#yatoki

Yato grips the backs of Yukine’s arms tightly, holds him in place above him. Yukine’s moans are almost pained as he undulates above him, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Yato’s name is spilling forth from his lips like a prayer and the god revels in it, rocks up into him roughly and pulls notes of an unwritten song, a capella and resonating in his shinki’s chest.

Yukine is bowed above him, his hips working desperately, his shoulder blades knotting together as Yato holds his arms in place, forces his hands to twist into the sheets on either side of his head.

“Y-Yato—” Yukine moans, and it sounds almost agonized as his back arches downwards, his hips rutting. He’s desperate for friction, cock leaking pre-cum onto Yato’s stomach in droplets, smearing when he accidently rubs his erection against the skin.

Yato won’t touch him, won’t allow him to touch himself. It’s pure agony.

If there were a Hell, it would be here, perched atop the God of Calamity, with hips rocking into him relentlessly and hands holding him where he is. This is a position of power he doesn’t have. He’s not in control, Yato is. As Yato thrusts up into him, however, he doesn’t care that he’s powerless, simply rolls with the punches that is the pleasure coursing through him, playing his vocal chords like a harp with a tempo much slower than his racing heartbeat.  

Pleasure hits him in peaks, crashing down like cresting waves and he’s drenched in sweat.

“Please—” he whimpers, and his pride is nonexistent, not when he’s this close. He grunts and straightens his back, rolls with more jerky motions, twisting his fingers further into the sheet in frustration and desperation. “Yato, please—”

Yato’s smirk is dangerous. “Please, what?” he asks, and his pace slows and the whine that tumbles forth from Yukine’s lips is absolutely debauched.

“Please—I need—” Yukine’s arms shake and he can’t manage a proper lift off of Yato, not with his arms held so tightly, all he can do is rock back and forth, and the motion isn’t enough.

“What do you need?” Yato’s voice has dropped low, and his eyes flash. Yukine shudders and bites his bottom lip hard, his teeth digging into the flesh, desperate for some sort of grounding when there’s electricity charging through him like lightning through clouds.

“Let me come,” he whimpers, and his head falls, his bangs hanging limply, jostling with the thrusts aimed into his body as Yato picks the pace up once again. There’s a smile on the god’s lips, mischievous and satisfied, and he releases Yukine’s arms, runs his hands up his thighs instead, feeling the trembling muscles as Yukine lets out something akin to a sob. He braces one hand against Yato’s abdomen, wraps the other around his cock, raises his frame until he’s upright, lifts off the god a few inches only to slam back down. He rides Yato properly now, bouncing only a few times with the god’s hands pressed firmly into the gentle and slight curve of his waist before his control breaks. It snaps like the base of a weak tree, in half, falling to the forest floor with a crash.

Yukine’s cum shoots across the god’s chest, painting up to the dips of his collarbones, coating him with pent-up frustration and pleasure. His hand slows and so does he, almost idly tugging on his softening cock, and his noises are light, but Yato hasn’t come yet, and the shinki’s lack of movement won’t make it happen any sooner.

Yato switches their positions, uses one hand to push Yukine’s thigh against the bed, the other arm is bent at the elbow, supporting his weight on his forearm as he mouths down the blond’s throat, reveling in the newfound moans his shinki supplies him with.

Yukine was standing by the door to the room he shared with Yato, wrapping a scarf around his neck, preparing to venture outside. From the bed, Yato says, “Where are you going?”

Yukine turns to him, a smile on his lips. “I’m going to visit my new friend Suzuha.”

New friend? Yukine doesn’t need friends, Yato bitterly thought, grumbling outwardly as the blond stepped out, sliding the door closed behind him.

Yato was left to his thoughts. Who was this Suzuha? Why was Yukine so happy to see him?

Out of curiosity, Yato decided to trail his shinki, following him down to an embankment to where a large cherry blossom tree stood, old and frail. Yukine ran up to another boy, enthusiastic in his step. Suddenly, the boy pulled the blond into an embrace, placing a kiss on his cheek, and at that moment anger flared in Yato.

He stormed away and returned to Kofuku’s home, returning to the room he shared with Yukine. He lied on the bed, bitterness now increased as he thought of Yukine kissing the boy, having feelings for him.

He felt uneasy. Was he jealous?

Of course he was. Yukine was his.

He waited in the same position for hours, anger simmering, until Yukine returned home.

When the blond slid the door open, Yato growled, “So just a friend, huh?”

Yukine closed the door, pulling his scarf off. “What are you talking about?”

Yato stands, advancing on the blond. He backs him into the wall, saying lowly, “What is that boy to you?”

Yukine’s cheeks are pink despite how threatening Yato is acting. He avoids his eyes. “He’s just a friend.”

“I saw you two. He kissed you.”

Yukine sputters. “Well, stop following me!”

“As your master, it is my responsibility to make sure you are always safe,” Yato says, but his voice is threatening.

“Are you jealous?” Yukine asks, and he’s aware of how close Yato is now.

Yato grabs the blond by the straps of his overalls, pulling him close. His lips brush against the shinki’s and he says quietly, “If I am?”

Yukine’s eyes are focused on Yato’s mouth, on how close they are. “Do something about it.”

Yato jerks the blond closer, kissing him hard on the mouth. One hand moves around his waist, holding him possessively, and he steps forward until Yukine is pressed against the wall. He kisses down the blond’s throat, whispering, ‘mine’ with each kiss.

Yukine moans quietly, hands moving to Yato’s biceps to squeeze hard. Yato moves to sit and Yukine follows him, straddling him on his knees. A mouth moves beneath his jaw once again, sucking on the sensitive skin.

Yukine’s breathing is quickening as he becomes more aroused, he palms himself, biting his lip when Yato grinds up into him.

One of Yukine’s overall straps falls down his shoulder, he feels Yato’s hand as it lifts at his shirt. The hand up his shirt brushes his nipples and he whispers a breathy moan, the stimulation overbearing as a thumb rubs at him, scratches him.

“You’re mine,” Yato whispers against the blond’s throat, and Yukine nods, his head tilting back as he grinds down onto the god. Hands move to the zipper on the crotch of his overalls and Yukine leans back onto one hand, feeling the stretch in his stomach as Yato pulls out his erection.

“Who do you belong to?” Yato whispers, and he rubs at the head of Yukine’s cock, smearing the precum that wells at the slit.

“I’m yours,” Yukine whimpers, exhaling shakily as Yato pumps him.

“Will you ever kiss that boy again?”

Words are lost on Yukine, he can’t speak when Yato is working him. He shakes his head and his hips jerk into Yato’s hand, close despite only being played with for a minute. “I- I won’t,” Yukine stutters, and Yato’s hand around him moves faster, brings him closer and closer until he comes, coating Yato’s hand on an upstroke, some of his cum landing on his overalls.

The stings at the base of his neck pain him; he’s growing weaker by the day as his regalia grows more and more disobedient. He grows weary much easier now, like an old man.

It never occurred to him to take matters into his own hands until now. All hope for the young boy to wise up was gone. Something dangerous was going to happen to Yato if he did not do anything to show the boy his place.

When they’re in an alley, Yato once again digging through garbage for salvageable food, he hears the comment Yukine gives beneath his breath. “Pathetic god.”

Yato corners him against the wall he was leaning against, and there is fear in his eyes for only a moment before his eyes return to their half-lidded challenging gaze. He meant for the god to hear him.

“Regalias are supposed to respect the god they serve under,” Yato says, his hands on either side of the boy now, pressed flat against the bricks in the wall. He stares him down, Yukine is unfazed.

“You aren’t a god worth respecting.”

The boy was wearing his only other outfit, a light blue sweater and a large chullo hat with braids and puffballs that reach past his chest.

“Take off your sweater,” Yato commands, voice flat. He was angry now, angry at the young boy that refused him. The sweater comes off and falls unceremoniously on the grime of the floor. Yukine’s pale skin contrasts against the name on his collarbone, the name given to him by the god he refused to obey. His vermillion eyes stare up at him, neither hesitant nor eager—simply neutral, uncaring.

“This shows that you are mine,” Yato growls, pointing to the name, the name of his shinki. “You belong to no other god but me.” He stares into Yukine’s eyes, narrowing his own. “You obey only me.”

Yukine breaks the eye contact with a roll of his eyes. “I didn’t ask for this,” Yukine retorts. “I didn’t want to be this.”

“I saved you. The least you can do is obey me in repayment, brat.”

Yukine leans upwards, close to the god, and whispers, “Make me.”

Yato slams the boy against the wall, pressing his hips against him, pinning him. His mind is buzzing with Yukine’s thoughts now, sudden and rushing into him, stumbling over one another. Yukine wants his mouth on his, wants his tongue, his teeth, but Yato will not give him the satisfaction, no. He moves his lips to the side of his throat and he’s sharp, nipping him quick, and the blond whimpers, hands moving up his spine to clutch at his track jacket. His tongue runs over the wound, and images wash over him. Sucking, biting in other places where skin is delicate.

Yato won’t give him the satisfaction.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, you little brat,” Yato growls into his ear, and he feels Yukine flinch as his cock twitches. Yato rests an elbow against the wall, runs his other hand down the blond’s side, and he hears a whimper.

He unbuttons Yukine’s jeans in an easy movement, pushing his hands down into the material to wrap around his half-hard cock. He pumps him a few times, watching Yukine’s face as he bites his lip, his body going rigid once again as he hardens in Yato’s hand. He blushes, glaring down at his hands and Yato can hear him already holding back sounds.

“Get on your knees,” Yato whispers, and Yukine glares up at him, about to protest, when the god pushes him down by the top of his head. “Get it nice and wet,” he says.

Yukine pulls down the waistband of Yato’s track pants, grimacing slightly before pulling out the raven’s half-hard cock. He wraps his hand near the tip, mouthing at it, suckling and pumping with the fingers he wrapped around the base. Yato leans his head against the wall, staring down at the blond as he works him to a full erection, and soon he has to bite his lip, because Yukine is sinking down on him and bobbing his head and it feels delicious. Yukine’s hands fall to his sides and he relaxes his throat and Yato sees it as an invitation, thrusts his hips until he’s down Yukine’s throat and he moans quietly, repeating the movement until the blond’s head is against the wall, until he chokes around him, pulling off and coughing into his hand.

“Hold still now,” Yato commands, and he intends to humiliate the boy as he works himself with one hand. “Open your mouth.”

“N-no,” Yukine replies, and he’s blushing, looking down, and Yato smirks down at him.

“Obey me, brat.”

“Y-Yato—”

The god comes, splattering onto the blond, across his mouth and cheeks. His cum drips down his face, off his chin and onto the ground. “Fuck—” the blond says, “this is disgusting—”

1. Do you have any plans for the Easter long weekend?

party hard w/ noiz

2. Favourite celebrity?

? ? ???  no celebrity 

3. Favourite fruit?

oranges 

4. If you can choose to live in any anime universe, which series would you choose? (keep in mind, you may or may not meet the characters)

k... .,, . project. .,. (totsuka tatara.. .. i will track him down and meet him ) 

5. Imagine yourself in the pmmm universe, what wish would you make in exchange for your soul?

kill hte kyuubey 

6. Imagine yourself in snk universe, which division would you try to join?

THE SURVEY CORPS because tiietans 

7. Clasp your hands together in front you, interlocking your fingers, which thumb is on top?

left

8. How important is anime to you?

i think cocaine 

9. Do you think you’ll ever stop watching/liking anime?

maYBE but hopefully not 

10. Would you ever consider dating someone you met online?

hm mm no ?/ maybe?? depends but probably not most likely not 

11. Write me a pun.