Summary: You’re on a mission, and your goal is to pretend to be spouses for the sake of the mission. However, your partner seems a little too eager to play the part, which makes you suspicious of if he actually fancies you.  And the mission comes to an end with a confession

Trope: Fake dating Fanfic type: Headcanons Pairings: Fue x gn!reader , Nozel x gn!reader , Yami x gn!reader , Zora x gn!reader , Magna x gn!reader Requested by: @hybridanafrost​ Warnings: There’s the mention of “bastard” (affectionate) in one part Genre: General/fluff Total length: ~1.9k

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I have a few requests in my inbox about Yami liking reader better than Charlotte, so I decided to make the prompt into a kind of a character study. So... Summary: Yami tells Charlotte that he's not romantically interested in him, Charlotte is a little jealous, and in the end Yami confesses to reader, and asks her out

Yami isn’t picky by any means when it comes to positions, and he’d agree on there being the best suiting option for various scenarios, locations and occasions. And even in the bedroom, where there isn’t the restrictions of location and a scenario, such as a quicky while on the go, he would find all positions to have something he’d love.

If you’re riding him, he’d have a front row seat to watching you riding a cock; your breasts almost begging to be given a firm squeeze. If you’re under him with your legs wrapped around his waist, he gets to see you as a moaning mess under you. If your legs are flung over his shoulders for a deep penetration… well, he’d get to hit your sweet-spot. It’s all win-win to him.

But. His favourite, even if by a hair, would be him in a half up-right position with you on his lap. It would have the benefits of you riding, combined with grinding motion and the intimacy of missionary. Plus, if you got tired, all you’d need to do is sit still as he’s pounding into you.

And in case you got tired, and would slump against his chest right after climaxing, he’d get to hold you close, run his fingers through your hair and whisper into your ear: “You did good baby…”

Intimacy and reassurance. It might be very surprising, while looking him on the surface, but if you consider how lonely it must’ve been for him while growing up, in a distant, foreign land, it’s understandable. He does have memories of affection and a loving home, but for a good portion of his life, he was denied of them.

So, if you show him your desire to be with him, to show him reassurance and affection, he can’t help but feel a need to get even closer to you. Holding you in his arms won’t suffice to him, though, at times, he has to snuff out his desires because of the setting. But. If you’re there for him, tell him that you’ll love him, always, he wouldn’t say much to it, but he’d be filled with this overwhelming desire to get as close to you as possible. It’d be a strange sensation that he couldn’t quite dress into words, but it would result into him trying to convey his emotions the best he can. And thus, he’d like to make sweet, and passionate, love to you.

Yami is on team “drink your daily dose of Respect Women – juice”, so he wouldn’t do something to you if you didn’t want it. But he would be very open to trying out new things. Though breath-play would be pushing his comfort zone. He just doesn’t like the idea of strangling his beloved. Just like the idea of doing something without your consent wouldn’t sit right with him.

Once he ate a little too much sauerkraut and cut one in the middle of sex, a loud one. Which made him stop in his tracks, and his face was just absolutely hilarious, so you couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

Yami has had one or two one-night stand in his younger years, back when he was a lot more lonely and didn’t have the friendships he has nowadays. Because he didn’t have anyone to turn to, he sought comfort from other things.

But he always made sure that the other party would know that it was just a casual hook-up and nothing more, before doing the deed. He’s a good guy after all, and he doesn’t want the other to hurt because of his need for affection.

He hasn’t had a threesome, because of having had those few instances of sexual experience before winding up into a relationship, that had to do with affection and wanting to feel close to someone, even if for a moment; it wasn’t the point of the act. Threesome, and having as much as possible in a small timeframe, wasn’t the reason why he had sex.

And that’s not the point for him in the future either. He does have occasionally those thoughts, and he might even fantasize about it, but it’s not something he’d actively seek. Even if you brought it up, he’s a territorial man, and there might be an essence of… feeling inadequate and that he’d have to share you with someone else.

He wants to make you feel good, and he wants to be highly successful in it. And thus, implying that you “need” another set of hands in the bedroom, might dent his ego. But you could talk him into it. Since it is something that he has visited in his fantasies, he wouldn’t be downright opposed to it. As long as you emphasize that you’re not unhappy with his performance, you’re good.

Yami is groggy in the mornings, so he’d much rather have your legs flung over his shoulders as he pumps into you, later on in the evening, or at night. Besides, though it’s never really quiet and peaceful around, it’s much more so at that time. Most are going to bed, or are already sleeping, so there’s less of a chance for interruptions.

But. Of course, because it is quiet, you have to try to keep quiet too. Which can be extremely hard, because of just where he’s reaching in you with, every, single, thrust. All the while he’s giving you a cocky smirk.

“What’s the matter baby?” He’d chuckle, making you unable to decided if you wanted to smack him or tell him to pick up the pace.

And because of your defiant look, he’d pick up the pace.

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It had finally happened. The hard headed, rugged man you had fallen deeply in love with, had finally become to know your feelings for him. And better yet, you had found out that he reciprocated your feelings. Quite frankly, you hadn’t anticipated it, because he always seemed so confident; he seemed like one of those people who would tell you of their heart’s desires. He seemed like the type of a person to confess without hesitation… but in reality, he had rubbed the back of his head, much like a school boy who always tried to act so tough. Deep down, he had been just as scared as anyone else of getting his heart broken.

And now, there you were, flying on a broom to somewhere. Finral could have transported you, but Yami remarked something about it being about the journey and not the destination. You didn’t quite understand what that was about, but perhaps he’d explain it later on. Not that it mattered much in the moment, for you concentrated on his presence, and the way he was pressed against you for the sole reason of ‘not having flown a broom with two people for a long time’ and you needing to stay close to him because of it.

The way his body wrapped around you, as you sat there, in front of him, let his warmth envelop you, and you resisted the urge to lean back and press yourself against him. But, as he sat so close to you, your wish and desire was quenched just enough for you to resist it. The way you could feel his scent, the cigarette smoke that combined with his musk, enveloping you, caressing you. His presence brought strange serenity to you, almost as if lulling your very soul into a tranquil state where you just watched the sceneries go by.

The evening sun painted the world into warm light, shadows dancing with the soft light, making it seem almost as if all the world was waltzing around you. Yami kept flying relatively low, just low enough to admire the nature around you, but still high enough the see the landscape unfolding before you. There was something incredibly beautiful about it all, about the thick forests, the open fields, the rivers and the mountains, the barren and the lush. It was all so very different, but there was such beauty in it all.

And despite telling you about not having flown with anyone in a long while, the ride was smooth, a few passing winds tried to shake the two of you, but it was to be expected. So, you didn’t think much more about it. It was just a part of the journey.

Half an hour later you finally asked Yami where you were going. But instead of giving you a proper answer, he only chuckled out with that low, grumbling voice of his which seemed to vibrate through the air and onto your skin, making you tickle: “You’ll see…”

And when he finally lowered you down, you saw a picnic laid out onto the ground on top of a quilt, but the thing was, it wasn’t that far from the base. You could easily have walked.

“Yami… what was up with the flight?” You asked while quirking an eyebrow as you hopped off the broom.

“I told you. It’s not about the destination, but about the journey,” he shrugged. “Or didn’t you like the flight?”

You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about the landscapes you had passed, and the comforting presence of his that had cradled you for the past half an hour or so.

“No… that’s not it,” you shook your head. “As long as you’re with me, I’m down for any journey or road to travel,” you smirked.

A faint smirk rose to his lips as his gaze cascaded over you, soft as the last rays of sun that were about to disappear behind the horizon. “Good to hear…” he only spoke with a hushed tone, but there was something about it that spoke volumes. There was something about those words that seemed to weave your hearts together. And you didn’t mind, not one bit.

I have a few requests in my inbox about Yami liking reader better than Charlotte, so I decided to make the prompt into a kind of a character study. So... Summary: Yami tells Charlotte that he's not romantically interested in him, Charlotte is a little jealous, and in the end Yami confesses to reader, and asks her out

Jealousy

You stared out of the window into the rain, resting your head against the palm of your hand while leaning against the windowsill. The base was unusually quiet, but since most of the squad was out on missions, or training on their own, it was no wonder. Yami had been particularly busy as well, which meant that Finral had to transport him around, making Finral busy as well. So, you couldn’t leave very far either, unless you flew with your broom, but given the weather, the idea didn’t seem all too appealing.

And, even if Finral had been around and willing to give you a lift, you weren’t sure if you would have wanted to leave. Not because then you’d potentially miss Yami coming back, and since you hadn’t gotten a lot of opportunities to spend time with him, just the two of you, you didn’t want to miss any chances to do so. Actually, when you thought about it, you couldn’t recall more than having passed him by in the past few weeks. And that realization made your eyes fall closer to the ground than they already had been as your body slouched further forward.

The weather outside now seemed to depict how you were feeling, as if closed off from the rest and shivering in your solitude, while the grey clouds that hung above your head tried to keep pushing you further and further down. And in that moment, you craved Yami’s strong arms being wrapped around you more than you could remember feeling before. His heart beating against you, speaking to you the things he might never say out loud; not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t know how to, or perhaps, because he was afraid of losing you if he uttered them out loud.

After a while of staring out of the window, you thought about getting something warm to drink in the hopes of it warming you up. And if Charmy was in the kitchen, rather than tending her garden, maybe you could have a nice talk. About anything really.

You headed downstairs, but as you reached the common room, you were hit with familiar mana. And the recognition made your head shoot up towards the front door, from where the tall, rugged man you called “honey” walked in.

He rubbed the back of his head with furrowed brows, looking as if he was more than fed up with running around. But his eyes rose to you, the grey irises glowing the faint light of the room as his gaze met yours, pulling you in.

And you didn’t resist the pull, the call, the implore for you to come to him, which was why you dashed towards him. His name fell form your lips as you opened your arms, and tears of joy started collecting in your eyes as you couldn’t help but let the tender emotions of your reunion rise up from your heart.

He opened his arms, welcoming you to him. And as soon as your arms wrapped around him, so did his around you. But unlike usually, he didn’t wrap his arms over yours. Instead, it was as if he was scooping you up, holding you by the waist. And before you even fully realized it, you could feel your feet lifting from the ground, and his heart beating against yours.

His arms were sturdy, and holding you so securely that the very words of worry, scared and alone, were meaningless. All that was, was the way he embraced you, the way he lifted you up while holding onto you so tight, and yet, without squeezing the life out of you. His hold of you, was full of the soft, gentle emotions that he held in his heart, emotions that didn’t reflect his appearance, but were all the more real.

“Hey baby…” he paused for a moment, while flashing you a smile. “Gorgeous,” he corrected, as he lowered you back down.

“Hey,” you giggled as a reply. “I missed you,” you admitted in soft whispers.

“I missed you too,” he whispered back with a low, grumbling chuckle.

And just like that, the loneliness you had felt before, was now swept away by his presence; for all you could see and feel was him, holding you.

It had finally happened. The hard headed, rugged man you had fallen deeply in love with, had finally become to know your feelings for him. And better yet, you had found out that he reciprocated your feelings. Quite frankly, you hadn’t anticipated it, because he always seemed so confident; he seemed like one of those people who would tell you of their heart’s desires. He seemed like the type of a person to confess without hesitation… but in reality, he had rubbed the back of his head, much like a school boy who always tried to act so tough. Deep down, he had been just as scared as anyone else of getting his heart broken.

And now, there you were, flying on a broom to somewhere. Finral could have transported you, but Yami remarked something about it being about the journey and not the destination. You didn’t quite understand what that was about, but perhaps he’d explain it later on. Not that it mattered much in the moment, for you concentrated on his presence, and the way he was pressed against you for the sole reason of ‘not having flown a broom with two people for a long time’ and you needing to stay close to him because of it.

The way his body wrapped around you, as you sat there, in front of him, let his warmth envelop you, and you resisted the urge to lean back and press yourself against him. But, as he sat so close to you, your wish and desire was quenched just enough for you to resist it. The way you could feel his scent, the cigarette smoke that combined with his musk, enveloping you, caressing you. His presence brought strange serenity to you, almost as if lulling your very soul into a tranquil state where you just watched the sceneries go by.

The evening sun painted the world into warm light, shadows dancing with the soft light, making it seem almost as if all the world was waltzing around you. Yami kept flying relatively low, just low enough to admire the nature around you, but still high enough the see the landscape unfolding before you. There was something incredibly beautiful about it all, about the thick forests, the open fields, the rivers and the mountains, the barren and the lush. It was all so very different, but there was such beauty in it all.

And despite telling you about not having flown with anyone in a long while, the ride was smooth, a few passing winds tried to shake the two of you, but it was to be expected. So, you didn’t think much more about it. It was just a part of the journey.

Half an hour later you finally asked Yami where you were going. But instead of giving you a proper answer, he only chuckled out with that low, grumbling voice of his which seemed to vibrate through the air and onto your skin, making you tickle: “You’ll see…”

And when he finally lowered you down, you saw a picnic laid out onto the ground on top of a quilt, but the thing was, it wasn’t that far from the base. You could easily have walked.

“Yami… what was up with the flight?” You asked while quirking an eyebrow as you hopped off the broom.

“I told you. It’s not about the destination, but about the journey,” he shrugged. “Or didn’t you like the flight?”

You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about the landscapes you had passed, and the comforting presence of his that had cradled you for the past half an hour or so.

“No… that’s not it,” you shook your head. “As long as you’re with me, I’m down for any journey or road to travel,” you smirked.

A faint smirk rose to his lips as his gaze cascaded over you, soft as the last rays of sun that were about to disappear behind the horizon. “Good to hear…” he only spoke with a hushed tone, but there was something about it that spoke volumes. There was something about those words that seemed to weave your hearts together. And you didn’t mind, not one bit.

You inhaled. Air flowed into your lungs, filling you with the sweet scent of the flowers around you. Blades of grass tickled your skin as they danced in the passing summer breeze, which flowed over you, as if laying a blanket made of the softest, weightless cotton onto you. And that cotton was warmed with the trickling of sunlight through the skies.

A passing bird flew by, singing its tales to you, tales of far lands and vast skies.

“What are you thinking,” a low voice, sounding like safety mixed with smoke, asked, making your lips tug up into a smile.

You cracked open your eyelids to see Yami, wo had been seated next to you, gazing into the distance. His grey eyes, like ash laced with the light of hope, looked out into the world around you.

Ash in darkness, and yet it was laced with the glimmer of hope that made you feel secure; like nothing could touch you. And something told you that, that hope that glimmered in darkness, was the strongest of its kind.

“How handsome you are,” you replied with a giggle as you did indeed admire his features.

He closed his eyes, while shaking his head with a light chuckle.

“Right… Sunshine…” he replied with amusement as his eyes turned to you, flickering as if light from those ashen eyes.

His fingers found their way onto your cheek, right below the sunflower that was tucked behind your ear. His rough skin ran over yours, as if trying to trail it, trying to remember each imprint and groove of it; seeking to cherish you.

“You really are that,” he whispered while looking into the distance that existed in your eyes, as if thinking out loud.

But as the flowing traces of his syllables reached his own ears, he turned his gaze away, as if scolding himself for speaking it out. As if that admission, despite him calling you as his ‘sunshine’, was only meant for him; something he wasn’t quite prepared to admit to you. Not quite yet at least.

It was as if a cherished secret, or perhaps something that he dreaded, deep down, the knowledge of just how much you meant to him. The knowledge of just how far he’d go to keep you safe. But you knew. You knew it from the way he held your hand, the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking, the way he asked about your day, the way he held you close, and from the way his heart was beating under your ear each time you pressed your head against his chest. From all that, you knew just how much you meant to him, and it made you feel safe.

And because you knew just how far he’d go, you tried your very best to live up to his encouragement, to surpass your limits. So that he’d never need to cross that line. Because, you might have been his sunshine, the light of his life, but he was the ground on which you stood, your very world. And in his embrace, nothing could touch you.

Domestic Yami HCs

Yami isn’t picky by any means when it comes to positions, and he’d agree on there being the best suiting option for various scenarios, locations and occasions. And even in the bedroom, where there isn’t the restrictions of location and a scenario, such as a quicky while on the go, he would find all positions to have something he’d love.

If you’re riding him, he’d have a front row seat to watching you riding a cock; your breasts almost begging to be given a firm squeeze. If you’re under him with your legs wrapped around his waist, he gets to see you as a moaning mess under you. If your legs are flung over his shoulders for a deep penetration… well, he’d get to hit your sweet-spot. It’s all win-win to him.

But. His favourite, even if by a hair, would be him in a half up-right position with you on his lap. It would have the benefits of you riding, combined with grinding motion and the intimacy of missionary. Plus, if you got tired, all you’d need to do is sit still as he’s pounding into you.

And in case you got tired, and would slump against his chest right after climaxing, he’d get to hold you close, run his fingers through your hair and whisper into your ear: “You did good baby…”

Intimacy and reassurance. It might be very surprising, while looking him on the surface, but if you consider how lonely it must’ve been for him while growing up, in a distant, foreign land, it’s understandable. He does have memories of affection and a loving home, but for a good portion of his life, he was denied of them.

So, if you show him your desire to be with him, to show him reassurance and affection, he can’t help but feel a need to get even closer to you. Holding you in his arms won’t suffice to him, though, at times, he has to snuff out his desires because of the setting. But. If you’re there for him, tell him that you’ll love him, always, he wouldn’t say much to it, but he’d be filled with this overwhelming desire to get as close to you as possible. It’d be a strange sensation that he couldn’t quite dress into words, but it would result into him trying to convey his emotions the best he can. And thus, he’d like to make sweet, and passionate, love to you.

Yami is on team “drink your daily dose of Respect Women – juice”, so he wouldn’t do something to you if you didn’t want it. But he would be very open to trying out new things. Though breath-play would be pushing his comfort zone. He just doesn’t like the idea of strangling his beloved. Just like the idea of doing something without your consent wouldn’t sit right with him.

Once he ate a little too much sauerkraut and cut one in the middle of sex, a loud one. Which made him stop in his tracks, and his face was just absolutely hilarious, so you couldn’t help but laugh a bit.