Hey. guys! BD and GOTA, here, with another installment of "I Am My Izuku's Keeper." In this chapter, Izuku is trapped in Weiss' web and must find a way out. Meanwhile, a tiny coup occurs in the apartment between Yang and Blake. Later, Ruby needs some outside help to make her rendezvous with Izuku a bit intimate. Enjoy!

Weiss told Izuku that she had developed an interest in photography. At first, it started little - as minute as taking self-portraits of her Glyphs when she was in practice with Professor Goodwitch or Professor Port. Each stunt, each motion captured the stunning performance as it was rightfully intended. Such candid photos that it took the attention of her fellow teammates who wanted still images of their semblances in action.

There wouldn't be any of that on this night. To the Snow Princess, this camera was propped and displayed for a more sinister purpose. Sinister was a poor choice of word, according to Weiss. She would rather call it an insurance policy. She remembered her father dearest telling her in the center of his study that nothing exists without proof. Words can become convoluted, changed, converted and twisted into dreadful lies. Her father told her as she sat underneath in front of the crackling fire that in order to put anything under her control, then proof must be in the images.

Weiss could lie to the girls and say that Izuku was rightfully hers. Anyone could put red dye, ketchup, or tomato paste onto a pair of panties. Not Weiss Schnee, not the rightful heir of the Schnee fortune.

She pursed her lips as her Nikkon made its presence known by the shutter switch. She clicked her tongue as she did a test run. A bolt of artificial lighting filled the room, enrapturing her personal work of art. She ran her fingers through her silvery hair, impressed on the adequate lighting in the room. The scent of her Schnee brand candles filled the room, naturally applied with their famous dust to ensure the comfort in the room. Of course, it wouldn't be a Schnee original without adding certain sedatives into the mix. A bit of a party favor as she made the teen inhale such a mighty fragrance, making him incapable of moving.

Yet again, not everything was guaranteed. Ropes were linked on every wrist and ankle of his nimble body. It didn't go after tasting its saltiness and the fear that came with it. Such a delectation of a delicatessen she called her cinnamon roll - a gourmet meal. The only thing missing was the most important ingredient - his homemade vanilla glaze.

"The sedatives, my worthless mutt includes an aphrodisiac that can make Beowolves, Ursai, and Grimm make love by the end of days," she patted her hand on her cheek. Izuku could recognize the pale heart-shaped pupils from her blue eyes. "Since I was informed of your hand-me-down quirk, you can handle such a measurable amount." She focused the lens in order to have a clear visual. Something that she couldn't wait to showcase to the art exhibit she called her apartment when coming home.

Or better yet, after Ruby, Blake, and Yang watches, the apartment would convert into a zoo.

Or an exhibit for Musutafu Valley's coroner.

Izuku couldn't move. Drugged with her dust and bounded by gags, he watched as the Snow Princess took another picture. "Relax, my dimwitted slave that is my future husband. Each moment prior to our little tet-o-tet needs to show surrealness." She clicked her tongue. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She began to do her usual, annoying cackle. "Father was right. Boxers do make the men."

Izuku felt the chill as he was exposed. Adding insult to injury, the Snow Princess removed his boxers and replaced them with briefs.

Briefs that featured the character Hiro from Big Hero 6.

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Wearing boxers when you call yourself a man," she said insincerely. "Couldn't even fight little old me and you allow yourself to be controlled." She began to release a cackle. "Yet again, if you did try to defend yourself, then the consequences would be dreadful." She showcased her teeth. "You're lucky we are forbidden to use our semblance or else we wouldn't be having this discussion. Where's your aura, little boy? Your dear Recovery Girl isn't here to help you. So, it is you and me and these pitiful little panties that you are sporting."

Izuku couldn't find the words. One would think that she and Katsuki shared kinship of some kind. At least Katsuki took breaks whenever he was tired, but this Snow Princess was unrelenting and unforgiving.

She took a breath, realizing that stalling was prolonging what she really wanted. "Alas, le sigh! Time to put this tiny little instrument to work." Izuku began groaning as she made her direction to his sight. She turned back to the camera. "Video is recording as we speak." She held the remote. "At each click, it flashes, leaving more evidence of our fun. Consider yourself lucky. Not many have this privilege." She cackled again. "Something to tell my bridesmaids at the wedding." She put her finger to her lip. "Can I force my teammates to watch? That would be great," she was talking to herself. "I could see the anger emitting from little Ruby. Blake would want me dead. Yang would probably blow a gasket and go Lord Explosion Murder on me." She turned to Izuku. "You know, I think a public viewing of our wedding should be best. So, they can have one final look."

She positioned herself on top of him. He could see her breasts through her blue see-through nightgown. Although smaller than Yang's, the mounds were bountifully soft and her tits were inverted. "I imagine our weddings like a Westerner's wedding as you call it. Have it at a Christian church, allowing the public to view you in such delightful outfit sported by your collar."

Collar, thought Izuku.

"Making your proclamation as mine and mine alone," she told matter-of-factly. She used her ring finger to touch his chest. The cold touch created sensitivity as she slowfully tread it to his bellybutton. "Such an hour of my absolute power. Did you know that Vale Media is owned by the Schnee family. With our vast fortune, it can be all over the world. Can you imagine the worlds of Remnant and Earth viewing our wedding, Izuku? As we create our future, I am dismantling yours all the way to the windows of your soul. Baby, when I say you're mine, please believe." She made a tiny sound as she touched the phallus of dick. "I would do whatever it takes."

Izuku felt the strain and tightness of his wrists and ankles. By the degree of every encounter he had with the girls, each was worse than the other. What Weiss compensated in the actions of Blake and Yang were her words.

Weiss hovered over his dick. She used her ring finger to nudge the soft cock. "Why so soft?" She produced a smile. "Is it out of fear? Do you fancy women? Are you imagining me to be your little Kacchan?" She flicked his dick. "Oh, little fishy! I wish it was the latter." Her eyes narrowed. "Then that serrated knife could be quite useful in cutting down the competition. Get it? Cut!"

He nodded in disagreement. In no way, shape, or form did he want to involve his friends. Never did he think that boys would be included in the fray?

She kissed his navel. "Good!" She made a tiny whisper as she circled his navel with her tongue. His hips instinctively twitched when feeling her wettest muscle touching him. She looked at him. "Why do you flinch when I touch you." She gripped onto his dick. "I want you to enjoy it as well. Don't think I am doing this for myself." The tone sounded insincerely playful. "For you have to participate…" She paused when exposing his cell phone. His eyes widened when it showed visuals of various classmates that were dear to him. "Or else!"

Izuku nodded in compliance. She kissed him again on his navel. Light, feathery pecks. The contact was exciting his little All Might. It wasn't long when the erection took effect. She smirked. "So, it does seem that you are moved by fear or when you are being controlled."

"..."

"Doesn't matter if you respond, sweetie," she said sternly. "For in a minute, the chief acting ingredient is going to take effect and I will look forward to it." She slowly pulled down his briefs, exposing his hardened cock. "Mum rarely lets me eat the icing from the knife." She clicked her tongue. "However, there are a few exceptions. For Mummy isn't here." She blew onto the hardened cock. Her cool breath contrasted the heat of his hardened shaft. She used her finger, making light scraps from his balls to his shaft. "I can see clear juices of your precum being released from its spout. Excuse me, my spout. May I have a taste?"

"..."

She slapped his stomach in a harsh manner. "Oh, baby! I am giving you a question. Either yes or no!"

"Or?!"

Her face contorted. She paused as she looked up to her loving, poor defenseless cinnamon roll. "Hmm! Clever on such a choice! You're a regular Einstein. Yet again, you did come to this school under a special kind of accommodation."

Izuku needed to be resourceful in thinking. What could he do to escape?

"And that's not the kind of guy I want in my life as a husband-slave, do we?"

Meanwhile….

Yang was humming a pleasant tune, rubbing her belly pleasantly as she danced and twirled in the elevator on her way up to her apartment. She couldn't help but imagine a glow to know that the cinnamon roll's baby was being inseminated. Yang wasn't kidding about taking the risk of pregnancy. So much so that she stopped by the pharmacy on the way to purchase a pregnancy test. Izuku was such a silly goose to think that the first time wasn't going to be enough.

Like a fiend to a pipe, her Izuku was her fix. She even purchased fertility pills on their next outing. She was serious when informing the teen that they were going to meet in front of UA the following morning. She had his number, contacts, everything that involved next of kin. She didn't look at it as stalking, but as an investment for their future.

She knew it was going to be hard juggling being a student and a parent. Of course, she hoped to allocate money from her Uncle Qrom, her Daddy dearest, and a bitch of a mother. Speaking of the bitch, Raven owed her for the many years of her childhood. So, she was going to make sure that Raven was going to be a doting grandmother.

And that would start by making payments to purchase the common things for parents-to-be.

Arriving at her floor, she pulled out her keycard as she scanned the entrance.

"Long as I live," said Yang melodically as she pushed her way into the apartment. "My first love…"

POW!

Yang was cut off by a left hook of an angry Faunus. Backpack and grocery bags spread like fireworks as Yang crashed to the wall beside the kitchen.

"You motherfucker," barked the Faunus. "Should have known better that you have treachery as your middle name."

Yang was used to this kind of pain. With their semblance forbidden on Earth, it was her wits, her strength, and her defense through working out that was taking precedence. However, it didn't stop her as her eyes and her hair ignited. In her line of sight, she saw a distraught Blake Belladonna.

In her possession, she was holding a wire hanger and a vacuum cleaner.

"Living up to your bitch of a mother's reputation," barked Blake angrily. "You have the fucking nerve of taking what's mine, you pompous bitch."

Yang wasn't fazed by the words of the Faunus. Yang was fortunate that ointment and Salonpas were included on the grocery list. "You call it a nerve." She licked her fingers, using her free hand to rub her stomach. " It was well...very veiny and it felt oh so good!"

"You blonde half-breed bitch!"

"Faunus, please! Like you can act high and mighty. I don't recall Nezu having a nurse's station in his office." She stood up, wiping the blood from her lips. "Oh, sweetness, don't play cute. If anything, you're the one that broke the arrangement."

Blake produced a sinister smile. "What's the matter? Just being proactive on claiming what's mine." She pointed at Yang's stomach with the vacuum cleaner. "And speaking what's mine! There's a certain seed that belongs to me."

Yang reached for the carving knife she used earlier, using it as a shield of defense. "Take it from me and I will see to it that you have a permanent cat nap, you chode!"

"Didn't realize that was your mother's name," retorted Blake.

"She learned it from the best," interjected Yang. "Can't define Californication without having your mother's name in the dictionary."

"You should find the rightful words to etch onto your tombstone, you interloping whore," barked Blake.

Yang was unrelenting as the knife was inches away from Blake. Blake didn't hesitate turning on the vacuum cleaner and twisting the hanger as a weapon.

"Sis?! Blakey! What are you doing?"

The blonde and the Faunus turned when seeing a concerned Ruby standing in the center of the hallway. She was holding a jar in her hand. "Am I interrupting something?"

There was a strong, pregnant silence. Either party didn't want to put down their weapon.

Ruby produced a strong sigh. "Now, ladies. Didn't we promise ourselves about our pact?" Feeling that she had to take a more mature stance with her older sisters, she walked in the middle. "Did we, Yang?" She put down her weapon before turning to Blake. "Did we, Blake?"

Both hands were curled into a fist. Ruby placed her hands on her hips. "Did we or did we not, Blake and Yang?"

"Yes," said the duo in their strained voices.

Ruby produced a smile. "Great!" She backed away a few inches, creating a tiny. "Recall what we have discussed."

Scratching her arm, Yang raised her eyebrow questionably. "You're kidding, right?!"

"Kidding is not swearing on my mother's grave," she retorted. "So, what was our pact? Hmm?" She turned to each girl. "Blake Belladonna? Yang Xiao Long?"

Yang began to speak. "For the sake and the safety of our closeness in the relationship of this team…" She paused. "C'mon, Rubes! Did you see her coming for me with that hanger and vacuum cleaner?"

"Mother was right," said Blake. "Girls are like balloons. If you stab them, they die!"

"Hush!" Ruby stomped her foot, showing the fiery silver eyes. "On the name of my mother, Summer Rose, recite the damn pact."

"Oum," groaned the strong blonde. "For the sake and the safety of our closeness in the relationship of this team, we will not and shall not pursue the same guy without informing one another first."

Ruby turned to Blake. "And Blakey, dear?"

Blake lowered her head. "For the sake and the safety of our closeness in the relationship of this team, we will not and shall not pursue the same guy without informing one another first."

"Great!" She extended her arms. "Now, stop fighting," she said. "Please, stop fighting!" She looked onto her sister. "Yang! You promise me peace." She turned to Blake. "Remember that we must get along!" She produced peace signs with her hands. "If we want Izuku to accept one of us, then we must get along." She stomped her foot. "Now shake hands."

Ruby produced octopus lips as she stared into the windows of the girls' souls. Yang complied and shook hands with Blake.

Ruby nodded. "Now you two, kiss and make up."

"Really? Can't tell where that mouth has been," interjected Blake.

"Somewhere between Izuku's homemade vanilla cannoli," retorted Yang. "And he came back for seconds when he made contact with my second mouth as well."

"That's not funny," barked Blake.

"To you," retorted Yang.

The fire in Ruby's eyes appeared.

[imagine a background filled with fire]

"Kiss, or so help me Oum I will call Izuku and tell him what is happening," said Ruby. "Then, we all don't get what we want!"

The Faunus scoffed but seeing the fire in the redhead-brunette's eyes, she walked and kissed Yang on the lips. Yang produced a fake smile as she backed away from the kiss.

Ruby nodded approvingly. "Not bad, girls. Though, Blake, I would use less tongue."

"Yeah, yeah," said Blake as she wiped her lips on her arm. Just needed something that tasted of Izuku! Thieving bitch! Wait a minute, did I taste wasabi-cinnamon flavored gum? The gum I gave him as a little token of my appreciation? Blake turned to see the pleasant smile of the blonde.

"See you in nine months, Auntie," whispered Yang.

[imagine the sounds of a vacuum cleaner turning on before hearing another scuffle]

Ruby wouldn't call this scuffle a loss. It would distract them for a spell as she made a way toward the elevator. During her time alone, she made some calls with her contact, Kinoko Komori.

Ah, Ruby Rose! I figure you wouldn't stay away too long.

Since I see you have connections with rare mushrooms, I believe you can accommodate me with some other things.

Depends! As I remind you, Rose, I ain't cheap.

So you know, Komori, I am not low budget. I need a place alone for a few hours. Long enough to take care of my business.

Tell me what you want and I can be in need to supply.

Off the grid, can't be found. Just need it to be on ice until the time is right.

No problem, Ruby baby! Give me about three hours and we can make it work.

Make it an hour and a half and I will twice the pay.

Sweet Jesus! Need to establish Vale connections more often. Give me a bit and let me see what I can do.

Thanks! Keep in touch!

Ruby had to be the tactful of the bunch. If she allowed her anger to oversee her logic, then all hope was lost. She was aware of Izuku's whereabouts and the bondage he was currently facing with Weiss. Unlike the others who would kill each other like banshees, she was going to wait it out. The girls are going to get tired and their weaknesses will get exposed.

She didn't mind playing the waiting game. She had enough of that during her earlier Beacon days.

"Just one step closer, my dear hero cinnamon roll," she said to herself. "You won't have to wait much longer. Your savior is coming for you."

Back to Izuku and Weiss….

The icy cold glare she gave her beloved was tantalizing. The rivers of her holy water flowing out of her reservoir served more confirmation that Izuku was the one. The way he was resisting, defying, disobeying was nothing more than a test. She knew that the teen wanted her. Who wouldn't want Weiss Schnee? She used her hand to firmly massage his hardened cock.

"No prince or maiden in the world could resist my hands," she told him as she massaged it once more. "Need this swollen cock hard to break into my holy passage. A prize I might say."

"Weiss, if this was a different situation, I would be turned on, but this isn't the way," said Izuku.

It fell on deaf ears. It mattered not as she wanted nothing more than to feel his gushing spunk cramming her womb. She wasn't sure about the other peasants, but she was a Schnee - a lady of modesty. She took birth control pills prior to engaging in this tet-o-tet. However, it didn't hurt getting a preview of when her egg can drop.

He should praise this so-called God for such a heavenly, miraculous opportunity.

Izuku's face was contorted as he was on the verge of another orgasm. Embarrassingly enough, when removing his boxers earlier, she decided to supply herself with a razor and a shaving cream.

Before you can become my man, you must serve me at the lowest level, boy!

Weiss' cackle and lighting moaning was filling the room. He briefly forgot about his being filmed. Fear filled his mind on what would happen if that film were to be released. He would be the laughing stock of UA High School, if not all of the Musutafu Valley. His chance of being a Pro Hero being flushed down the toilet by this snuff film.

Wait a minute?! Toilet! My only ace in the hole?

"Bathroom," groaned Izuku.

Weiss' rubbing ceased when hearing Izuku's request. "What did you say, you dog?!"

"Bathroom," he repeated. "I need to go to the bathroom."

Weiss scoffed as she felt their private rendezvous was rudely interrupted by her dog's poor toilet habits. She sighed loudly as she got up and turned off the lights. "You're such a putz! Thank the gods I am not that type. I am obsessed but not a sadist."

Your limit of sadism is piss? Holy Dio! Izuku saw Weiss loosening the restraints of his rope. She turned away when doing so. "Find some clothes to get dressed so we can get this over with," said Weiss disappointingly. He turned to Weiss. "Can you turn around? I am a bit shy with the light on and others watching me."

She slapped her face. "Jesus, Deku! Can't even make a session between lovers right. No wonder this Bakugo goes and finds you defenseless." She felt a little privacy wouldn't hurt what was left of his dignity. "To think guys like you are shy. I would think with you being a man, you would have…."

[insert dotted lines where Izuku used to be]

The door was ajar, leaving Weiss alone with her regrets and her foolish thoughts.

She snapped her fingers. "God damnit," she screamed. "Think you can run away from me, Deku baby?! No one, I mean NO ONE runs from Weiss Schnee." She licked her lips. "Le sigh! A good Izuku is hard to chase." She produced a sickening grin. "But, oh, what fun it is!"

Back to the present….

Weiss could think of better places in which she could have lost her virginity. Nevertheless, it would be a funny commoner's story she could tell to the elite. The sense of living a day in the life of an urban despot would be a funny tale over a spot of tea and scones.

She kicked the door into the newspaper stand. A bit frustrated, but like a Faunus, the Snow Princess was in heat.

"Sit, boy!" Weiss sported the leash in hand as Izuku was sporting his birthday suit and positioning himself to the floor.

She tugged the leash. "Good, Dekkun! It is best to follow direction and go out on your terms." She tugged the collar again. "Now heal!"

This was humiliating to the emerald-haired teen. At least Blake and Yang gave him some kind of dignity when they were engaged with him. He followed suit. It was met with a delightful clap. "Good boy, Dekkun! Who's a good boy!" She clicked her tongue.

She was ready for the coup de grace. "Now turn on your back, NOW!"

Nervously, the teen followed suit. Weiss, still holding onto the leash, was ready for what was deserved.

"Now, it's time to cum bury my bone!"

To be continued….

BD: Weiss, in a word, a bitch! Damn, is she cold!

GOTA: I really took it there. Weiss has been the coldest yandere thus far.

BD: Still, Blake and Yang are far from finished. That encounter was intense (and I wrote it).

GOTA: It's going down now! Stay tuned!