#erasermic x reader

What Else Can I Do?

best life to live i think

synopsis: how olderbf!erasermic takes care of you on a daily basis

tw/cw: 18+ mdni, some sexual content

olderbf!erasermic wakes you up around the same time every morning after they've prepared breakfast and have done their own routines. sometimes they'd even delay their morning routine to do it with you. imagine the 3 of you cramped into the bathroom, standing next to each other brushing your teeth.

if it is shouta waking you up, he likes to run his hand through your hair, pressing kisses against your temple.

if it's hizashi, he likes to throw his entire body on top of yours, showering your face with kisses.

olderbf!erasermic will often pack your lunch and work bag as you get ready for the day and at least one of them will take you to work whether that be walking you to your station or driving you. in some cases where both of them are busy and are unable to take you, they'll spend extra time saying good bye to you before you head out the door.

olderbf!erasermic pays for everything in the relationship; living expenses, dates, shopping sprees, basically anything you want. both of them work multiple jobs and have more money then they'd know what to do with so what better way to make use of it then to spend it on you. they'll give you a copy of their cards and expects you to use it as if it was your own.

hizashi is the type of person to outright ask if anything is wrong because he hadn't gotten any charge notifications in a while. he worries that you are holding back on buying things and he wants you have everything.

shouta is the type of person that tells you constantly that if you need or want anything to use his card. subtle way of reminding you that yes, he understands that you have your own money but he loves nothing more than making sure that you are taken care of.

olderbf!erasermic are the kinds of boyfriends that makes you feel safe enough to turn off your brain when you are going outside. sometimes, you won't even know where you all are headed and will just follow, holding onto one of their hands or bicep.

olderbf!erasermic loves feeling your body against their own. often times, you are the one laying in the middle with hizashi cuddling up to you, his face buried into your neck while shouta spoons you from behind, arms wrapped around your waist.

olderbf!erasermic love tag-teaming you together. working together, working orgasms out of you whether it be through their mouths or their cocks. they love seeing your face as one of them thrusts into you while the other plays with your clit.

olderbf!erasermic knows you love the warm feeling of their cum filling you up and won't stop until you're shaking from pleasure and on the brink of losing your voice from how many times they've made you cum in a single night.

hizashi is the biggest tease and knows that every time he thrusts into you, his jacob's ladder has your eyes rolling back every time. the feeling of his piercings just heightens your pleasure and loves to tease with it.

shouta loves to take his time but also loves to overstimulate. he goes nice and slow, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. he won't stop until your shaking and close to passing out.

synopsis: yandere!erasermic with a fem!reader who doesn't mind that they're obsessed.

tw/cw: yandere topics, mentions of stalking, relationship red flags.

yandere!erasermic who's stalked you for months before they even introduced themselves, staging a meet-cute at a place you frequent because they knew that was something you've dreamed about for a long time.

yandere!erasermic who takes you on cute dates like picnics at the park or late night drives. they court you for a couple of months before actually asking you out because despite being yanderes, they wanted you to choose them.

yandere!erasermic who installed cameras into your place and a bug onto your phone so they know where you are, who you're texting, and everything that you do on that device whether it be for shopping, games, or just scrolling through your social medias.

yandere!erasermic who checks your location constantly and has you text them updates every hour, just so that they know that you're safe and not off doing something "dangerous".

the danger being going outside and having the potential of someone else looking at you or wanting your attention, god forbid even flirting with you. because if that were the case, shota already knows where his first stop is going to be when he starts patrol that night.

yandere!erasermic who both takes the lead in taking care of you. clothes are picked out by them in the mornings and they help you dress, cutting up your food before they hand it you the plate, and sometimes feed you with their own utensils or hands.

every "hard" decision is made by them. all you have to do is decide what you want to do for the day, granted it has to be an activity that can be done at home. they can't have you going outside without at least one of them to keep you safe. the world is dangerous outside you know?

the life you lived before them was so hard. you had to worry about so many things and your job was making you so stressed. they just want you to be happy and live without any worries.

you get a pair of boyfriends who love you so much that they'll do anything and everything for you. in return, all they ask if that you love them. it's a win-win situation!

yandere!erasermic who makes the relationship feel so normal that you can't help but ignore all of the red flags.

Song choice suggested by @dick-blender nearly a year ago. I am...a very slow writer.

Chapter 65: Walkin After Midnight is up!

You had your phone out during class. Ooops. It's not like you were asking for someone to discover your dark fantasies about being kidnapped and abused (except, weren't you kinda?)

EraserMix x Former Student Reader

Part 1 Parts 21/22

TWs: mentions of captivity and coercion, spanking, daddy kink

The girl in this chapter is from a story called Little Dove, can be found here or on AO3, Hawks-centric

Life wasn’t much different in the apartment, though you miss your garden. The windows and the door were all unable to be opened by you, not that you tried. So you kept the place clean during the time when your captors were gone, distracted yourself by making meals for the men when they came home.

You also took naps in their bed while they were out on patrol so you’d be prepared for whatever activities they wanted when they came home. Both of them seemed to prefer playing with you over sleep, so you were always ready for them. It was the only thing you could do to make their lives easier to bear while they took on the evils outside.

Thus it was that you were sleepy when you heard the door open early one day. Hizashi was home before recording at the studio while Shouta was supposed to be patrolling. 

Hizashi hurried from where he’d been doing his post-shower routine out of the room, towel slung around his hips. “SHOUTA, YOU’RE HOME EARL—hello.” You perked up at the sudden change of tone and followed him out of the room to peek around the corner.

Today you were in normal lounge clothes, so you were slightly relieved to be on your period when you saw the girl.

She was like an angel with her feathery golden hair and her snowy white wings. Like a pregnant angel, she glowed, hands holding her belly. You watched the men fuss over her, holding your breath.

You knew they had a breeding fetish, but surely they didn’t just pick yup this poor, beautiful young woman to prey on her? There was something vaguely familiar about her, too, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Maybe it really was that she looked like an angel from a painting. You’d never seen anyone like her before, not even Hawks looked so innocent, so perfect, with his red wings. 

They sat her on the couch, Hizashi shoving a cup of tea in her hands. It had to be the herbal blend you were so fond of this time of month; it would be innocuous for a pregnant woman, floral and fragrant and nice. 

You were hit with the strangest combination of emotions related to this beautiful stranger. There was jealousy at the awestruck expressions on their faces when they realized she was pregnant; yes, she was beautiful and yes, she was a vision of maternity like something Biblical, but they had you here. Why would they look at someone else that way? And there was your own awe at seeing someone so fragile, so lovely. Then there was a sudden, fierce protective surge. You had to warn her, you realized. She didn’t know they were predators. She had no idea what she had just stepped into. Wherever they had found her, whatever her situation, she had the right to know what was going on and what kind of men they were.

She was your age, she’d understand if you explained, surely. You just needed a few minutes with her.

And then kismet struck and Hizashi decided to to finish his hair. You darted back to bed, waited a second, and Shouta took a call. 

“Hey,” you called as you tiptoed from the hall and toward the living area.

The force of those lovely grey eyes hit you. Malach, the youngish tuxedo cat who saw you as competition for his dads’ attention stalked past.

“H-hi,” she replied, eyes darting toward the wall at pictures you knew were of you and then back toward you in person. 

Your eyes narrow. “Why did they bring you here? Did you come here for shelter?” Maybe they would take her to the others soon. But maybe they had decided she was like you and just one of you for two of them wasn’t enough.

She nodded. “I guess you could say that.”

You didn’t like the parsing. There was too much left out. You needed to warn her. She had no idea. You stepped up to her, meeting her in the hall, and grasped one of her soft forearms in both hands. “You need to be careful. I don’t know what they want from you, but the second you get a chance—”

“Kitten.” Your heart dropped. Shouta stood there staring at you. “What are you doing out of bed? I thought you said you weren’t feeling well?”

You said nothing of the sort, but you knew what that was code for.

“I heard voices. I’m sorry, Shouta. I’ll go lie down.”

You headed back toward the room. “Hizashi shouldn’t have left you.” He followed you into the room, shutting the door behind him. “What did you say?”

You sat on the edge of the bed with a pout. “I asked her what she was doing here. Is she here to replace me?” You figured that was safer than saying you were warning her away, play the jealous pet rather than the protective fellow girl.

“Oh, kitten.” He fell to his knees in front of you and cupped you cheeks. “Of course not. She’s Hawks’ wife. We’re sending her back home as soon as he gets here. She just ran away for the moment.”

“Why did she run away? Did he hurt her?” Concern laced your voice.

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. That’s between them.”

“But, daddy, she—”

“Kitten, I’m warning you to drop it. It doesn’t matter. She belongs to him.” You bie your tongue and he softened toward you again. “My sweet girl. You should only be worried about yourself. You know I heard you, right?”

Tears immediately prickled at your eyes as horror filled you. You’d lied to him and he knew it. He knew you’d tried to warn her. You were in trouble now.

“I’m gonna go deal with her. Be a good girl.” He leaned up and kissed your cheek, then you left there. You could hear him through the door as he explained. “Sorry about her. She’s had a rough time of it. She has an abusive family.”

It hurt to hear him tell a stranger your secret like that, so easily, like it was an excuse. Like it was a lie, when he knew the truth of your past. When he was going to add to your trauma just as soon as he sent this girl back home to deal with her own.

24

“What’s going on with her?” you asked Shouta when you were finally allowed out of the room. You had sat there thinking about it for the last hour, wondering why she’d run away from Hawks of all people. He seemed like the friendliest, most innocuous hero. Surely, he hadn’t hurt his pregnant wife, hadn’t given her reason to run from him.

But you kept thinking of the gaze in those soft eyes, how haunted she had looked. You’d know that gaze anywhere, had seen it in your own eyes after what happened to you whenever you got home from school and it was just you and…

No, you wouldn’t think about that. You never wanted to think about that. What happened now with you and Hizashi and Shouta was different, it was consensual, even if it had started somewhat oddly. You were an adult and you chose to stay.

That was what mattered.

And that was different than whatever was going on with Mrs. Takami. She had clearly left.

“Don’t worry about it, kitten,” said Shouta. “What we need to focus on is what you said to her.”

“Shouta…” you squirmed in your seat. You hadn’t been thinking, had just been acting in what you thought was the good of the pregnant woman and her child. He couldn’t blame you for that, could he?

“No,” he said firmly. “You’re not getting away with this. Yo warned her away from us when all we were doing was keeping that poor girl and her unborn child safe.”

Your cheeks heated and you puffed out. “I was scared for her. She shows up here all pregnant and uncertain and… I didn’t know what to do. I thought maybe you were replacing me?”

He tutted and took your hand. “We would never replace you, kitten.”

“What if you decided one of me isn’t enough for the pair of you.”

That caused Shouta to laugh. “Babygirl, we quite literally have our hands full. We could not handle another pet. If there was another of us, we still wouldn’t want a second one of you. You’d be enough.”

That somewhat mollified the little seed of insecurity you had; you wondered if it satisfied him.

The sternness of his expression said otherwise. “You still should not have said what you said. What if she had run off?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you replied, gazing down into your lap.

He shook his head. “I’m afraid you owe more than an apology. I’m tempted to have you make it up to Hawks himself. He’s having to put his girl under a form of house arrest like what we had you under when you first came to us.”

You balked. She was locked up? 

“He doesn’t get to play with her or anything until she realizes how good she has it.” He sighed. “But I don’t know if I can trust you to be good for someone else. You gave Hitoshi a Hell of time.”

“I really am sorry,” you muttered. You didn’t want to be pawned off on Hawks to play with while his pregnant wife was suffering. That sounded horrifying. They wouldn’t really do such a thing, would they?

“He might not have his girl with him for a month. I’m gonna talk to him about it. In the meantime, how about you c’mere. I’m gonna give you a spanking and discuss everything with Hizashi to see if maybe you shouldn’t also go into isolation for a while.”

Your mouth gaped. “Daddy, no! Please!” You sat up on your knees and pleaded with him. You had loathed your isolated time; it was unnecessary as well. You were their obedient, happy pet. You’d adjusted to being with them. You didn’t want to leave. Why put you away in a room by yourself when they could have you with them quite happily?

“Kitten…” he warned, patting his knee.

You shamefully crawled toward him, lying with your stomach over his lap for him to pull down your lounge shorts and panties. He stroked your ass before beginning.

And then he started with a series of heavy slaps, each one stinging more than the last as they focused on your sit areas.

Tears steadily leaked from your eyes and onto the couch as you anticipated the further punishment ahead. This was the first time you’d seriously gotten in trouble since coming to them and it worried you. You’d been so good for so long, to slip over another person… it made you feel stupid, useless, like a child who’d made the dumbest mistake. And it wasn’t like it had helped the girl. She was sitting somewhere alone now, locked away while pregnant. Who knew how often she even got to see another person since Hawks had those feathers to deliver food and help see to her needs.

By the end of your spanking, you were openly sobbing like a naughty child.

Shouta pulled up your shorts and sat you on his lap, rubbing your back. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s right here. I’ll make it all better.”

You threw your arms around his neck and clung to him, crying harder. He didn’t seem to mind your tears soaking his shirt, and just let you, soothing you all the while.