Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with one of my solo works for 'My Hero Izuku (...And No One Else's). This time, this will be another MHI special - 'Captured! (In the Name of Love).' In this premise, Ruby has had enough of waiting for Izuku to love her. So, instead, she will make him love her. What would happen? Read and see! Enjoy! This is an OOC!Yandere Ruby x OOC Izuku story.

A/N: Despite it being a crossover of characters, it only features Ruby Rose from 'RWBY.'

Ruby eased herself in the early morning breeze. She allowed the cool air to relieve the sweltering heat that was coming from the bedroom. Their window air conditioner was broken and wasn't sure when the repairman was coming to arrive. She extended her arms, stretching out the aches and the knots from the night's end. In a way, she felt really perky. Never in her seventeen years did the redhead-brunette ever felt alive in her existence.

It wasn't easy being a leader of team RWBY, positioning herself to use wits, charms, strategies, and skill to convey women that had stronger capabilities than herself. She often wondered why she was placed in the position. Her sister, Yang, had better guile, respect, infamy when it came to getting what she wanted. Blake, the calm, vigilant, the silent cat in the night. The ability of sneaking away, hiding in the shadows. Then, there was Weiss. A phone call away and her father would do his utmost to acquire whatever she desired. It was all jokes, Weiss had the temperament to handle pressure. Despite if things don't go her way, she would eventually learn to roll with the punches.

Ruby uncapped the bottle of water, needing to sate her dry throat. She tilted her head, allowing the breeze to cool her neck. At each gulp, she felt the relief on her palette, the missed drips onto her exposed chest, which was aided by the opened air.

An audible sigh was heard, feeling the relief from being parched. After all, it was a reward from the previous night's endeavors.

As she had mentioned to herself, being a leader wasn't easy. As a leader, it was important to keep everyone in the loop on the next mission. When it was time to practice, to prepare, and to operate. Things that the others would have clear knowledge prior to their engagement. However, not this mission.

This was a mission that would only remain solo. Any deviation or compromisation would have ended in failure.

This was one mission that she wasn't going to mess up.

Or involved any of the girls. This was her mission. A mission that she was going to complete.

Failure was certainly not an option.

She discarded the bottle in the trash can. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her arm. She turned to see the spreaded newsprint onto the table. Oum knew how long ago the press released those issues. Could have been days, weeks, months. It mattered not. What was pressing was a single piece of her personal expose that was for her eyes only. No one was worthy of having this kind of piece. This piece belonged to Ruby Rose and Ruby Rose alone.

Barefooted, she walked around the wooden floors, humming a tune as she was in search to find something. She wasn't at Beacon and she wasn't sure where the nearest convenience store was. She was far away from a major highway and didn't recall seeing any residences on the way to the cabin. She thought to herself that she should have purchased some snacks on the way to her destination. However, a certain visitor couldn't wait any longer.

She pursed her lips, wondering if there were things that could be gathered from the mini-fridge. She was hungry and wasn't sure that water and packets of gum would suffice.

She turned when she heard a muffling noise coming from the other side of the bedroom. She wasn't fazed. She hummed lightly as she returned to the table to retrieve her bag.

Her Crescent Rose wasn't necessary. Even if she had her scythe, neither Ozpin or Nezu would have permitted it. Nevertheless, no weapon in the world would prevent her from the primal instinct with men before her. Even if she were to go primitive, she would necessitate whatever she could gather to obtain her prize.

She used her hands to crack her neck. She didn't think that her lover would put up a fight. However, it was his way of expressing his love. To prove it to Ruby that in order to receive his love, she must fight for it.

And Ruby did that very thing. It was a test. This entire experience was a test. The aversion of eyes, the walking away in mid-conversation, his way of informing her that this was his lunch and he wasn't going to share. Feeling jaundiced wasn't the right word. The way Izuku Midoriya conveyed himself in front of others. She knew that it was his way of presenting himself without showing his beautifully honest side - caring, extremely passionate, sincere, and such a dedicated lover. Which is a contrast of Ruby's gregarious nature. Yet again, that, too, was a front.

Izuku Midoriya was a god, if not her god. She could tell that he would surpass that pesky All Might and the pomeranian that was his childhood friend. No one could compare to the power within.

Ruby's recon work began the moment it was assigned. By assigned, it was presented to herself for herself. Goodwitch or Port didn't have any knowledge. Ozpin didn't even give the redhead-brunette leader permission out of anonymity.

Being part of Izuku's squad was like being part of the Olympians. She knew his past, his transgressions, his needs, his wants, his desires. Even the time when she poured truth serum in his tea, he informed her about his OFA.

A secret that she cherished and will hold in the pits in her heart for the rest of her life. A secret that will be coveted and would be damn if any other interloping skank would take away. Especially when it came to bitches like Uraraka, Jirou, Ashido, Yaoyorozu, or the Rule 34 violating twat that was supposed to be her teacher. She would rather be raised by Salem than allow the bitch to be in charge of their education. She saw the look in those piteous deep pool eyes of despair. How she licks her lips around her man. How she sashays her hips around him. How she wanted one-on-one after school supplementary lessons.

They were evil. All of the girls were evil. And frankly, they needed to die. However, she knew that it wouldn't work. She knew how much Izuku believed in peace, love, calmness - qualities that show what it means to be heroic.

Also, Christmas was weeks away. She wouldn't dare want to harm any of Izuku's friends in the month of peace and goodwill toward men.

However, there was a certain present that she couldn't wait until the 25th day. Izuku was given the greatest gift that a woman could give him. Although he was very excited, even at points resisted, she knew that he would love it. He was such a joyous doll that he even exchanged his precious gift with her.

Ruby clutched her chest, feeling the leaping heartbelts. Her precious darling was awake. She knew from the beginning that Izuku was quite a handful. Saying words like 'stop,' 'no,' and 'don't' were his ways of saying 'I love you.' She wasn't particularly upset. He did have a rough night after all.

She began humming sounds of wedding bells as she returned back to their domicile - their love nest. Just like Ruby, Izuku was playing the role of Adam. He was naked, covered in her love gift from the previous night. His hands were handcuffed to the railings of the bedpost. His ankles and feet were tied by her panties. His mouth was muffled, torn with some bed sheets that she found in the drawer in the room.

No leaves to cover their nakedness, she still didn't mind playing his Eve.

Heart-shaped pupils filled her silver eyes. "Ohayou, baby." She knew her darling wouldn't vocally answer. The shaking and squirms of his body confirmed that he was happy to see her as well. "I wanted to thank you last night for the wonderful evening that you gave me. Well, us!"

Izuku's eyes were in a haze. Ruby knew that he was exhausted from the previous night. After all, the combination of Vicodin and vodka could do things to an excited emerald-haired teen. She knew that her Izuku was playing hard-to-get. The second time he resisted their lovemaking, she knew that the cinnamon roll was playing a game to enhance their relationship to the next level.

After some thoughtful incentive through convincing, he caved in. After all, he wouldn't do anything to deter his princess, his future wife, and mother to his kits.

"I wanted to make us breakfast, but there wasn't anything to whip up." She apologetically bowed to the teen. "Please take this as forgiveness."

She crawled to the bed, getting on top of the sweaty teen. She felt flushed as her body meshed with his body once again - feeling the claim that was of Ruby Rose. She placed her supple breasts onto the teen. "Although this isn't what you call nutritious." She pouted. "I am not a mother...yet." She used her free hand to squeeze her breast, causing her inward nipples to pop out. "I hope the salt from the sweat can suffice until we can acquire some food, Izuku baby."

By now, the now quiet and docile Izuku wouldn't resist. Still in a daze and his body too weak to resist, his body gave in, allowing Ruby to be the victor. She was tickled, stroking the unkemptness of his hair. "That is my Izuku! My All for One!"

She used her other hand to move the torn bed sheet from his mouth. He quickly suckled onto her breast like a baby fiending for his mother's milk. She basked in their scents, using her tongue to lick his face. The combination of cold handcuffs, her hot kisses, and feeding upon the pimply bumps of her breasts was creating spasms within his body. No longer he couldn't logically think. His body was responding instinctively to what the Midoriya of his primitive past would do.

She kissed him on his temple. She sighed melodically. "Holy Dio, aren't you being frisky this morning." She kissed him once more. "Do you want to take the lead?"

Izuku was too groggy to respond. His erect and throbbing member was making his presence known.

"Izuku, baby," she cried as she felt her tender nipple being suckled. "I wanted to cater to you. Not the other way around." She was touched. Such a gentleman, she thought to herself. "Well, since we are in this together, baby, I don't mind if we can serve each other."

She felt that Izuku had enough breakfast for the time being until she could fully serve him. It was now time to have hers.

"I got to say, Izuku, you know how to make quite the spread," she said excited. "I always love fresh sausage in the morning. Well, as you say in Japan, itadakimasu!"

She took slow kisses onto his dick. She wanted to savor it. The flavor, its richness in taste. She had hoped to Oum that Izuku enjoys the savorness of her fresh cinnamon roll. Fluffy, rich, and ready to be tasted. The richness was invigorating, enough to come back for seconds. "Let's dig in, baby!"

She didn't take any time engulfing his entire cock. It wasn't her first time partaking this. She muffled, groaning delightfully as she was the first and only that would ever get another gander or taste of what was rightfully hers.

"Oum, I love the way you taste," she said delightfully. She used her hand to squeeze onto his swollen balls. "Aww, so sweet! Even allowing me fresh squeezed milk to go with this. How thoughtful, baby!"

Ruby was in a sweltering wonderland that was their love nest. The fact that Izuku wasn't resisting this time. Wanting to indulge in this beautiful sin that was their forever. She instinctively gyrated her hips. She wanted her bean to feel the sensation of riding her Izuku. She felt the milky fluids being released onto her mouth. She ingested the bodily fluids as if it was the greatest serum in the universe. Nothing was better tasting on Earth and on Remnant with the fluids that rightfully belonged to her Izuku.

"That's right! Fill me up with that mighty tongue of yours. Feed the salt and life of this world through my cavern, I-zu-ku!" If she would have known that his tongue was such a mighty muscle, she would have let him use it when they began on the previous night. Typical Izuku - playing hard to get.

Ruby was savoring his nectar, feeling the humping of his hips, he was getting close. "It's okay," she said to him permissively. "Let it out! Give me your milk. My love seed!" Before she could talk further, the hotness of his spunk compacted her mouth. She had moments of choking, but she endured the feeling, contesting her body to resist and to ingest each and everything of his without spilling a single drop. She continued to savor each and every spurt until his climax subsided.

She turned around. "Thanks for the meal." She was cheerful. Why would she? She was sitting on top of her beloved. He, too, was speechless as his face was covered in her homemade glaze. "Oh, look at yourself. You have made quite a mess."

Izuku remained motionless. Ruby was tickled. She returned back to her post, lying beside her cinnamon roll. "I knew my dish was delicious, but you didn't have to make a mess out of yourself." She flicked his nose. "Yet again, it's okay! That's why I love you." She pecked him on the cheek. "Let's have a brief siesta before we can find some grub." She gripped his chest. "After all, it is only the beginning of the rest of our lives." She rubbed her head against his neck.

"My adorable hero Izuku. And no one else's." She said. And there is nothing a bitch or skank can do to stop it.

To be continued….

BD: Damn, GOTA! Have you been consuming rapier-laced marijuana?

GOTA: Trying something a bit frisky. After all, you're my hero, BD!

BD: I am going to sleep on the couch tonight.

GOTA: Don't resist me, my love!

BD: I think going back home for the week sounds better. Stay tuned!