Warmth | Yandere!EraserMic x Reader
Description: It’s the dead of night and you find yourself unable to sleep due to the cold. Luckily (or unluckily) for you, your captors have just the idea to help you out.
- Trigger Warnings - Mentions of kidnapping, restraints, and obsessive tendencies. (Y/n)’s willingness is ambiguous at first, gradually accepting. Nothing too serious is shown, since this is meant to be fluff.
Age of Characters - Shouta and Hizashi are in their 30s. (Y/n) is 20+.
Gender Identity of (Y/n) - Unspecified. Gender-neutral pronouns are used.
Your body wavered as unrelenting shivers rippled through your skin. With curled knuckles, you clutched the duvet tightly as you clung for any semblance of warmth underneath the fabric. It's so cold that the warmth from your breath created small, fleeting clouds before your face. Or maybe you were just delirious due to sleep deprivation. The coldness nipped sharply at your exhausted state, forcing you to remain conscious despite your longing to sleep. It was uncomfortable and unbearable. It had never been this cold in the house before. At this rate, you aren't going to get any ounce of sleep.
As dusk ascended, the late hours swathed the sky in a vantablack canopy, illuminated by the bespeckled constellations and the pale glow of the moonlight. Your eyelids narrowed in focus as you squinted, looking at the window. Maybe one of your "partners" unlocked it without your knowledge. Maybe to let some of the winter air inside, you thought to yourself, but the thought was squandered immediately. Considering their tendency to be... overprotective, that was wishful thinking at best. The latches fastened to the frame attested to this. You were a captive for a reason- despite being a coddled one, at that. If the windows were locked, then the source of your problem was somewhere else. You rolled onto your side as you cradled yourself into a fetal position. Your ears seemed to ring as you noted the lack of audible ambience in your bedroom, signifying the absence of an active furnace.
You groaned loudly, grumbling as you thought about the two men. How could they expect anyone to sleep through a freezing night such as this, without so much as a furnace on? Were they not cold as well? You knew damn well Shouta would've bitched about the cold, considering that man is a walking furnace. Your cuddle sessions with him proved that time and time again. Well, maybe Shouta could handle the cold, if he's bundled up in his sleeping bag and all, but Hizashi being as finicky as he is would've pulled one of his tantrums, and would likely force his husband to deal with it. You could practically hear Hizashi's babyish complaints as you imagined the scenario; the thought of a shivering Mic clinging to the ever-stoic Eraserhead brought a soft grin to your lips. Then again, Mic was likely responsible for this, he could be so irresponsible at times... Was it beyond the hyperactive man to forget about basic tasks like turning on the furnace? No. No, it was not. He probably got distracted playing with one of the cats... Speaking of, where the hell are the cats? You sure would love to nestle with one of them right now... Mochi, preferably, the chonky bastard that he is.
“Ugh.” Your forearm rested on your temple and your half-lidded eyes drilled into the ceiling above- your gaze heavy with lethargy. You didn’t feel like tossing and turning for the remainder of the night, but you also didn’t feel like getting up knowing you'd have to address this to your "husbands."
Another involuntary yawn passes from your system, and you smacked your fist against the headboard in frustration. Tossing, turning, and huddling for warmth proved as futile efforts to ease you into slumber. At this point, your somnolence and desire to sleep overwhelmed your reluctance, and with a heaved sigh, you decided to seek assistance from your oh-so beloved captors. With sluggish movements, you arose from the bed and slipped a thin blanket over your form along the way, clinging to it like a baby. A short while ago, the duo removed your restraints, granting you the privilege of being able to wander about the home freely. You could try to escape, but you aren't certain if you should. You aren't confident if you'd even make it that far to begin with.
Ever since your . . . "arrival" to their home- ahem, YOUR new home- you’ve displayed to them your obedience to them, your ability to do as they say without much complaint, and thus, they were able to trust you enough to wander the house of your own accord. So long as you never attempted to leave. That would be a problem. A very big problem. After all, they never intended of confining you indefinitely. That would be cruel, wouldn't it? Keeping you locked away forever? Their precious darling? In the very least... they wouldn't keep you locked away your bedroom.
What, did you really think you would be able to leave the house? Much less alone? Unshackled? Don't be ridiculous. They would allow you to wander the house. But that was the limit of their generosity.
They could trust you. They wanted to trust you. You’d be sure to not waver that trust, lest you desired to face an unpleasant consequence.
As your feet grazed the smoothness of the cold wooden floor, it sent another shiver down your spine. You slowly made your venture to the room of your devotees. Your knuckles reached out to knock on the slightly ajar door. Hesitation ensued as you noticed the dull golden glow of a lamp streaming from the gaps in the door frame. They were still awake? Then why the hell is it still so damn cold-
A stifled noise of surprise escaped your throat as a voice unexpectedly called out. Aizawa’s velvetly voice reached you from inside the room, sending a jolt down your body, bringing you back to the present. You weren’t expecting to have been caught so quickly. Should you be surprised? Not really. They were pro-hero's, after all; with advanced senses and capabilities, they remained the best of the best in their respective hero careers, Aizawa especially.
You stood there awkwardly, unaware of what your next move should be, when you finally noticed the difference in temperature. The wood below your feet absorbed the coldness, and you felt the warm air in their bedroom seep out, wafting against your cold skin like an inviting caress.
“Don’t just stand there. Come inside.”
His stoic beckoning urged you to move, pulling you from your thoughts. With the warmth emanating the room, you could hardly refuse. You cleared your throat and pardoned your entry as you sidled inside. As you entered the room, the warmth slowly enveloped you. As inviting as it was, you were visibly nervousness. You weren't used to being in their room yet. Hell, you were still adjusting to being their captive lover.
“No need to apologize. You're free to enter our bedroom anytime. You know this.”
The atmosphere was quaint and content. Shouta was propped against the bedframe with a book in his hands, using the light from the bedside lamp to illuminate the words. Mochi was sleeping peacefully on his lap, purring like a motorboat. At the end of the bed, resting in cute little loaf positions, were Sakura and Koko, the other two cats. Shouta finally turned his gaze away from his book to acknowledge you. Obsidian eyes, framed by a curious brow, peaked at you from behind partial strands of raven hair. He could tell you were nervous, but didn't make a point to mention it. His pajamas consisted only of a pair of sweatpants, and his shirtless frame ignited a blush across your cheeks. To his left was a slumbering Hizashi, splayed out across the kind-sized bed with his back turned to the both of you. His long, golden blonde hair was in a similar state of disarray, spilling out across the fabric, yet retained a luminous shine under the gentle glow of the light. The blanket covering his form rose and lowered in synchronization to his breathing.
They seemed rather cozy, didn't they?
Mild irritation crept along your disposition in the form of an analytical gaze. Why was it freezing in your bedroom, but not in here? The sight of their coziness made you a bit annoyed. The Erasure hero, as observational as he was, appeared to notice your agitation. An almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lip as he interjected your thoughts.
“Is something the matter? It’s late, you know. You should be asleep by now.”
His words carried an air of innocent deception- a hint of condescension tinctured the way he phrased his otherwise apathetic statement. His worry seemed sugarcoated, almost. As if he actually was expecting your presence.
You blinked, realizing your silence.
“Yeah, um,” you nervously spoke, trying to find your words as you gestured to the hallway, “do you not find it cold? Maybe not in here, but out there?”
“No. Why do you ask?” he questioned with a half-hearted tone as he closed the book and placed it on the bedside table.
Is he taunting you? Why else would you ask? You couldn't help but ponder as a quirk of suspicion caused your eyebrow to arch. The two men always kept such a close eye on you, ensuring your basic needs were met. There’s no way he wasn’t aware of the temperature. It wouldn't be very "loving" of them, as they say, had they not been aware.
“It's freezing in my room. I can't exactly sleep because of it.” you explained as you cradled the blanket closer to your body.
Aizawa closed his eyes and hummed in acknowledgement, “Is that so?”
“I wonder what can be done about that.”
Turn on the furnace, maybe? You thought to yourself sardonically. His tone got on your nerve but you didn't have much time to mull over it as your attention was redirected to Present Mic, who began to stir in his slumbering state. Aizawa moved a hand to rest on his husband’s back. With a placid voice and a gentle shudder, he eased the blonde male into a wakefulness. Hizashi shifted to face your direction, his upper bodyweight supported by one of his palms as he awakened. He rubbed his eye with his one hand and glanced between you and his husband.
Groggily, he asked aloud, “Ah? What are my two lovebirds doing up so late?”
“(Y/n) can’t sleep.” Shouta responded, his tone matching the stoicism displayed on his expression.
The tiredness seemed to fade almost immediately as a shit-eating grin brightened across Hizashi’s face. He exchanged a knowing glance with Shouta, who raised an amused eyebrow. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Ah, really? That’s such a bummer.”
“It’s apparently "too cold".” Shouta's monotonous tone faltered as he added to the conversation with a sickeningly sweet inflection, accentuated by the vague contortion of a smile creeping up on the corner of his lip.
“It's too cold? Oh, my- who could have seen this comin'?!”
“Indeed. What to do, what to do.”
Oh, those sneaky motherfuckers.
They definitely messed with the temperature.
You were tempted to smack their grins away. This was preplanned, wasn't it? A ploy of sorts to lure you into their love nest? Another way for them to smother you in their endless, loving affectations? You wouldn't entertain their games. You're far too tired for that. Instead, you feigned ignorance, and cleared your throat as you spoke up.
“Maybe you can turn the furnac-–?”
“PSSSH!” the blonde fiercely interjected as he admonished the suggestion, “C’mon, now, that’s so boringgggg-uh. Why don’t we make this interesting, eh?”
“"Interesting?"” you repeated in confusion.
“Put two and two together, my little Songbird~ You've got two personal heaters right here! In the form of your most beloved husbands.”
“I agree. After all, the most efficient way to warm yourself up is through body heat.” Aizawa added.
“--with the added bonus of our furbabies, of course!!” Hizashi exclaimed as he held up a helpless Mochi, his small cat legs dangling in the air as he meowed softly in protest.
He gave the blonde man a cold, deadpanned stare, but it wasn't unkind. A flicker of amusement was evident in his gaze as he watched Hizashi pout like a child, putting down Mochi, who eagerly snuggled into his side, despite having been ragdolled just a moment ago. The two men then focused their attention back to you, waiting for your response expectantly.
A series of embarrassed stammers slipped from your lips as you stumbled over your words, unable to formulate a proper response. Needless to say, you were rather flustered by their words. Sure, you've cuddled with them before, but... never in their bedroom, and never overnight. The idea wasn't met with outright rejection from your end but the atmosphere added a rather intimate element to the suggestion that you simply couldn't ignore, leaving you feeling a sense of abashment despite the innocent nature of their affection. You were still adjusting to this new life of yours, after all, being a partner to two men who were insanely captivated by you. Both of them, as if sensing your hesitancy, softened their patronizing expressions, and were quick to part you some words of encouragement.
“There's no need to be so shy. We aren't going to bite, you know.”
“Yeah, baby. We're all friends here, yeah? Of course, we're more than that, but ya get it.”
Shouta departed from the bed and approached you with a relaxed gait. His tall, slender form seemed to overshadow you as he hovered behind you and draped his hands onto your shoulders. Calloused fingertips worked around the blanket to stroke against the bare skin of your arms. Under his delicate touch, an amorous tingle ignited in your skin. Your breath hitched and your visage radiated with warmth; you’re sure Mic will tease you for your display of mortification, but his expression was sweet and tender as he gazed at the two of you. Shouta's head lowered to the nape of your neck, lips brushing against your flesh as he paused in a momentary stage of contemplation. He moved to your shoulder blade and hummed in contemplation, instigating a shudder from your body, and you could feel a small frown form on his lips against your skin.
“You’re freezing, kitten. Come lay with us.” the black-haired male cooed gently.
“We’re not asking.” he affirmed with an assertive toe as he brushed strands of hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your skin, “You’ll get better sleep if you stay with us for the night. Don’t you think, Hizashi?”
The blonde man chuckled as he nodded in agreement, “I do indeed, Sho! Get over here, Songbird. Stay with us overnight for once, yeah? We insist~!”
“You need to know that you're safe with us, (Y/n). And we'd never do anything to harm you. We'll make sure you get the rest you need. Just trust us.”
Silence was your response as Shouta decided for you. You posed no resistance to their command. Despite this, you didn't oppose the idea. Cuddling with the two men, along with the three cats, was an irresistible offer, and you couldn't help the surge of affection that coursed through your being as you allowed yourself to get comfortable in the love and care they possess for you.
He ushered you to the bed, with his hands interwoven with your own. From there on, you complied to their ministrations. Hizashi crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket away from you. He inched closer and ducked his hands over your waist and planted his face in the curvature of your neck. Your head tilted to the side slightly as he did so, and Shouta took this opening to kiss you so tenderly. Your mouth locked with his in a slow, sensual embrace of lips. Hizashi manipulated his hands in a continuous rhythm on your arms for friction- the action worked as you slowly felt yourself start to warm up, the heat beginning to weigh you down with exhaustion.
“You really are cold, huh? Don’t worry, Songbird. We’ll get you nice and toasty warm in no time.” Hizashi gently purred into your ear as you and Shouta relinquished the kiss.
In the immediate absence, Hizashi claimed your lips, letting out a low giggle into the kiss that vibrated through your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Shouta gazed on with a fond glint in his dark gaze, the gentle purring of the cats in the background adding to the safe and comforting atmosphere.
The two men then guided you to lay down on the bed. Not a moment was taken for granted as they cuddled up against you, their legs intertwining with your own. Shouta embraced you from behind while Hizashi snuggled into your chest. Shouta’s hands gently maneuvered your waist and his fingers grabbed ahold of your sides, his strong arms secured around your soft body. Hizashi pressed himself into your collarbone as his hands slid over your shoulders- his fingers interlocking behind your neck. The cats were quick to snuggle with you, too, as Mochi hopped on top of your entangled bodies, with Koko and Sakura following suit. The three of you were amused by the clinginess of the cats, eagerly accepting them into the cocoon of love shared between you all. Shouta peppered the side of your face with delicate kisses as Hizashi moved his lips against yours once again in a slow, but passionate pace to your own. You were wholeheartedly enveloped by the two men, with no chance of escaping. But maybe you didn't want to.
In your eyes, you didn't have much to complain about. At least they cared for you, tended to your needs. With tender care, they ensured you were well-pampered, though you never demanded much, and maintained a relatively reserved demeanor, confined within your boundaries. You still valued your independence, after all. Even after they ripped it away from you by whisking you away into their lives forever.
Even after all this time, you remained uncertain if it was romantic love or twisted obsession, in regards to what they felt for you. But their actions spoke volumes; their devotion to you remained a boundless certainty as they shower you in blinding adoration; so much so, it subconsciously detached you from the concepts of normalcy. Maybe you’ve already grown used to their loving insanity. And as you saw it, you could’ve been kidnapped by people with less than pure intentions and treated much more differently, so you had no right to complain.
Hizashi parted from the kiss, but your lips were quickly captured by Shouta as he pecked you once more, the taste of strong dark coffee lingering as he pulled away.
“Bet that warmed you up real good, didn't it? Cuddles, kisses, and kitties, who wouldn't want that every night?” Hizashi chuckled, causing you to let out an abashed giggle in response.
Aizawa quirked a brow, peering down at you, silently amused by your shyness despite the affectionate situation. Despite this, his tone took on a bit of a firmer inflection as he spoke.
“There's no reason to be so quiet.”
“I think their silence speaks volumes. I can tell they love us just as much as we love them!” Hizashi hummed as his grip on you tightened, not painfully, but it served as a constant reminder of his presence. A slightly possessive sign, an all-too familiar one, but an accepted one, nonetheless.
“You wouldn't have had to ensure the coldness if you simply moved into the bedroom with us.”
“Fo' sho, Sho'!” Hizashi drawled with poor pronunciation, earning himself a collective eyeroll from you and Shouta.
Hizashi chuckled awkwardly at his corny joke before rephrasing, “Aha, I just mean, what's the point in living together if we're gonna be in separate rooms? Helloooo~?! We're a throuple! And that's not what normal relationships do, ya dig? We gotta be tighter than bark on a tree!”
Well, this wasn't a normal relationship to begin with.
You pursued your lips as you shook away the thought. You decided to break the ice, almost literally, by confronting them with your suspicions.
“Did you guys mess with the temperature on purpose?” you muttered in a deadpanned tone.
Hizashi's lip protruded in mock-dumbfoundedness as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Maybe we did, maybe we didn’t. What’s it to ‘ya if we did?”
His playful dismissiveness did nothing more than prove your point. You couldn’t express much disdain other than a repressed scoff as you remained huddled between the two men, maximizing warmth. Again, you weren't going to complain about the conditions. It was much cozier sleeping between them than alone in your bed, you had to admit...
“Don't worry about that, (Y/n),” Shouta gruffly stated, brushing his ear to your lip, “Do you feel any better?”
“I do,” you murmured, “thank you.”
“Anything for you, kitten.” he assured you tenderly, “But, back to what Yamada said... There’s no reason for us to be separated. We aren't strangers to you anymore and we refuse to be.”
“It’s exactly as Sho-chan says. You don’t need to be cooped up in that room all alone anymore. We can share this bed together, as the lovers we are and will always be.”
Aizawa huffed at the nickname, but didn't say anything against it, choosing to agree with the sentiment spoken. He clung to you, muttering softly into your ear, “Isn’t that a fine idea, kitten?”
A soft smile graced your lips as you nodded in agreement. The slight tension in their bodies eased at your acquiescence. A comfortable silence persisted, broken only by your breathing and the soft purring of the cats as you gently reached out to pet them. Exchanging body heat with the two men, the warmth coursed through your entire being, stimulating a surge of pleasant weariness as your body continued to relaxed. It was unbelievable, how utterly boneless you were, cocooned protectively in the arms of your captors. As the coldness gradually receded from your body, you allowed yourself to melt like a puddle into their sweet embrace. The two men noticed the tension leave your body, exchanging a satisfied glance between each other, before they cradled you closer to their bodies. Their plan had worked, and now the three of you are closer than ever before. Nothing wrong with a little bit of harmless manipulation, eh? As the three of you lay there, they caressed and cradled and stroked you in a successful attempt to ease you into a comfortable rest. The warmth of their bodies, pressed closely against yours, combined with their gentle efforts to soothe you, provided you with the most restful sleep of your life. But before the welcoming embrace of slumber could take you whole, you heard them part loving words to you.
And you couldn't help but reciprocate their love with the genuine love you now felt for them, too.
Maybe this wasn't so bad, afterall.