty. “What’s wrong, Dad-dy?” she purposely sounded out, brushing aside his arms to get right into his personal space. Mei, as naked as the day she was born, decided to drape her leg around Izuku’s. He reacted cutely, moaning like a rapist in heat the moment she forced his calloused hands onto her breasts. He kneaded, massaged, and outright defiled her with every moan and illicit sharp intake of air before he slowed down, trying to come back to his senses.

“What’s wrong?” Hatsume egged on, wrapping an arm around his neck to bring him closer. “You don’t wanna fuck me anymore now that I’m your whore whenever… you… wannnnnnt?~” she accentuated, kissing him in a flash for a second in between each word. While doing all this she was still plunging her three fingers inside her own snatch to push in his cum further and closer to her womb; her eggs helpless, prey to be inseminated indifferently and ruthlessly.

Midoriya Izuku smiled, a wolfish one at that due to all the conditional training he’s been going through the last three months. He pulled his newest “toy” closer to him, loving how his cock pressed firmly past her navel.

And it was then that he promptly forgot, for a moment, why he had come to the Support Department in the first place, lost in the bliss of it all.

Notes:

We're probably going to go back to a mostly plot with some smut chapter next time, just FYI.

Chapter 16: Assimilation in Retaliation

Summary:

Midnight sets a trap; Midoriya learns the power of word choice.

Notes:

What's up, bitches? I'm back! A month and three days later to boot, but I'm back!

“Wake up, bro!” Kirishima yelled as he rapped his knuckles against Kaminari’s door, Aoyama waiting off to the side contemplating everything that’s happened within the last ten minutes.

Denki opened the door wildly, looking dead tired as he swore, “I’m—” A yawn escaped him. “—awake. What’s up?”

“We’ve got evidence to help Midori-bro!” Eijiro informed, both he and Yuga most assuredly disturbed by the recent events.

Kaminari sobered up immediately, opening the door up as he urgently clothed himself. “Spill,” the electric-based teen practically demanded.

“Our friends—”

“Former friends,” Aoyama corrected curtly, looking green in the gills.

“… right,” Kirishima shuddered, the mere thought of what happened unsettling him. But still he continued, “Uraraka basically admitted to our face what’s been happening to him.”

“Damn,” Kaminari exclaimed with his shirt over his head. He pulled it over, showing how uneasy he looked as he lightly exhaled, “I can’t believe they admitted to doing… that.”

“Mes amis,” Yuga sighed, as if disappointed by the turn of events he was in. “Our friend is being molested , and you dare speak around it?” 

The other boys in the room flinched as if they were struck, but their faces became determined as they all agreed simultaneously:

“Aizawa-sensei.”

As a unit they ran to the school at the behest of the “manliest” person of Class 1-A, not admiring the scenery. It was late in the morning, before class started and they wouldn’t know where exactly their teacher would be.

“Come on, guys!” Eijiro encouraged, sprinting ahead to make up for lost time. Predictably they all managed to get to Aizawa-sensei’s office around the same time.

When they knocked and were told to enter, they unpredictably found a second teacher in the room talking to the man they trusted: Midnight-sensei, sitting in a chair across from the man himself, who was currently resting in his yellow sleeping bag on his couch.

“Can I help you?” Aizawa-sensei yawned out, struggling not to do so too loudly. “Me and Nemuri were having an important conversation.”

“I’m sorry, sensei, but this is also important,” Kirishima spoke first, the others behind him as if he was the leader. “It’s about the note I sent you…”

“What ‘note’?” Kayama probed, looking between the four males in the room, a slightly curious and concerned look on her face. 

“Kirishima thinks that something is happening between Midoriya and the girls of Class 1-A,” Aizawa tiredly said as if he was discussing the life of an ant living its day, boring and uninteresting. “Nothing is happening, thankfu—”

“But there is! Uraraka admitted to our face,” at saying that Aoyama nodded his head solemnly, “that she and the other girls were molesting him!” Eijiro nearly shouted.

After saying that the reactions from the adults in the room were… mixed.

Aizawa looked alarmed, but not as much as the boys were expecting. It was more like he found out he stepped in a bit of dog shit with his spare shoes than his own student was being actively molested at this moment.

Nemuri? She appeared almost alarmed by what they said, but it was muted by the rage she was failing to hide.

“Are you sure?” Aizawa asked slowly, looking a tiny bit more awake than before as he sat up on the couch and, while still in his sleeping bag, pulled out from thin air a jelly pouch. He began drinking it, much to the ire of the boys in the room.

“Wha—ho—!” Kaminari tried to get out, but the ridiculousness of the scene perplexed him so entirely that his words were jumbled.

“I think what mon ami is trying to say is: What the fuck?” Yuga bluntly asked, looking very pissed.

“Yeah, what he said!” Kirishima encouraged before pointing a finger at their beloved teacher. “How can you sit there and drink that after what we told you?!”

“Very easily,” Shouta answered back quickly. “I ask again: Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Then why did Midoriya tell me otherwise?” Aizawa asked in retort. “I listened to your note, Kirishima, and got Detective Tsukachi to pseudo-interrogate Midoriya. When asked if anything is happening between him and the girls he said, and I quote, ‘ Nope. Nothing bad is happening at all between me and the girls of Class 1-A,’ ” he repeated verbatim.

“What if he was lying?! We heard from Uraraka herself that—!”

“That she and the other girls are molesting Midoriya, yes,” Midnight rejoined the conversation, pushing her signature glasses up in what looked to be straining patience. “Do you think she was saying that for attention?” she asked connivingly, predicting the conversation in advance.

“What?! No, Uraraka wouldn’t say that for ‘attention’!” Kirishima argued, looking fuming mad that they weren’t even doing anything. They were supposed to… he doesn’t know! Do something! Anything but nothing!

“If that’s true, why would Uraraka or even the other girls ‘molest’ Midoriya? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Are you sure that Midoriya isn’t molesting them ?” Nemuri asked, purposely trying to mislead them.

“Sensei,” Aoyama began calmly, though an undercurrent of disrespect was in his tone of voice, “we are quite sure it’s the way we described.”

“And I’m saying you’re wrong,” Kayama boldly told them. “If Detective Tsukachi quizzed Midoriya and he passed, then nothing is happening.”

“You make it sound so benign, so trivial, so… meaningless,” Kaminari rattled off, looking disillusioned by the people in power that were supposed to help them.

“He’s not wrong,” Aizawa agreed, looking at his friend with a tiny bit of disbelief that she would trivialize something so wrong.

At that Midnight sighed in defeat. “Since we can’t come to a consensus on whether or not it’s true, why don’t we ask them all at once and gauge their reactions?” she posed.

“And when we’re right?” Kirishima asked the million yen question.

“If you guys are right…” Nemuri dismissively trailed off, looking grumpy and annoyed by the conversation.

“… then me, Nemuri, and the school will get involved and we’ll handle it from there, understand?” Aizawa asked firmly and, when he realized he was going to get some pushback, decided to throw in, “You guys can be there when we ask.”

At that they agreed that was acceptable before leaving for class, leaving the two adults in the room.

“Do you honestly think something’s wrong with Midoriya?” Midnight scoffed out, her face the poster child of “disbelief” of the situation.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Aizawa side-stepped, laying back down as he sipped from his jelly pouch. “Though I do think something’s wrong with you,” he thought safely within his mind before nodding off.

Nemuri waited a moment before quietly stepping out of the room, taking out her smartphone as she phoned the newly acquired genius to talk about their newest plan to secure their future with their Primary Purpose.

“Hatsume Mei, future CEO of Hatsume Industries at your service!” the genius, if a bit loony, inventor answered. The sound of working machinery could be clearly heard in the background, though it was interspersed by computer beeps and boops. “Need a status update?”

“Yes, are we almost ready?” Kayama asked curtly, not really liking this Variant of themselves for various reasons.

“Yep! You know the plan, right?” the younger woman asked cheekily.

“Yeah yeah, I do. Try not to damage yourself physically, as our Master may want to sample us later when we succeed,” Midnight reminded reluctantly, excited by the feast she’d be presenting to him soon when it worked.

“Don’t you mean ‘if’?” Mei tried to correct, “This is all theoretical and Yaoyorozu’s math, while on point, is still kinda on paper and—”

“I get it!” Nemuri snapped, about to hang up the call to get rid of the annoying woman.

“… I just don’t want us to fail, y’know?” Hatsume admitted softly. “If we lose Midoriya, our Primary Purpose…” she trailed off, sounding every bit like an unsure teenager they should be.

Despite her dislike of this Variant, Midnight’s heart couldn’t help but soften a little. Sure, the other Variant was rude, loud, erratic, and “special”, but when the Hatsume Variant spoke so honestly in that “scared teenager” sort of way…

“Hey, it’s gonna work,” Nemuri affirmed, her grip on her phone tightening as she tried to convince the both of them, “It will work, we have to have hope,” she reminded.

“… right. Well… I’ll have the water bottles ready when it’s time, m’kay?” Mei ended the call, leaving Midnight a bit uncertain about their fate.

“I don’t want to lose him…” she thought forlornly before pocketing her phone, putting on a mask of confidence that she didn’t really feel.

---

It was later on in the day and everyone was in Class 1-A, waiting for Aizawa-sensei to arrive. Midoriya could swear that Kirishima, Kaminari, and Aoyama were looking at him funny. They kept looking his way, even when Izuku deliberately stared them dead-on in the hopes of making them uncomfortable. 

But alas, it did not work.

Right before Midoriya would’ve said something, a person who was not their homeroom teacher entered the room:

“Heya, cuties!” Midnight-sensei greeted, strutting into the room as if she owned the building. Her breasts heaved and swayed in her movements, her tight form-fitting outfit doing her so many favors that it should be a crime. Her perfume/natural aroma was so sinfully erotic that Izuku instantly popped a painful, aching erection that was thankfully hidden by his desk.

“Why are you still holding back?” the Gōkan shard within Midoryia’s own brain spoke up, having been “woken up” by their host’s growing, persistent arousal. “You could have that slut bouncing on your girthy fucking cock any time you want, and yet you still hold back? What a waste…”

Midoryia stayed silent, telling himself that he was just ignoring Gōkan, not listening in the slightest.

“Where’s Aizawa-sensei, teach?” Uraraka asked, trying to be casual but to Izuku’s trained ears it sounded rehearsed. 

“Unfortunately he’s going to be absent for the majority of the class. But fortunately,” Midnight’s roaming gaze stopped when she locked eyes with Midoriya, “you have me!~” she finished, acting as bubbly and as flirtatious as usual. “Now, the game plan is this—”

---

Every student was out on the field, doing various strenuous exercises to “further improve stamina and endurance.”

There were several different areas (or stations) to exercise, each area its own thing. 

The “Strength Station” was populated by Sato, Kirishima, Ojiro, and Shoji as they did pushups, plank holds, lunges and the like.

The “Flexibility/Balance Station”, which Jirou, Asui, Midoriya, and Mina were doing, had them doing yoga poses, toe touches, and single-leg stands.

The “Cardio Station” had Iida, Todoroki, Sero, and Uraraka, all of whom were either doing jump ropes, high knees, mountain climbers, and (for the sadistically-inclined) burpees.

The “Agility/Coordination Station” was being done by Kaminari, Tokoyami, Aoyama, and Hagakure, all of whom were doing ladder drills, cone weaving, and simple ball tossing and catching.

The "Endurance/Isometric Hold Station” had the remaining four students, those being Yaoyorozu, Mineta, Bakugo, and Koda as they did wall sits, planks, and long static poses.

Midoryia noticed the completely non-subtle leers Mineta kept giving Momo whenever she did a pose that exposed even an inch more of her skin. The young man frowned, getting irrationally, disproportionately angry. He always got annoyed in the past whenever Mineta did something like this, but Izuku’s feelings had always stemmed from his heroic philosophy, not this… selfish thought of, “She’s MINE. They’re all MINE.”

… either way, Midoriya didn’t think in the slightest that one of the girls wouldn’t try to do something, anything to get a rise out of him. And, predictably, one of them did.

“Midoriiiiiii!” Mina whined out, trying to get his attention. Izuku didn’t even bother trying to steel himself, making no attempt to try to withstand the mental sabotage she was about to give him. He looked at her just in time to see her in a perfect downward dog pose, her fat, fuckable, jiggly ass on full display due to her skirt riding up (only for him, of course). “Can you help me?! I feel like I need a little push,” she said the last word while making the “come hither” motion with her hands.

On auto-pilot without his input, without his volition, without his consent, his body moved on its own. Not to be a hero who saved the day with a smile, but to indulge in acts so vile that if his mother ever found out, she’d die from the shock.

But she didn’t know, did she? And he planned on keeping it that way until the end of his days.

Situating himself behind Mina’s breeable and spankable bare pink ass (and making sure no one was paying too much attention) he “forlornly” asked in a husky sort of way, “What do you want me to do to you?”

“Can’t do it here, stud,” she whispered evilly, giggling like the schoolgirl she was as she swayed her considerable assets side to side. “But you can definitely help push down on my middle back from behind,” she semi-suggested, trying to fake failing at stretching when it was obvious that she was holding back on purpose.

Regardless, Midoriya tried (like a faux gentleman) to not get obnoxiously close to her rear, but it was a failing battle due to how big and bubbly it was. His erection wasn’t doing him any good either, as it was jutting out from the confines of his pants to poke at her soaking entrance, which he noticed earlier was not being shielded by her panties.

“God, that feels good…” Mina trailed off, forgetting she was outside surrounded by her non-infected peers as she began to grind and gyrate her hips for more stimulation. Midoriya, so lost in this thick haze of lust, was about to undo his pants when the two of them were stopped by Midnight’s loud, commandeering voice.

“Okay, class! I know we’re all worked up , and while some of us are still raring to go,” the teacher took special notice of Midoriya’s big predicament with a proud smile, “I brought us something!” Midnight-sensei clapped her hands twice in quick procession, somehow causing a drone to come flying in around the corner carrying a big locked case. The drone got in close to their teacher, dropped the case on the ground with an audible “oomph” noise next to her.

The box/case had the initials “H.M.” on them, and in the corner of the case on two opposing sides were the words, “Courtesy of The Support Department”.

Using a biometric thumbprint scanner attuned to her, Midnight opened up the crate to reveal ice-cooled, refreshing water bottles. Most of the caps had star bottle caps on it, but some didn’t.

“Everyone, get in an orderly line for a water bottle. Hydration is important, and I will not let you faint because you want to be ‘manly’ or something equally stupid,” she shot out, making one of the members of Class 1-A look a little peeved and miffed.

Midnight watched with satisfaction and sadistic glee as every boy and every girl drank the water bottle she specifically gave them, star bottle cap bottles for the boys (excluding Midoriya), and the normal ones for the girls. She made sure that everyone drank every last drop before ending the class, happy that their plan was in motion.

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As Midoriya finished his water bottle, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Discreetly taking it out, he noticed it was a text from Jirou, who he hasn’t talked to in a long while.

The text read verbatim, “meet me in my room with ashido. need 2 convert her, rember?”

Midoriya gulped, remembering it. Their plan to convert the girls one by one into a better, more repentant version of themselves to eventually free the girls. He texted back, “okay” , before trying to get Mina’s attention. “Hey, Ashido! Do you—”

“Hold up a second, I’m a bit busy,” Mina interrupted, chewing some gum as she typed away at her phone.

Izuku would’ve liked to say he waited patiently for her to finish, for her to do her thing and wait his turn.

But that cunt did tease him earlier, practically blue-balling him when he didn’t get off right there on the field…

So with a confidence that was too easy to muster up, he forcibly got Ashido’s attention by going behind her and cupping her ample ass with his calloused hands. He whispered in her ear in a controlling, possessive way (to really “sell the act”), “Follow me for a good time, slut. Or should I choose someone more willing to get dicked down like a good little whore?”

"No! I'll listen, Sir," Mina immediately and submissively agreed, the two walking back to the dorms, her ass still in his hands; not because he wanted to or anything!

Even though her pillowy, divine pink ass was so soft to the touch, he only did it to really sell the act…

Right?

Either way, once they were out of sight from his friends and possessed teacher, he let go of her ass and yanked her back by her horns hard .

The bitch moaned like a cat in heat, her mouth opening just enough in delirious pleasure mixed with pain that Izuku dived in. She didn’t respond at first when his tongue invaded her mouth, but when she realized she returned the favor, palming and feeling up his restrained cock to further spur him on, but he was having none of that.

“Not yet,” he growled out, trying to get out of the embrace but Mina wouldn’t let him go, tightening her grip on him as she tried to wrap one leg around his own. “Let go,” he ordered, but she didn’t listen, trying to latch on like a tick. “Let go!”

“Make me~” she egged on before, without any indication, she was suddenly penetrated by two of his fingers going in and out roughly out of her snatch. 

She moaned wantonly, slightly squirting around his digits. Ashido was seriously considering throwing caution to the wind and pinning him down right then and there, but the pure air of confidence he was exuding, like he owned her, was so intoxicating that she didn’t.

“Good girls get to cum. Are you a good girl?” Midoriya asked her, his fingers stopping their movement. She tried to move her body up and down to get some type of release when the unthinkable happened: He removed his fingers, bringing them to his tongue to taste. “I guess not. Maybe Uraraka—”

“No! I’m a good girl, the best girl!” she whimpered out, tugging on his arm to reinsert his fingers back into her empty cunt to no avail.

“Best girl? Best girls don’t fucking,” Izuku jammed his fingers back into her without warning, watching with angry satisfaction that she squirted again, “cum before me. Because who am I?”

Mina’s lips trembled, not wanting to fuck up the answer but knowing she had to try to appease him if she wanted more relief. “You’re my… Master, Sir,” she subserviently answered.

“That’s right, good girl,” Izuku praised, moving his fingers around to stimulate her further. He asked not kindly, “If I’m truly your “Master”, your “Sir”, what does that mean?”

“That means I’m yours, Sir! That I’m yours, Master!” she gushed out, quite literally in-fact by the small pool of love nectar puddling beneath her. “Whenever you need me I’ll be there, not like that skank Jirou!” she said while throwing her friend under the bus, her head delirious and her pussy tightening with need . 

Midoriya smiled cruelly, happy at the way Gōkan-Ashido—

No.

This was the new Ashido for now, and he had to get used to that. Regardless, he was happy that he was playing her like a fiddle, or more like a cheap kazoo; to be used and discarded for something better.

“You don’t like my other pet?” he roleplayed convincingly, “not” getting lost in the depravity, “not” getting drowning in the sea of power given to him, and certainly “not” losing himself.

He was.

“… permission to speak freely, Sir?”

“You may,” he replied, removing his fingers for the final time and making her clean them with her mouth. When she was done and they were suitably clean, Mina spoke firmly, “I think she’s a liability. She nearly ruined…” she stopped, realizing what she was about to say and thought better of it. “She’s not good for you, Sir. She can’t please you like—”

“You can?” he now interrupted her, finishing her sentence. He gestured with his head that the two needed to keep moving again as he continued, “What do you have that she doesn’t?”

“I can create an aphrodisiac lube that you’ve never seen before, Sir. And my boobs and butt are bigger,” Ashido almost childly reminded, cupping and moving the both of them to further entice her man.

“True, but Jirou has those Ear Jacks,” he reminded, the two stopping outside the young woman’s room. “Wait out here or else,” Izuku mysteriously ordered before entering Jirou’s room without knocking. Inside the punk rock girl was sprawled out on her bed, phone in hand death-scrolling, but the moment she noticed his entrance she became somewhat nervous as she sat up cross-legged. 

“Hey,” she greeted. “I, uh, I missed you,” she eventually blurted out tenderly.

Midoriya closed the door, dropping his act of dominance and control. His shoulders relaxed, and his eyes lost the certainty that was there before; his body language back to his “old normal”. He looked across to his confidant, to the one who he should’ve been working with all this time to free the other girls. But alas, they stopped talking because… he didn’t know why, actually. But he was going to find out. Right here, right now.

… after pleasantries, of course.

“But we see each other all the time?” he somewhat teased, his brain trying to tell him that her smile, while genuine and goofy at his words, was still off, not her.

“Shut up, Green,” she told him with no heat behind her words, only on her cheeks. “Listen, did you bring Mina?” she asked tentatively, playing around with her Ear Jacks out of nervousness.

“Yes,” Midoriya replied. “Wait, before we do anything to her—”

“Green,” Jirou interrupted firmly, taking control of the conversation with just one word, “not now. After. Bring her in, and be ready to hold her down.”

Izuku gulped, nodding along as he knew he had to do this; that if he didn’t his friends would be lost to the main Gōkan hivemind forevermore. He walked over to the door, opening it as he slipped on his “mask” of domineering control and certainty. “Ashido, in,” he ordered curtly, not even deigning to look at the pink-skinned young woman who was waiting impatiently outside.

“Yessir!” she enthusiastically answered in one breath, strutting into Kyoka’s room like she owned it. “Heya, bitch!” she rudely greeted, waiting for Jirou to say something stupid so that she could prove to her man that she was the better girl, the best girl.

Jirou, however, stayed silent as Mina “invaded” the former’s room, the latter prancing up to her with a smug, shit-eating expression.

“What, cat got your tongue, you skanky-ass cunt?” Ashido insulted before turning on a dime and giving a pouty, bratty expression to Izuku. “Master,” she purred out seductively, trailing a lone finger up and down his clothed abs, “this little bitch needs a lesson in manners. Care to show that whore her place in your world?”

“Restrain her to the floor, Midori. It’s time,” Jirou ordered blandly.

Izuku obeyed, his body automatically pinning the surprised woman to the floor.

“What—Midoriya?! The fuck?!” Mina shrieked, fruitlessly trying to overpower his superior strength. After five seconds of a strenuous, seriously-useless struggle, Kyoka got up from the bed and approached her friend turned captured bully.

Ashido, the one who pushed her off the couch. Ashido, the one who burned her with literal acid. Ashido, who was better physically in every way, shape and form when compared to herself.

With no small amount of glee, slime started to come out of Jirou’s ears. Thick, unnatural, purposeful, the purple ooze raced in its path towards the restrained student. The viscous fluid entered through Mina’s ears, eerily “similar” to Midoriya’s first meeting with Gōkan.

Ashido struggled, squirmed, and spasmed… for a time before that too ebbed away, replacing the normally vibrant, happy expression that she wore with a blankness that Midoriya would never forget.

When the slime retracted and Jirou motioned to let go of the other, the two waited for the other to reboot, to hopefully be aligned with their own goals.

And when Mina started to blink, looking around the room before landing on Midoriya, before starting to babble and cry for what she’d done?

He believed it had worked, that saving his friends from Gōkan wasn’t a pipe dream.

But behind the tears, behind the trembling lip and the regretful gaze, Mina and Jirou both knew the truth:

Their deception had landed perfectly.

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Jirou grinned in satisfaction when Mina was done selling the act.

“I’m s-s-so sorry, Midoriya!” Ashido finished, scooping the young man into a hug to “comfort” the both of them. “I-I-I didn’t mean it! If I—”

“Sssssh, it’s okay, Ashido. It’s okay,” Midoriya soothed, but when he realized what was happening “down there” he tried to get out of the hug but was a little too late.

“Midoriya?” Mina asked in confusion, feeling his erection digging into her navel. 

“I, uh… sorry, I have no excuse,” Izuku admitted, still trying to get out the hug but she wouldn’t let him. “Ashido?”

“Call me Mina, ‘kay?”

“But—”

“Call me Mina,” she said again, looking him straight in the eyes before turning to look at Jirou. “He’s got an erection.”

“Oh. Do you want us to leave?” Jirou suggested, thinking that’s what he probably would want.

“Um…” Midoriya struggled to speak, and they thought he was being his awkward self again. Annoying, but workable.

“Yeah! We can leave to give you some time to… ‘let it out’,” Ashido teased, playfully hitting him on his shoulder… only to have his hand come out and stop her from removing her arm. “Midoriya?”

“I… could you… it’s just…”

Kyoka and Mina shared a look, hoping against hope. “We can’t read your mind, Midori. Spill,” Jirou encouraged.

“It’s just that… canyouhelpmeoutplease?”

“‘Help you’?” both girls asked at the same time, their excitement growing.

“It’s just that fapping doesn’t help anymore, and I’m really pent up after all of M-Mina’s teasing, and you’re right here and—”

“Midoriya.”

The man in question stopped speaking, zipping his mouth shut because he thought he fucked up, big time.

“Are you asking us to help?” Jirou questioned, getting in close to knock off Midoriya’s hold on her friend/counterpart. “I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in.”

“Yeah!” Mina agreed, stepping a bit away from Midorya’s reach to stand with her former hated enemy. “What was it that Uraraka said again? Something about us being something,” she played dumb, rubbing her chin in fake thought.

“Hmm, we’re definitely something to you,” Kyoka agreed, also pretending to not know. “Do you remember what Uraraka said to you, Midori? About what we are to you? Something about a hole?”

Midoriya looked conflicted, his shame and guilt warning him not to say it, forcing him to look down, conveniently down at his erect, aching, swollen cock. He gulped, his lust overpowering his morality yet again. “Ochaco said you’d be willing to help me?” he tried to lie, remembering in full detail the exact words.

“No, that’s not what she said,” Jirou called out, motioning to the other girl to sit down on the bed with her. They both sat with their legs splayed, and Midoriya could easily smell the arousal in the room that they were lying about having. “Midori, if that’s all, you can leave.”

“What?! But I can’t leave like this!” he gestured to his dick, which he saw both girls look at disinterestedly. “What if someone sees?!”

“Not really our problem. I mean, you asked us to help you, we said no. Are you upset?”

Midoriya stilled his tongue, his balls churning and demanding to release his spunk as deep as he could in their wombs. He couldn’t exactly say, “Yes, I’m upset,” and still be a good person. He couldn’t exactly force them to help him. 

Right?

“Aw, Jirou! He looks like a kicked puppy. Maybe we should help him?” Ashido thought, only to be shot down soon after.

“No, I don’t think so. He asked,” she emphasized the word, “and we clearly don’t want to, unless…”

Izuku was going mad, seeing his two sexy friends sitting with their tits, ass, and pussies in reach. “Unless?” he repeated, wanting relief so damn bad that his cock and balls were legitimately beginning to hurt.

“Unless you’re not asking, but telling us,” Jirou clarified, looking at her friend.

“Totally! If you told us to help you, we’d have to, no if’s, and’s, or but’s!” Mina agreed, closing her legs intentionally and loving the way Izuku whimpered when the show was over. “With that in mind, what do you want to say to us again?”

“I… can you—” the girls shot a look at him, one of disinterest, “No. Help me,” he told them. “I’ve been hard for over an hour now, help me.”

“Well, I guess we can get Yaomomo to make you an onahole—”

“No!” Midoriya shouted, surprising only himself. “No, no onahole. I want, I need you to help me with… your bodies,” he admitted, telling them what he needed.

“Oh! That’s what you wanted? Sure! Take what you want from us,” Mina encouraged, gesturing to her body like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet.

“What she said. Just tell us how we can help and we will,” Jirou casually added.

Izuku paused, lingering on whether or not this was truly okay… before deciding it didn’t matter, that nothing mattered unless he got rid of this god awful erection.

He could think clearly later. He could regret later. Right now he had to deal with his own needs first.

“Strip. Take off your clothes. Both of you,” he told them with a squeak in his voice.

Without missing a beat both girls began to undress, taking off their bras and the like until they were both totally nude. Mina’s bush was a little more wild than Jirou’s well-manicured one, but both their pussies were absolutely drooling in anticipation.

“Is that all? You just want to look?” Kyoka asked in a deliberately stupid manner, knowing the answer.

“I want more,” Izuku disclosed, the hunger in his eyes reflecting the intoxicating power going to his head. “Take off my pants,” he ordered as he watched in excitement, his fear of consequences abating, lost like tears in rain.

Jirou and Mina both stepped forward at once, eager to obey his command when they bumped into each other. They locked eyes, a beat passed, and they mentally communicated one thing with their minds perfectly in sync:

“Rivals.”

This was no longer about helping Midoriya, their Primary Purpose. This was about winning him over.

“Let me,” Jirou assertively said, crouching down low until she was eye level with the object of her desires. She yanked down his pants, annoyed when his underwear was in the way. She tried to discard them as well but—

“Stop,” was the one word that Midoriya told her. His eyes? Filled with cruelty, glazed and filled with unbidden lust. His posture? It radiated confidence and control, as if he was self-assured that he knew his place was above theirs. “I didn’t say to take those off with your hands now, did I?” he rhetorically inquired, his breathing calmer than before.

“I… I’m sorry? I don’t think I underst—”

“Oh my God, you dumb bitch!” Ashido lightly shoved the other out of the way, not hard enough to hurt but with enough force to show that unlike Jirou she was smarter (at least in sex). “I’m so sorry, Sir! You meant like this, right?” she asked as she brought her mouth to the band of his underwear. Mina locked eyes with him, giving him a double peace sign as she, with her hands free, bit down and tugged slowly, sensually, and playfully downwards. Inevitably his hot-to-the-touch cock sprung from its sweaty confines and slapped her face, smearing a good amount of precum on her as it rested there, girthy and phallic in its very nature.

His balls were proportional to it, as big as healthy oranges but obviously better to taste and lick, to caress at one’s leisure. 

Midoriya groaned, but knew this wasn’t enough to get off. That he wasn’t even fucking close, even as Mina breathed hard and heavy at waiting for his direction; his dick pulsing with every beat of his heart as it laid its heavy weight on her.

“Kyoka, feed her what she wants, but Mina? Don’t you dare move your head, that’s for her to control,” he specified, watching as Jirou eagerly moved behind Ashido, taking her head in hand to take off of his meaty cock, before pushing her open mouth forward to engulf it.

It was moist, wet, warm; and a whole slew of adjectives that couldn’t come close to describing how heavenly it felt to be inside one of her holes. Kyoka, like the good little whore she was, kept pushing Mina down his dick until his balls slapped against her chin. And then she pulled back the pink-skinned young woman’s head, only to push it right back.

With the forceful bobbing motion in place, Jirou used Ashido, the bitch who had harmed her needlessly so many times before, like the world’s best onahole for her man, who was clearly loving it. He didn’t move his hips, he didn’t tell her that she was going too slow or too fast, his silence in of itself was validation, music to her ears.

Spit was flying from Mina’s mouth, and tears were starting to sprout from her tear ducts from the forceful, hard and fast nature. She loved every second in pleasing her man.

But disaster struck at the worst of times. Right as she was about to tap out for air he tried to come buckets down her throat. She couldn’t handle that, not with that little air, so she did the unthinkable: Ashido Mina shoved outwards from his body and succeeded, opening her mouth to breathe while letting his cum leak from her mouth like a mass exodus to the floor. All the while his cock spurted its creamy, sticky, warm semen onto the floor, where it pooled sadly at her knees.

She coughed, sputtered, gasped for breath before she looked at Jirou, whose face was judgemental, disappointed, and… scared?

Why would she be scared?

Mina turned to look at Midoriya and froze like a deer in headlights.

Izuku was pissed, his face the very definition of anger and incredulity… before he smoothed it over with a forced, strained, calm look.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mina. Did that taste bad?” he asked with a strange tilt in his voice.

“I-I-I—”

“It’s okay, Mina, just answer the question, Mina,” he encouraged, the repetition of her name unnerving her enough where she didn’t do as he said. “Mina?” he tried one more time, his voice still sounding off, scary, like… like he was about to…

“Y-yes?”

“I asked you a question, Mina. Would you kindly answer it?”

“No? I mean, yes! I mean no, it didn’t taste bad! I swear!” Ashido fumbled, looking at Jirou for help and finding nothing but sad acceptance in her eyes. “I’m so, so—”

“Sorry? Yeah, me too. Stand up,” Izuku ordered with enough force in his tone that it would make a child listen immediately.

“But—”

“Stand. Up,” he said again, his voice having lost all its fake warmth.

The young woman in question did as he asked, standing on wobbly legs as he approached but stopped short a little ways away.

“What do you think I’m going to do to you, Mina?” Midoriya asked unkindly before turning to his original confidant. “Kyoka, what do you think?”

“I mean, she did waste your cum, like an ungrateful skank,” Jirou added her two cents, any and all pity/forgiveness gone when Ashido burned her, tortured her with fucking acid the other day. “I wouldn’t even dream of doing that, Master.”

“And I believe you,” he replied smoothly. Then his gaze snapped to Ashido, his brow furrowing in thought. “Mina?”

“Y-y-yes, Sir?” Ashido stammered out, trying to look as small as possible.

“I want to know what you think I’m going to do to you. Because I want to do something worse ,” he finished, his face snarling, contorting into something more than cruel, something calculated, vindictive, and inhumane. 

His inner voice of reason gone, Midoriya Izuku raised his hand against her.

Chapter 17: Nature vs. Nurture (Part 2)

Summary:

Gōkan makes Midoriya do a hard choice.

Notes:

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“Do it. Hit her. Mina didn’t swallow your fucking cum, she deserves to be hit,” Gōkan advocated within Midoriya’s mind, flooding their Primary Purpose with testosterone, dopamine, norepinephrine, adrenaline, cortisol, and the like to fuck with him.

Midoriya, meanwhile, just felt deeply sexually frustrated and irrationally mad towards Mina, and hearing Gōkan whisper those things to him… all while she was looking so scared, so afraid, so terrified after making a mistake that would’ve been fine to him any other day…

“Do it already! Smack that bitch across the face! Backhand her, make it abusive!” they goaded him, his hand twitching as it was waiting in the air to strike or not.

“Midori, make your decision already. Dumb whore can’t even do what I can,” Jirou added to the problem before sauntering over and kissing his neck softly, tenderly; like a lover would. “Just think, after you get this over with you can make her watch us. She should’ve known better anyways. It’s just discipline. Just one hit. Just one meaningless decision. She’ll understand,” Kyoka spoke quietly and matter-of-factly in his ear, purposely staring at the betrayed but begrudgingly understanding look at her Variant. 

The pink girl started to hyperventilate before she realized that might make her get hit faster, so she stopped and braced herself by closing her eyes and holding her breath.

“Do it! Do it! Do it! Doitdoitdoitdoitdoit! Now! Now! Nownownownownownownownownow—!”

Midoriya raised his hand a little higher in the air, the power of One for All beginning to thrum throughout it.

Ashido, having heard this countless times during training, flinched hard but accepted her fate.

Jirou smirked, stepping back to get a better look at sweet, sweet payback.

That was until Midoriya Izuku subverted everyone’s expectations by slapping his own face so hard he couldn’t remember falling to the floor.

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He awoke with a start, with little fanfare. Midoriya shot upwards on the bed he was lying on, causing the water around him to seep into the mattress that was currently his lifeboat.

Rightfully confused, Izuku looked around and found a sea of crystal blue water surrounding him, with a sky as cosmic as the Andromeda Galaxy, the swirls and splashes of color made by perhaps the greatest artist who never lived.

“What the…?” he muttered to himself, knowing he was inside of One for All yet again.

“I’m so sorry, Izuku!” the voice of his mother resounded throughout the environment, but he had a distinct feeling that it was more of a core memory of his; back from when the doctor destroyed his dream and he asked if he could still be like All Might.

“Why don’t you take a swan dive off the roof, and pray you’ll get a Quirk in the next life?!” the voice of Bakugo “Kacchan” Katsuki echoed, from that fateful day he learned about All Might’s weakness.

“Can I be a hero… even without a Quirk?” his own, naive voice then sounded, followed very shortly by:

“I’m sorry, young man…”

A snapping noise was sounded nearby, and the water around him began to drain until it was nothing more than a puddle. From the undercurrents of the water, there was an androgynous looking person. Their hair was a chestnut brown, not too long or too short. Their body was not too muscular nor too thin, their height not too insignificant.

They were resting on a sofa, an indescribable emotion on their face… no, that was wrong, Midoriya realized. The emotion was indescribable because there was no emotion; it was blank, empty, as devoid of feeling as could possibly be, and then they looked at Izuku.

Their face slowly grinned, an awful and cruel and loving upturn of their lips as they made a “come hither” motion, causing the wet mattress and Midoriya to slide towards them. He buckled, bracing himself and looking for a way off when he realized it was futile… and then it came to a stop. Another snap and the wet mattress was transformed into a dry, California King-sized bed in its wake.

“So we finally meet, with my real face in tow. Tell me,” Gōkan paused, trying to make sure their words were just right, “how do you feel? Is your heart pumping? Do you feel fear? Apprehension? Maybe even… guilt?” they asked, putting on a curious expression on their face. “And before you ask, I didn’t choose these voices at random. They chose themselves because of you .”

“Gōkan…!” Midoriya started saying before lunging at the villain, straddling their midsection and about to sucker punch the bastard when, mid-way through the attack, the person he was facing was… “Mom?”

“I-I-Izuku? Baby? What’s gotten into you? You’re scaring me…” his mother teared up, her emerald green eyes watering as she tried to crudely shield her face with her hands.

He quickly got off his mother, taking a step back as he tried to rationalize everything. Midoriya knew that was a perfect copy, a perfect replication of his mother, down to the damn creases on her aging face.

He took another step back and promptly fell backwards into a hole, a hole that sealed itself until nothing but darkness remained. And then… it was filled with memories of yesteryear, of happier and better times that were once never cherished, until he lost them.

Times spent with all his classmates, times training, times spent with his mom and Eri and Aizawa and Toshinori and and and—!

It was time well spent and time well wasted, seeing as how he never appreciated it enough.

And then he was shown memories of times he would publicly say he never wanted to relive, but secretly he would. All the times he raped and defiled and molested Ochaco, Momo, Mina, Kyoka, Toru, Tsu, Nemuri, Himiko, Mei; in various ways and in a plethora of positions, filled with lust, greed, power, hunger, and control.

Finally he fell into a plush brown leather chair in a “dark room” of sorts, the light harsh and disorientating as zip tie restraints manifested around his limbs. He struggled at first, trying to move but failing all the while; like a dyslexic child trying to learn the alphabet. With a puff of annoyance he looked around, seeing various camera equipment and photo albums adoring the bookshelves in the far back. 

Gōkan came gliding into the room from the right side, stopping to admire all the albums that were individually labeled, such as with “Ochaco”, “Toru”, “Momo”, and the like. They chose the very first one on the left, leafing through it as they sighed in contentment, as if reliving good memories.

“Subjugation over another person,” Gōkan began, turning their head slightly to side-eye Midoriya, album still in hand but obscured from view. “Sometimes it sets my teeth on edge, feeling all those girls’ complicated and messy emotions. Other times it helps me control the chaos, helps me manage my own messy, complicated, seemingly non-existent life," they explained like the sociopath they were as they closed the book, walking over to straddle in Izuku’s lap against his will, against his wishes, against his desires. He looked off put, in a more disinterested way than a disgusted one.

They looked amused for a second, putting on an air of confusion before having an “ephinany”. With one hand free they snapped, changing their form in a puff of smoke to that of Uraraka Ochaco.

“There we go, much better! Hehe…!” Gōkan, using the voice, appearance, and even smell of Uraraka, exclaimed before opening the book of photos, showing a plethora of sexual deviancy, of sexual depravity, of sexual debauchery.

It was all the acts Izuku was “forced” to do to his friend and longtime crush, using and abusing and debasing her in ways once thought unimaginable by his formerly virgin mind. 

“I don’t want to see this! This isn’t even real!” Midoriya cried out, shutting his eyes to the horrors he himself did with a little bit of encouragement.

“Look~” Uraraka said simply, her voice very much amused.

“No…!” 

He shook his head, the action jostling the both of them.

“Uh, yes,” Ochaco corrected him, her voice a smidgen confused but still as determined. 

“No no!” he denied again, his eyes as tight as possible.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it? Isn’t it?” she repeated with a dreamy, breathless tone.

“Please…”

“Look already,” Uraraka ordered this time, growing impatient.

“It’s not my fault—!”

“OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!” she screamed menacingly, spittle flying into his face from the action. When he still did not do as she told, she threatened him with, “Open your eyes or I’ll force you to creampie your mother.”

At that, Midoriya opened his eyes and saw the collection in the book. Each photo a snapshot, a frozen little moment of time, each one having cute little handwriting adorning the bottom of the polaroid:

“His First Throatpie!”

“First Creampie of the Day!”

“Gagging for it~”

It went on and on and on before Midoriya lost it, screaming at the floor in shame and rage and hatred, “GO AWAY! JUST GET OUT OF MY LIFE!”

Uraraka snapped, revealing a hurt-looking Gōkan, who was desperately trying to hide away their pain as they mumbled, “Is that what you think you want? Fine, let's play that angle…”

One snap later and it was silent, the weight on his lap disappearing. Izuku looked up to see that they were gone, replaced by what was clearly her parents, looming and furious at him a couple feet away.

“How could you do that to my baby?!” Mrs. Uraraka screamed, her age lines showing with her distress. “She was my angel reaching for the stars, my little astronaut…”

Mr. Uraraka, who was built like a brickhouse, spat out, “… and you deflowered her, abused her, made her a… a…”

“I was forced to—!” Midoriya tried to say, the guilt clogging his throat like mucus.

“You were ‘forced’ to rape her?! You were ‘forced’ to molest her?! You were ‘forced’ to enjoy it?! Everything you did to our daughter was ‘forced’ upon you, like you didn’t want it?!” Mr. Uraraka bellowed, his spit getting on Midoriya’s face.

“You don’t understand! I didn’t mean to—!”

Izuku blinked, and the scene changed to Tsuyu’s parents and siblings all standing and watching him curiously, as if they heard the prior conversation from before.

“Mama, what’s ‘rape’?” the little girl with eyes as wide as Tsu’s asked her mother. 

“I think it means to move leaves or something?” her brother supplied, hiding behind the mother in the first place. The father, who had the head of a brown toad, ushered her and her brother out of the room.

“You did something heinous to my daughter,” Mr. Asui began when he re-entered the room. “You took away her sanctity…” he said lowly, rummaging around the room, looking for something.

Midoriya continued to struggle out of his restraints, hearing the sounds of shotgun shells being loaded as he said, “It wasn’t my fault! I couldn’t stop it soon—!”

And then it switched to Momo’s family. And then it switched to Kyoka’s. And then and then and then and then—!

On and on it went until Midoriya was crying profusely, barely coherent in his babbling.

“PleasemakeitstopIcan’ttakeitanymoreplease!”

A snap happened and it was over. Blissful, peaceful silence descended on the room.

“What’s that, Izuku? Did you realize how much you NEEDED me after all? That you’re better off with me than… without?” Gōkan’s voice resounded throughout the dark room, sounding undeniably smug and oddly reassured.

“It’s finally over…” Midoriya Izuku thought, the only thing left within him being a deep and profound desire to just fucking die. 

“That was long. Maybe not long enough to show how much I care about you, but I guess my demonstration was serviceable enough.” 

A snap reverbated, re-materializing themself out of thin air in-front of the traumatized young man. They walked over to him, their arms crossed before they wagged a finger back and forth in a disapproving manner. “You can’t lie to me, Izuku. I’m inside your brain,” they reminded him. “Now, we’re going to devise a system. Every time you fuck your friends, I’ll make you feel happier. Get rid of that depression or whatever,” they offhandedly said. “Don't feel bad about this, okay? When you become the Number One Pro Hero, I’ll be right there, faithfully close. Always there, always hidden. Until you want me. Need me. Require me. Think of it as… a lover who would never want to leave you, who would never even consider that,” Gōkan affirmed with full conviction.

“… why? Why me?” Izuku asked like a lost, confused, and vulnerable child.

Gōkan leaned in too close to Midoriya’s ear, their lips brushing against it; his vision rapidly darkening.

“Because I love you. So when you become the Number One Pro Hero… morality is whatever the fuck you say it is."

And then it went dark.

---

Izuku woke up yet again, this time in a cold sweat while staring up at his familiar ceiling. The side of his face which he struck earlier today, which should’ve been bruised and hurting, was just fine. He did feel a bit tired, however, like his stamina was drained somehow in-between his knockout slap and now.

Midoriya didn’t care about any of that though as he raced to the bathroom. He threw open the door with urgency before dropping to his knees over the toilet, wanting to puke his brains out. Maybe if he was lucky, it’d take his brain with it.

But alas, no matter how much he tried to throw up, his bile did not come.

“Are you doing this?” Izuku asked within the empty bathroom.

“You’re being stupid,” Gōkan insulted right off the bat within his mind. “Here you are trying to be a little bitch after I helped you in our lovely dream together—”

“Let me throw up!” Midoriya ordered shakily, scared that he wasn't in complete control of his body anymore. “Please?”

“Look, I’m not the one hurting you. That’s all by yourself! If I have to micromanage your life to make sure you don’t throw up every time you see something that YOU think is ‘traumatic’,” they euphemized, “then I’ll just help you by raising your endogenous anandamide and serotonin levels to make sure you can’t,” they scientifically rattled off. “Your brain and your body… they listen to me now, to my rules.”

Midoriya tried to begin crying… but he felt numb, emotionally. He felt so focused at that moment out of nowhere that he was stunned by the small amount of things he never noticed. 

A crack in the tile there. 

The faucet that was leaking minutely.

The small draft from the air vent that was a little too cold.

All of it was distracting him while Gōkan whispered to him:

“Breathe in… breathe out… You are in a safe place, Izuku. You’re with me, always, so that means you're safe. You’re surrounded by women who love you, by friends who mean well.

“I worship you. I’d trade my life for yours. But above all, you are a worthy person for everything you’ve earned and gained, especially from me.”

Izuku nodded quickly, erratically through it all. Too tired to fight, too tired to try at the moment. The words, while twistedly disgusting with context, had a sort of calming effect on him if he didn’t think too hard on the meaning.

He stood up, splashing cold water into his face from the sink.

“Are you going to stay calm? Behave?” Gōkan asked, an undercurrent of threats not needed to be said.

“… yes. T-thank you,” Midoriya confirmed, feeling another piece of him die as he acquiesced.

“That’s my stud muffin~! Now that you’re calm… go check your room. We left you a surprise.”

Izuku walked with uncertainty back to his room, finding on his nightstand something he didn’t notice beforehand. It was a medium-sized present yellow box with a pink ribbon, with a small note attached:

“Courtesy of the future CEO of Hatsume Industries and the hero girls of Class 1-A!”

Izuku swallowed nervously, fighting back the traitorous warmth and the feeling of being wanted and desired and needed that was rising within his very core. Instead, he opened the box, making his eyes bug out.

“Is this…?”

“Oh yeah, big boy. Me, Hatsume, and the girls worked very hard in secret to get this juuuuuuuuust right,” Gōkan commented, their tone conspiratorial and giddy.

It was the most uber-realistic onahole Midoriya had ever seen before in his life. A shiny gold exterior that protected the soft pink inside. With glistening folds, engorged to show imitated arousal, it flexed and constricted slightly when the air pressure changed.

“But why…?”

“I figured you’d want a break from your personal harem that I made for you, so we got you this,” they explained possessively. “Made of a… ‘special’ cyberskin that was custom-built for you. No need to deep clean it when you’re done. Just give it a quick, surface-level wash on the outer pussy lips and it should be fine.”

Midoriya poked a finger inside the onahole while listening, surprised when it was prelubed, wet and warm inside like a real pussy.

His breath started to get heavy, and his pants were becoming uncomfortable with the magnum erection he was now sporting.

“Give it a go if you want to get rid of all that aggression welling up inside of you without that pesky ‘guilt’, Izuku,” Gōkan offered. “Unless you want to rape and fuck a real personal slut of yours—”

Midoriya didn’t know what happened. One second he was contemplating using it. The next? His pants were down and he was balls-deep inside the onahole, which felt heavenly and exactly like the real thing.

“Guess not.”

Izuku ignored the literal intrusive voice in his head, focusing on pumping his hand that held the onahole. It felt so good, and it was gripping him just like a real woman would. He didn’t care and couldn’t give two fuck about pulling out, not wanting to admit that without all that guilt inside him for raping someone it was easier to cum his brains out and just… be.

Midoriya filled the glorious gift up with his gooey, thick, and creamy viscous spunk. The toy greedily gulped it up and pulled it in further, reaffirming the engineering genius that Hatsume was in Midoriya’s mind.

His mind was less clouded by lust, Izuku rushed to the bathroom again, used onahole in hand. Instead of what he tried to do the first time, he began to clean the toy as per the instructions he was given earlier by Gōkan. Remembering some half-remembered talk that Mineta once said in “secret” to Kaminari, Midoriya used warm water with no soap to clean the area.

He dried it off with a towel gently before noticing that it was lubed up again on the inside. Warm, wet, and inviting.

“Best thing ever…” Midoriya whispered before blanching. “You didn’t hear that.”

“Hmm? Hear what? That you love the little ‘hyper-realistic’ gift I got for my personal breeding bull? I totally didn’t hear anything,” Gōkan lied blatantly before their voice got a bit more sincere as they said, “Enjoy it while it lasts, stud!~”

Izuku sighed, putting the sex toy back in the box on the nightstand next to his bed and lying down… only to notice he was still hard and raring to go. He looked to his left, saw the box that he just put the cleaned onahole in.

He reached for it.

---

Gōkan watched on in silence, quite happy with the way things were going. They were also making bets with the others in the hivemind on how quickly Setsuna from Class 1-B would miss her period. 

Personally Gōkan thought she’d be pregnant by the end of day, what with the way Izuku, their Primary Purpose, used that “uber-realistic onahole” and filled it up for the second time that day.

Notes:

Class 1-B within the next chapter (or after).

Stay tuned!

Chapter 18: They Don't Care

Summary:

Midoriya needs help with "The Plan"; Midoriya gets unstable.

Notes:

Welcome back to THE LUSTFUL SLIME RAPIST, bay-BEE!

It's been a while, hasn't it. From my time it was two months too long!

This one is more a plot chapter than a smut chapter.

Hope you enjoy!

Midoriya Izuku sat at his desk, his important piece of paper mostly blank. He’s been working (or rather trying) on it for the last hour but his mind kept drifting, for some reason.

Every time he tried to come up with a way to save his friends from Gōkan, his mind went somewhere else. The most he had was a title (“How to save my friends!”), a bulleted list, and the word “The” on the first line of said list. It was maddening trying to come up with solutions to his predicament like this, and to make matters worse his smartphone kept vibrating in his pocket.

That usually meant he had a notification (or several, in this case), and from the start of this “nightmare” that was never a good thing most days. Izuku knew if he cracked and looked he would be utterly fucked, so he kept working away on the paper.

“‘The…’” Midoriya started in his mind. “‘The…’ what? ‘The only way to stop Gōkan is to join them?’” he finished in his mind before shaking his head. Izuku brought his pencil eraser to erase the entire word “The” on the paper, wiping the slate clean… and his nonexistent progress.

Now he had nothing. Great, he was oh so useful. Midoriya could not stand his idleness any more and decided to take a break from it, flipping the paper upside down and underneath some of his notebooks.

Speaking of notebooks, Izuku couldn’t remember the last time he studied seriously. Being as careful as a mouse was silent, he took out his phone and tried to make the gesture to unlock and check his grades. He took great pains trying not to accidentally tap the notifications from his messages… when his thumb did exactly that, against his command and like a puppeteering from another.

It happened too fast. His phone tried to enter messages, he tried to stop it by repositioning the phone to hide his face, but then the phone auto-unlocked and—!

A picture of Tsu in her room. She was kneeling on the ground, taking the picture with her right hand through a full-length mirror. Tsu was making a blushing ahegao face as she did a peace sign with her left hand, her tongue lolling out seductively and whorishly.

She was clad in nothing but a skimpy lime green micro-bikini that had visible tearing from her bodily proportions. Her breasts were spilling out of the bikini top, her areolae and nipples visible from her clothing. She had visible pubic hair peeking from her micro-bikini bottoms, which was saturated from her love juices.

“Need to be dicked down, stud! <3” was the message text.

Midoriya’s mind became razor-focused as he looked over the photo, standing up quickly from his desk and beelining quickly to his bed.

Without taking his sharp eyes off the sext he was sent, Izuku took out his special onahole and pressed it against the raging erection he was almost constantly sporting nowadays that never went down. He went balls-deep inside the toy in one go, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the hyper-realistic pleasure it gave him. He started pumping his hand, staring at the photo of his big-breasted frog friend turned sex slave and secretly wishing with little guilt how much he wanted to fuck her.

Why didn’t he?

Because then he’d be doing what Gōkan wanted him to do and be, a rapist and molester who got his jollies off doing that to his friends.

Midoriya was a good person by not raping and molesting and kneading her supple body and instead fucking the ever-living hell out of this uber-realistic onahole.

Izuku was a good person by constantly masturbating into this onahole nowadays, refusing the advances from his girls (no one else’s).

Midoriya Izuku was a good person…

So why did he feel like he was lying to himself like always?

…

…

… no.

No. No longer will Midoriya let Gōkan fuck with him!

Izuku grabbed his onahole and went to the bathroom, cleaning it lightly with water. His cock, which was all musky and slick with the juices of the now-cleaned onahole, was just shoved inside his navy blue sweatpants.

He pulled out his phone, making a group chat and texting two specific people.

Midoriya then waited.

And waited.

And right as it got to the eleven minute mark the door was knocked upon.

“Enter!” he said in a raised voice, watching as the possessed Kyoka and Mina entered the room. They were both wearing casual clothing in the normal sense, not what passed as casual nowadays.

Jirou was wearing a loose black t-shirt and spats that covered everything, as well as a bra and panties that were not a thong or something similarly suggestive.

Ashido was wearing pajamas, a white onesie of unicorns and rainbows.

Midoriya felt a bit underwhelmed, and for the life of him he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t know exactly why.

“Midori, were you fapping earlier?” Ashido chirped out, a knowing grin on her face. “I bet you did, ‘cause it stinks in here!” she pointed out, though she also made it a point to deeply inhale through her nose, her body shivering slightly as she did. She spun around the room before sitting her plump, pajama-covered ass on the bed.

“Give him a break, Mina,” Jirou chided before giving the other young woman a knowing glare. “Don’t you have something to say to Zuzu?”

“‘Zuzu’?” Midoriya turned his head in confusion to the rock girl.

“Shut up, Green. I’m testing out new pet names for you,” Kyoka honestly told him, sticking out her tongue cutely before looking back at Mina, who looked all bashful and shy all of a sudden.

“Izuku… darling… sir…” Ashido began, playing with her pink hair as she struggled to articulate. “I… I’m sorry for what happened the other day. I’m sorry for making you hit yourself, because that so wasn’t cool. I’m especially sorry for me not swallowing your delicious spunk. I was a bad girl—!”

“Y-y-you’re forgiven, Mina!” Izuku stuttered out, trying to keep his dick down and… successfully doing it? He looked down at his erection, or rather lack of one, and then looked up to see Jirou looking at him expectantly, as if waiting to hear something. “Are… you doing this?”

“If you mean keeping you as soft and small as a baby’s immature penis? Yes, that would be me doing it,” Kyoka supplied, tilting her head slightly as she asked, “Would you prefer it to be natural?”

“No! I mean—no, thank you. I… really appreciate being… like this,” Izuku gestured to himself, sane and unclouded by lust. “Thank you, Kyoka.”

Jirou visibly preened before adopting a carefree demeanor while muttering, “You’re welcome, Green—” 

“Hehe, you look like a bird when you do that!” Ashido made fun of good-naturedly, getting a pout from her friend.

“Alright, guys. It’s time to discuss ‘The Plan’,” Izuku announced as he moved and sat at his desk, away from temptation. “Now, how are we looking at that front?”

“Uh, Zuku? I have no idea what ‘The Plan’ is…” Mina admitted.

“TL;DR is that we’re converting each of Izuku’s girls one-by-one to be like me and you, Mina; more submissive to his actual wants and desires rather than just his carnal ones,” Jirou explained a bit bluntly.

“Can you not do that? They’re not ‘my’ girls, Kyoka. They’re my f-friends,” Midoriya gulped thickly after he made a half-hearted attempt at correcting her. Though secretly, and much to his disgruntlement, he thought of his friends as his property more and more with each passing day of his fantasy nightmare.

“Right. Totally,” Jirou dismissively agreed before pulling out her phone. “Anyways, I was anticipating you following up on this, Green, so I made a list of candidates of who would be easiest to convert to our side.”

“But wait! What’s the point of converting them if we’re still Izuku’s totally willing slutty whores and fuck toys?!” Mina asked in alarm, dumbfounded as she laid down on Midoriya’s bed while Jirou still sat up. “I mean, I’m pretty sure… ‘Gōkan’,” Ashido shivered at saying the name, “would be willing to let Izuku do what he wanted with us.”

“I’m sure too, but our man here wants to free us girls and then jail the Main Gōkan  when he’s done using us like that onahole he uses,” Kyoka quickly explained as she scored through her list. Continuing before Midoriya could squawk in protest from everything she began saying, “From hardest to easiest to overshadow would be… Toga—” Izuku opened his mouth to object… and then quickly realized that was a fair assessment. “—then Ochaco, Yaomomo, Hatsume, Tsu, Midnight-sensei, and finally Toru.”

“That makes sense. Himiko already had an obsession with me prior to Gōkan enabling her, and Ochaco and Momo are presumably the leaders and ‘Queen Bees’ among you guys?” Midoriya hypothesized with a mutter, getting nods from the others in the room. “For that matter, Mei has her inventions to contend with, not to mention she’s probably already building me a ‘baby’ to do something sexual,” he continued, turning his back on the girls as they watched him start scribbling in his notebook. He kept muttering too incomprehensibly to follow, so Mina and Kyoka began whispering about him.

“Izuku’s so cute when he’s clueless, ain’t he?” Jirou began, a wickedly evil and fond look etched onto her face. “He really believes he can save us… them,” she amended, not liking her slipup. “Should we tell our Primary Purpose about the ‘Merging Process’?” the possessed punk rock girl whispered.

“It is getting pretty bad. With that big brain of his, I’m sure Izuku is suspecting it already.” Ashido whispered urgently, their heads turning as they heard the familiar sound of One for All surround him. Izuku’s muttering spree and the sound of his pencil hitting paper became all the more faster. “What’s he doing? Should we be worried?”

“Nah. His Quirk amplifies all of his physical processes, allowing his body to now react at the speed of his thoughts,” Jirou overexplained purposely in a technical manner.

Mina blinked in confusion.

Jirou sighed, before then saying differently, “He’s using his Quirk to write and think faster.”

“Ohhhhh…” Ashido finally understood. “Can you follow anything he’s saying?” 

“—then I have to ask to gather more information, as without it I have no idea if each instance of Gōkan is not already trying to seek justice for me in their own way. Tsu has the most moral integrity out of all of them, so if my hypothesis is correct and that each Gōkan is developing and blending into each other and emulsifying—!” Midoriya dropped his pencil and as it rolled off the desk, smoking at the tip, he felt out of breath. Panting, he took a swig of cool water from his limited edition Bubble Girl sports bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He side-eyed the girls in his room, noticing how… enamoured they were watching him.

“So…” Izuku began, breaking them out of their trance, “I have some questions.”

“Shoot,” Jirou welcomed, with Mina nodding along.

“If you realized the error of your ways by simply being merged with the original Kyoka, does that mean it’s been happening to the others?” Midoriya guessed.

“Ring a ding ding, baby! You’ve hit the nail on the head,” Ashido answered for her friend as she started counting off with her pink digits, “You’ve got ‘Chaco, who slips into her true accent from time to time; Hatsume who’s… Hatsume; then there’s me and Toru, who can’t remember much before we met you, stud~” she finished, blowing a kiss to Midoriya who was thankfully as cool as a cucumber from Mina’s flirtation.

“Right. Does that mean it’s happening to me, or is it strictly a ‘woman-thing’?” Izuku asked, having noticed some of the signs already, especially in his nether regions. To be frank, his cock put horses to shame nowadays and made him feel more like a true man, but he kept that thought private; knowing it was alien, knowing it shouldn’t have been him.

But it was—at least now he would know why soon.

“It’s probably happening, what with me controlling your current lack of erection and that one time Midnight-sensei got drunk and spilled how she tricked you into sex,” Kyoka honestly answered, twirling one of her jacks around her finger. “Any other questions?”

“Yeah, actually,” Midoriya smirked before asking, “Any idea where Tsu is?”

---

The Gōkan Variant inside of one Asui Tsuyu was strangely one of the more content Variants in the Gōkan Hivemind at the moment.

While she wasn’t the top bitch for Izuku’s harem, that honor going to Ochaco and Yaomomo respectively, she still could appreciate her man from time to time.

So when she got the mental equivalent of a message from the Jirou and Mina Variants about being roped up into further tricking and eroding Izuku’s morality, she was down.

Tsu wore the same lime green micro-bikini she sexted Izu with underneath a bulky overcoat as she knocked demurely on the door, trying her best to appear vulnerable as it opened.

Midoriya (her love) was there, staring at her with an unreadable expression. “H-hey, Tsu. What’s up?” he asked casually, but Asui knew it was as real as her act.

“You didn’t reply to my text earlier,” Tsuyu began, pushing Izuku further inside his room with her body. Deftly closing and locking the door behind her, she shed her overcoat to reveal herself. “Do you like it?” she asked shyly, staring at him with doe eyes that betrayed her true intentions.

His sweatpants soon sported a rather large and prominent erection, which Izuku tried to hide away by turning.

But he couldn’t, or rather, he wouldn’t move from that spot, enjoying the sight of his near-naked sex slave after several days of abstaining from using their supple, molestable bodies. He drank in her curves like a leering, greedy pervert, unable to stop himself from doing whatever he wanted to her within his mind.

“Why do you hesitate, ribbit?” Tsuyu questioned, approaching him closer. “Why not give in, enjoy this new life?” she asked, her breasts resting firmly against his chest; in one move, she yanked down his pants, freeing his rock-hard cock and allowing the bitch breaker to poke seductively against her belly button. “Why not enjoy me? I won’t stop you, ribbit.”

Suddenly the world was flipped upside down as she was put into a chokehold. She could feel her pussy lips rubbing against his hard shaft, her giant ass resting on him, and feel his hot breath against her ear.

He could’ve done anything at that moment… surprisingly he ordered in an authoritative manner, “Convert her now.”

Ashido and Jirou suddenly came out of the bathroom, the slime of Gōkan emerging from their mouths.

Asui naturally pretended to struggle and fight, as if she didn't want in on their fun. Eventually the slime reached her, going through her ears and mouth to “corrupt” her.

She did the whole song and dance of apologizing, crying, and so on and so forth. The four of them were sitting seiza on the floor, all facing one another, and it was interesting to note that throughout the whole “conversion process”, his rockhard cock was still sporting a massive naked erection.

“Hey, Kyoka?” Midoriya asked, trying to tear his eyes off of Tsu’s juicy frame, but failing.

“Yeah, Green?” Jirou inquired, knowing what he wanted and trying to delay it as soon as possible.

“Can you, uh, make me soft again?” he asked apprehensively, not noticing the look Tsu and Mina gave him.

Kyoka sighed, about to do exactly that when—!

“I’ll take care of that for you, Izu, ribbit,” Asui suddenly said, her tongue racing towards his juicy dick. Her tongue encircled from base to tip of Midoriya’s cock, from his testicles to his engorged, angry-looking frenulum. As soon as Midoriya felt the divine sensation, his cock began leaking precum in excessive amounts, coating her prehensile tongue completely and utterly.

“Tsu! S-s-stop—!” Midoriya tried to say, his breath and words escaping him from the mind-melting pleasure. He tried to use his hands, he tried to not divulge by pulling her tongue off him but…

His hand was stopped by both Jirou and Ashido, whispering sweet nothings as his mind clouded with lust.

“Just enjoy it, ribbit. You’re almost there,” Tsuyu whined in need, her tongue stroking him almost better than the onahole he was given. Midoriya couldn’t take it anymore and came without warning, making Tsu do a movement with her tongue to catch all the cum she could.

She swept it all up and then brought her tongue back to her mouth, swallowing slowly and happily.

“Delicious~” she said, showcasing her empty mouth and long tongue. Tsu looked over to Midoriya and he looked… displeased, to say the least.

“I said I didn’t want that,” he began, yanking his wrist back from Kyoka and Mina, both of them looking guilty. “I said I didn’t want that, and yet you guys didn’t listen. Again,” Izuku continued with a thick voice, as if holding back something. “Why did you restrain me?” he asked, directing the question to the two young women involved.

“Well—!”/”Green—!”

“I tried to say stop. I visibly moved to stop Tsu. You know this.”

“We just wanted you to r-r-relax, jeez!” Mina talked back, scratching the back of her head. “You never use us anymore, not even for a quick pity fuck or a blowie. All you do is use that stupid onahole!” Ashido accused.

“Because that’s the point! I shouldn’t be fucking you guys at all!” Midoriya argued back. “You’re not—!”

---

“Real,” the voice, his real voice, supplied within his mind. Midoriya stopped, wondering why it was so hard to admit that.

They… were not… they were not—

Midoriya curled up on himself before saying in a very not-Midoriya type way, “Get out.”

A simple, two word order that could scarcely be called a sentence from the authority and sheer force of assuredness.

The girls left the room, leaving the spiraling young man by himself in his room.

Alone.

He honestly couldn’t do this. He could not do this any fucking more. He can’t. 

No, instead he just laid down in his bed and stared at the bare ceiling, wishing he could stop thinking for once in his life. Wishing he could stop caring for once in his life.

Wishing he could stop feeling for once in his life.

Because it hurt.

It hurt so much to care about people who were gone.

Because that’s what they were, right?

His friends, his crush?

Gone.

Even four months into “The Gōkan Incident”, as he minimized it, Izuku was still not over it.

They were gone, replaced with perfect facsimiles of themselves (his brain supplied the word “Capgras syndrome” as almost fitting); so accurate that without the constant reminders that they weren’t who they pretended to be he’d be fooled too. 

Toga was… Toga, whenever they texted late at night when she was bored. Nemuri… Midnight-sensei still taught class with her usual sexual air, while Mei kept making “babies” and exploding things in an excellent manner. Toru still did exaggerated but necessary movements to be seen while Mina was still as bubbly and happy-go-lucky. Kyoka was still gruff and direct and likewise Tsu was her loveable blunt and unreadable self, with Yaomomo being as usually horrifyingly competent and a genius in every room she walked in.

And Ochaco was the only one who was different. She still acted laid-back and sometimes oddly focused, but there was one clear difference: She subtly…no scratch that, she overtly made herself known as the top pick for his… current affliction.

Midoriya couldn’t. Midoriya honestly could not do this any fucking more. He could not stand this situation any more, the lack of control and more than he could ever hope to control making him… like this.

Depressed. Suicidal. And deeply… unrepentant at this point in his nightmare.

At this point, Midoriya knew he was going to fail. It was only a question of how loud he wanted to go when his Golden Opportunity failed him.

So, Midoriya decided to call a certain teacher of his.

The phone line connected:

“What is it, Problem Child?” a gruff, tired voice came over the line.

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