Hey. guys! BD and GOTA, here, with another installment of "I Am My Izuku's Keeper." In this chapter, Izuku is now caught under Weiss' web. What tricks does she have up her sleeve? Meanwhile, Ruby elaborates on her plan to seize Izuku to herself. What are her plans? Read and see! Enjoy!

The subway station was a seething mass of humanity. Everyone from every walk of life was shoulder to shoulder, in each other's faces, no personal space, no exceptions. When it's crowded no information could be taken about anyone, they are just things in the way. Moving, smelling, awkward, rude things. Izuku loved how he was no different than the crowd. Like a pack of sardines, he would watch them make their way into the tightly packed commuter train. He would see the train attendants with their whistles and white gloves displaying which line commuters need to go.

"Where are you, baka? We have not finished our conversation yet! This queen needs her servant-king!"

If this was the rush hour, then the emerald-haired teen would be like hay in a needlestack. However, it was after the midnight hour. The subway station was hollow and desolate. Quiet as it can be as Izuku's shoes created squeaking echoes as he rushed down the terminal stairs.

"Izuku?! Where do you think you are going, you cute and stupid idiot?! Do you think you can run away from me? Your honorable mistress?!"

The sound of Weiss rang through the terminal. It was followed by the obnoxious cackle she makes whenever she wants to show her prowess of being a spoiled, prissy and pampered heiress. Upon their greeting following the morning assembly, Weiss didn't hesitate to showcase her strong disdain for the emerald-haired teen.

"You are making this much harder on yourself. When I catch you, sweetness, you're going to regret running away from your wife. Now, slow down, idiot and I promise I won't be too harsh on you!"

Distance was all that mattered. The emerald teen wasn't stopping for anything and he sure as hell wasn't going to stop for the Snow Princess. Remnants of his reddened arms and legs from the rope was proof enough that Weiss was more intensively dedicated and willing than his previous admirers. Sporting his sweat jacket, t-shirt, and in a panic, accidentally sporting Momo's spats, the teen needed a place of refuge as he barely escaped from Weiss' clutches.

"Don't think you can hide from me, sweetness," said Weiss as she called aloud to the empty terminal. "Like my servants at the manor, I can smell fear." She made an insincere groan. "Don't you worry, Izuku! I promise to treat you gently, kindly, and nice...after bounding you and make you my slave." Weiss felt that Izuku should be very fortunate that her semblance wasn't with her, or else they wouldn't be having this discussion. Weiss couldn't really help how she felt for the idiotic cinnamon roll. He was defenseless, weak, an easy prey. At the same time, an adorable mutt that needed tender, love, and care from his mistress. "And being a slave for me is a privilege and not an insult."

Weiss Schnee felt that she was the mistress for the job.

She clicked her tongue. "Dekkun?! Where is my precious Dekkun?!" In her hand, she was holding a green diamond-encrusted collar. Dangling from it was a heart-shaped badge with the name, "Dekkun." "Oh, where! Oh, where, did my little Dekkun go?" She whistled melodically, followed by a clicking noise with her tongue. "Here, boy! Oh, where! Oh, where could he be?"

Hearing Weiss's voice provoked fear in him. He questioned any previous suitors that wanted that succubus. He grew weary about the severity of each woman that actively pursued Izuku. Blake was more subtle on her impulsiveness with him. Yang was crafty and tactful with her pursuit with him. As he hid behind the closed newspaper stand, he grew concerned about what would be with redhead-brunette?

He would have to put Ruby and the other girls on pause. He looked at the platform as he saw the emerging shadow of the long-haired Snow Princess. He covered his mouth as the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company was in the area.

She whistled into the echoes. "I wonder, Izuku, what should we name our children? Of course, Daddy may question it because of my seeing a commoner." She made a tapping noise. "Yet again, Daddy wouldn't question my marrying a slave." She whistled again. "Don't worry, Izuku! You will be treated with love and care. If you're lucky, you may be lucky to invite one guest to our wedding." She spat. "So, you better pray your Mother Dearest/future Mother-in-law doesn't have any ill feelings for me. For that is the only woman in your life outside of me that you're ever going to see."

Izuku gripped the corner as he tried finding ways of escaping. Running into the subway station was the last resort. If he remembered correctly, he was currently at the Akamatsu line. He was a station away from Kayama-sensei's residence. Although cautious on whatever tricks or trade the Pro Hero 18+ kept in her goodie bag or her whip, he needed assistance and guidance.

Many things were flooding his mind - Blake, Yang, the "yan-tsun-dere" Snow Princess, and overall, Ochako. He asked God for forgiveness knowing that his first time was robbed by the blonde jokester of Team RWBY. It felt strange and violating to know that Ochako would make love to used goods. He wasn't sure why he was thinking that way. Maybe it was from Blake's strong grips of her hand, Yang's aggressiveness with her body, or Weiss' delusions of grandeur with love and slavery?

Seeing the Snow Princess walking away from his direction, he took the opportunity to head toward the train tracks. However, his jacket snagged on the handle of the nearby phone booth. As he struggled to manage to get his jacket from the handle, he became exposed, leaving Weiss to see him from a distance.

"Wow! There you are, my precious pet!" She clicked her tongue. "Dekkun has been a bad, bad doggie!" She clicked her tongue again, patting her hand on her thigh. "Come to your master. Take your honor while there are any remnants."

Izuku nervously remained silent. Weiss was wearing the evening gown that she was sporting earlier in the dorm. Her blue eyes were heart-shaped, faded and dazed. Her expression was a combination of adoration and force. She gripped the collar tightly as she slowly made her way to the stunned Izuku. It was met with a smirk. "Oh, Dekkun!"

Izuku backed away. "Weiss-"

She wagged her finger. "No, you dog! You had your chance of saying my name in the dorm. Now, it's Mistress to you." She winked. "Or your onee-sama!" She bit her lip. "Now! As I adorn you with such lowly grace, you should be grateful for such an honor, my pet Dekkun."

"Weiss, think of what you're saying! What are you thinking?"

The Snow Princess scoffed lightly before clicking her tone. "My lovely idiot! Still doesn't understand when I say to call me Mistress." She placed her hands on her hips. "Do I really need to re-educate on being my subservient slave, you dog?!" Oh, Izuku! Oum, I am terribly sorry, but I can't help how adorably dorky and stupid you are! That is how I show my love! The scared white in you, the tear-stained flushed cheeks! I am severely turned on right now! "Submit to me, Izuku," she said in a low tone. "You are mine and I won't let anyone take you. I didn't want to do this. You have brought this on yourself! Now take the collar of your queen, your girlfriend, your mistress." She widened her eyes. "Your wife to be! Forever!" She stomped her feet. "And I won't say it again!"

"Weiss, no!"

Her eyes gave him an icy glare. "You're my pet! I am your queen!" She snapped her finger. "Therefore, you must and you will bow...down...to...me!"

Izuku, at this time, was in a praying stance. Even so that he had dropped to his knees. "Please, Weiss! For the love of Esdeath! I am begging you to let me be. I promise not to report this to the police. I won't report it to Nezu. Not even to your friends, Blake, Ruby, and Yang!"

She put her finger to her lip, cueing him to become silent. She released a sigh, knowing that words weren't going to be enough to quell his frustrations and her inhibitions. "What happens to me doesn't matter, Dekkun!" There was a sharpness when she said his name. "I'm a Schnee! A lady of modesty. A lady of valor! One call and I can have my father dearest to clear anything that has occurred at this school." She gave a sickening smirk as she glared. "Including you!"

Izuku's face became flattened.

"Before you double back to my friends, the girls know that we are in competition for your affection," she said assertively. She proceeded walking closer to him. "As much as I love my friends, they are also my competition and for you, my opposition. You see, Izuku, when you want something, you do what you can. When I want something, I get what I want." She pointed at Izuku. "And it is you what I want and you will do what you can to serve under me. After all, you are my husband. You're mine and no one else's." She narrowed her eyes. "And I wish those skanks or any other would stop me." She snapped her finger, this time she was inches away. "One phone call and my father will create such a great future for me. For us. Meanwhile, he can convince Principal Nezu to dismantle your future, inhibiting you from further pursuing your dream as a Pro Hero." She smirked. "As if you had a chance with your hand me down quirk! So have at it! Want to try me, Dekkun?! Do if you dare!"

As if it was Katsuki all over again, the defeated Izuku dropped his head.

Weiss felt achieved by her accomplishment. "There you go! Quiet and docile! Very good!" She grabbed the collar and tossed it on the floor. "Now pick it up and wear it, you dog!"

"..."

"Don't know why you're fighting the feeling. After all, this is minute compared to what I plan to do to you," she said while licking her lips. "And since we weren't able to finish in the dorm, we might as well continue where we left off."

"Weiss," he said in a pleading manner.

"Shh," retorted Weiss. "Save your cries when you cry and scream out my name to the heavens. After all, you belong to me." She spread her legs. "Now, prepare to serve your owner, you dog. For I am going to rape you!"

Sometime earlier….

It was the clicking sound of the All Might novelty clock hanging above his desk area that indicated that he was aware and alert. He remained absolutely still. His hands were clammy, shaken if one would have noticed. He felt as if his stomach was to his back and his heart was in his throat. He wanted to convince his body that everything was okay. There wasn't anything to fear. What he was currently facing was an illusion. Nothing more, nothing less. The emerald teen has had a rough day.

Being part of the welcoming committee to the Beacon girls and adjusting his own shyness for the sake of the foreign girls. He wanted to think that Blake's rendezvous in his bedroom was nothing more than a Faunus-Valian way of greeting their guests.

He wanted to think that his submission to Yang in the park was another customary greeting. After all, their customs weren't the same.

Even now, seeing Weiss in this compromising position attributing more to their own way of thinking (his own way of denial). Her arms locked around his, pressing her warm body against his tensed body. She smelled like fresh baby powder. Judging by the softness and moistness of her skin, she probably took a shower before coming to the dorm. Many questions were stirring in his brain. How did she enter his dorm? Who did she convince to give her a key? Did she break inside? Did she come across Shouto? Why was he thinking of the now-pointless questions? Be that as it may, the Snow Princess was inside his domain, his sanctuary.

This was now Weiss' hour of absolute power.

There he was back to being a puppet, pulled by the strings of the mastering heartstruck, domineering, and obviously psychotic girls. He would think that the roughhousing from Katsuki was nothing more than showing his affection and love between friends.

Weiss pursed her lips. She removed her arm and reached under her pillow. Izuku's eyes were wide as saucers when retrieving a serrated knife. His eyes showed in its reflection - fear and terror. What plans were for him with this knife. Weiss used her other hand and put it to his lips, enticing the still silence within the dorm room.

"Relax," she said in a touchy whisper. She felt the quivering lips of Izuku's, making her narrow her cold blue eyes once again. "I've said, relax. Be quiet! Don't make a sound!" The serrated knife was positioned to his chair behind the bedpost. "This knife isn't for you." She let out a tiny cackle. "No way I would use such a weapon on such a subservient child like you."

Before he could speak, she gripped his chin. "I've said be quiet! Nod if you understand!"

The knife was nearby, within her reach. The grip of her soft, delicate hands indicated that this wasn't her first time putting a person in this position. Only God knew what kind of duress that boy or girl could have faced. In compliance, he nodded to her demand.

He could feel the Snow Princess lessening her grip. "There you go," she said softly. "See that wasn't so bad. It is better to comply at your own terms. Better to live on your knees than to die on your feet my father would say." She let out another cackle, indicating to the teen that she was in control. Any ounce of dominance or freewill was ceased. "They say you were gullible. They say you were kind of stupid. Didn't think you could be this cute, gullible, and stupid." She used her hand to brush his cheek. Her silver hair brightened the night. Judging from the straps on her shoulder, she could be possibly wearing a negligee. He winced when feeling the cold hands stroking it gently along the lining of his face.

"Why do you flinch when I touch you," she asked inquisitively. "Many people would love to even have the slightest touch upon this loving grace." She continued stroking his cheek. "Understand, boy, that I come from a dynasty. I come from royalty. You should feel blessed and honored that I am allowing such a simpleton to be in my bosom. Anyone would kill for this chance on a lovely encounter with a Schnee! "

Why was he being ridiculed, the emerald teen thought. If anything, he should be mad and upset about another Beacon girl invading his personal space. It has barely been eighteen hours and has been sexually molested by Blake and raped by Yang. Now, adding insult to injury, the Snow Princess was using sullen and callous words to disrespect him?

"Izuku Midoriya!" Weiss let out a tiny smile. He didn't think a cold-natured grouch of a woman could have such a pretty smile. Izuku was attentive as she pressed herself closer. "It is finally a pleasure and to you, a privilege, that we can make such an acquaintance." She took her hand from his cheek. She grabbed Izuku's hand, cupping it to her cheek. She kissed it tenderly with her soft lips. A small audible sound was produced from every peck she planted to his soft hand. "Quite atypical to meet like this. But, I felt it was more appropriate." She narrowed her eyes. "Especially when there were pests infiltrating such a lovely gift from the gods."

Izuku was cautious about certain pests in particular. He doubted that Weiss was referring to her teammates. If anything, maybe the other friends surrounding him after their induction ceremony in the gymnasium. He was speaking with Jirou, Hagakure, Hatsume, and Ashido as they were leaving the gym. But, he couldn't forget the look on Weiss' face. Even though she rebuffed his friendly gestures by justifying it as ulterior motives for perversion, she could never get her eyes off him. The strong look of disdain was adamant and abundantly clear when Nezu took her and the others to his office.

Looking back now, it wasn't the look of disdain. It was the mark of the siren glaring at her territory. And those girls were nothing more than a threat.

Weiss adjusted her pillow, allowing the distance between the pair. Izuku could have taken that window to leave but he was doubting the uncertainty. Judging from his previous endeavor with Yang and he was hundreds of yards away, he knew if she could target him with a wider distance, what difference would it make with the Snow Princess? "It was hard to think I could settle down with someone less than a commoner stance. I've checked your profile through and through. Despite your loss of a semblance, you were accepted into the school. You live alone with your mother and your father works overseas. You have a best friend that you serve as a gofer and only a handful of friends." She leaned her head on her hand. "And to think why would I want to have such a lowly pesky boy from the lowest of the totem pole to inseminate his seeds into me?"

Izuku raised his eyebrow upon hearing those frightening words.

"There are plenty of better boys throughout the land that would be better suited to coat my womb with their blessings," she said matter-of-factly. "Why would I have my royal holy passage broken by some boy that isn't worthy of being a crumpled two-dollar bill in the storm drain?"

In her mind, Weiss was feeling bad about saying harsh words to the adorkable beautiful idiot that was going to be her husband. She couldn't help how she felt about the doorknob. It was something about Izuku Midoriya that made her feel warm and fuzzy inside of her. Was it love? Was it lust? Was it a feeling of hay fever from being in a foreign land? It mattered not. There was something about Izuku that she couldn't shake away. No matter how many boys and girls fell at her feet, it wasn't enough. The fact she had preserved her virginity for such a simpleton let her know that he was something special. Unlike the others, Izuku was willing to be entranced by her charm. That alone was a challenge. A challenge she was willing to divide and conquer. She wasn't like her sister, Winter, but she knew about a thing or two about boys and strategy.

They always fold when women knock on the doors of their insecurity.

"The look on your face shows fear," she said sternly. Yet again, within, she became aroused. The fluids were releasing the floodgates of her pussy, creating a reservoir around her drenched panties. She had to remain still, or else, releasing the musk of womanhood and she wouldn't know what to do when that happens. Although sexually inexperienced with men, practicing and experimenting on some girls showed the necessary roughness she can do with him.

Oh, what fun she was going to do with Izuku when that occurs.

"So, Izuku! Trapped in a bind with such an admirer such as myself," she said while clicking her tongue. "Seems like this institution failed at teaching you to be vigilant at all times."

"But...but...but," said Izuku as he tried to speak.

She gripped his chin. "Shut up! Not a word! Silence! Were you given permission to speak?" At this time, she pressed her body closer to him. Izuku could feel her breast touching his chest. Her legs were crossing over his. "Aren't you going to say something? Mmm!?"

Izuku felt that this was a test. So, he decided to keep his mouth shut.

It was met with a smile from the Snow Princess. "That's my boy! Quiet and docile." She then pressed her nose onto his face. "Overall, scared, timid, meek, and fearful. Just the way I like my man." She put her knee against his crotch. "So, tell me, Dekkun, how was it with Yang?"

As if he heard a light bulb cracked onto the concrete, his eyes widened with surprisement. Weiss released a smile. "Oh, honey, don't give me that look. I can smell the cheap scent of perfume. Lest we forget that she is my roommate."

Izuku could feel her knee continuing to rub his crotch. He began releasing soft moans.

"Such a pesky little bitch to take what's mine. The bitch better be glad that I was distracted from that so-called French bastard, Yugi, Yami, whatever the winky star boy name is." She clicked her tongue. "So, tell me, Dekkun, did it feel good? Did she make you hard? Did you get her wet?" The more she talked, the rougher her knees were onto his crotch. It wasn't long until he became hard. He closed his eyes, seeing her piercing eyes never leaving his sight.

SLAP!

"Who told you to shut your eyes," questioned Weiss. "Look into my eyes! Now!"

Izuku followed in compliance.

"There you go! Did you guys use a condom? Did you pull out?" At this time, this rubbing against his crotch was causing his dick to become cramped and swollen in his shorts. "Or did you cram her womb with your wicked seed." She snapped her fingers. "Tell me, Izuku! I want to know! Address your wife when you are being told to speak, boy!"

"No!" That was what all he could say. At this time, with her breasts touching him and her knees rubbing against his cock, he was overwhelmed and overpowered. He could taste her breath. He could feel her touching his body. She was messing with him, confusing him in many ways than one.

And that was Weiss intended, confusing the senses. Just one of many strategies that she learned from her sister, Winter.

"Did she cry to the heavens? 'Holy Esdeath, you're stabbing my womb, Izuku baby,'" said Weiss while mockingly using Yang's voice. "Tell me!" She began to lick his cheeks. "Tell me what that bitch was doing to you. Did you cry? I bet you did? Did you cry for your mum? I think you enjoy being taken advantage of by us women, don't you?"

"..."

"Just let me find out Yang's late on her period and you are going to be late if you catch me drift.

Verstehst du?"

Izuku was turning burnt red. By this time, the fluids were dampening his shorts and it wasn't long until he reached his peak.

"Just so you know, Izuku, that I will claim what is mine," she said as she continued licking him. "Everything belongs to me. This dorm! This bed! This body!" She pressed her knees harder. "This dick! Even the seeds you produce belong to me." She produced a smile. "Now look at me. I want to see your cute, disgusted embarrassing face when you cream your pants with my sperm." She pressed her face forward, only inches apart. She produced another smile before blowing in his face. "Now, release my sperm, peasant."

He tried to release a cry, but was blocked by her lips. As they locked lips, he released his spunk inside of his shorts. At each swap of their tongues, he released his spunk. He continued ejaculating until Weiss released her leg from his crotch. She broke this kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between the pair.

Upon releasing their kiss, she released such an obnoxious cackle. Feeling accomplished about the deed, she pulled away from his crotch. She clicked her tongue teasingly. "Did you just cum, Izuku! Tsk, tsk, tsk! They say it is embarrassing to do that in front of a lady. Yet again, you are the pervert!"

Nervously, he tried explaining himself. "B-b-b-b-but...but…"

"B-b-b-b-but…" Weiss said mockingly. "Even when you are stuttering, it's cute and so, so pitiful!" She grabbed his cheeks. "So, doing such a perverted deed in front of a lady. I think a punishment is in order."

"But...but!"

"Shh! Relax! It is necessary. A great way to start on what we shall call an eternity." Her eyes then looked at the covers. She grabbed the covers to lift it up. She reached for his groin. She whistled. "Man, talked about being backed up. Makes me think that what you did to Yang was nothing. Or, were you shaving up for me?" She released another cackle. She used her finger to touch his soiled gym shorts. "I can barely feel your cock around this. Oum knows what happens when you put this inside me."

"Inside you?"

"Well, of course, you silly goose. How else am I going to make a baby." She gripped onto his dick. "You should be grateful to have such a privilege." The Snow Princess reached for his shorts. "Now, it's time to get out of these pesky clothes."

"What are we going to do," asked Izuku worriedly.

"Jesus," she retorted. "No wonder why Kacchan treats you like this. What do we think we are going to do? I am going to make my mark."

"You mean?"

"Well, like yeah! You're mine, Izuku! I am going to have so much fun training you to be my pet." Please forgive me, you baka! I love you, Izuku! Oh, I love you so, so much that you have no idea of the things that I am going to do to prove my love to you!

Meanwhile….

Ruby waited enough time for Blake to be distracted before retiring to her room. With them being the only ones in their apartment, she didn't need any room for error.

Or in this instance, speculation.

With the door locked, she felt secured. The windows were covered in case of prying eyes. She scanned the area in case of cameras, wires, and the like. What she was about to do wasn't quite legal. Nevertheless, it was in the name of love. Or lust. Or something like it.

Unlike the neanderthal method like her sister and her teammates, she believed in the subtle way that she had learned from her mother - to make a man happy was in his stomach.

She knew that Izuku was a fan of honey buns, or what he would call his fifty-cent cakes. Stuffed in her briefcases were packs of honey buns she purchased for this occasion. She was going to need it with the active ingredients she had purchased from Kinoko.

"Senpai Love Me" was playing softly in the background as her desk was now a chemistry lab. Sporting her goggles and wearing gloves, she slowly poured the mushrooms onto the table. Contained in another jar was vanilla-flavored laced with her natural ingredients. She grabbed some of the crushed mushroom and applied it to the glaze. Using a stirring rod, she ground the glaze and the mushroom until it dissipated.

"There! A sweet for my sweet. Like nyaa," cried Ruby excitedly. She felt that she had a more subtle approach on reaching Izuku unlike the others. She was acutely aware of the tactics that Blake and Yang have attempted. She didn't put microchips on the girls' cell phones out of kindness and safety.

A genius wasn't needed about Blake. She could smell the remnants of semen lingering in the pitiful Faunus' fingertips. She and Yang were linked. She knew she was somewhere within her precious cinnamon roll's vicinity.

Although she couldn't prove Yang or Weiss' whereabouts, it was safe to say that they were on the hunt. Nevertheless, it wasn't about having the leftovers or sloppy thirds or fourths, it was knowing that Izuku Midoriya was rightfully hers.

She felt that she didn't have to force Izuku to love her. That is the mindset of a brute, she thought to herself. In her mind, providing Izuku with his favorite food and treats was a way to reach his heart. Then, when he was subdued, take advantage and then make him love her.

Unlike the pestilent Weiss, he wouldn't be a slave. Izuku was a lover, her husband, and the future lover of her kits. Ruby licked her lips as she rubbed her belly. Today was certainly not a safe day.

The happy-go-lucky teen decided to take a break. She took a look at the picture she took of Izuku without him knowing. So gentle, nubile, sweet, and dashing. Just like how she loved her man. Grabbing the picture, she twirled around her bedroom. She imagined dancing with her future lover. The thought of becoming Ruby Midoriya was drawing closer and closer.

"Oh I promise

They won't be missed

All those skanks that you might have kissed

I'll come get you and swear to be good...

When I check off my rival list!

Senpai love me

I want to make you happy, It's true, I do

My heart can only love you

Senpai love me

I'll watch you through your window tonight!"

Like yeah! So close, Izuku! Just wait, my love. It won't be much longer, baby. Just wait! Just you wait!

To be continued….