#yomikoto

[hopelilies]

They’re the worst and I hate them.

[alfiely-art]

Yuri attack !!!!! There will be More . . . After I Eat . . .

[apoplecticgalaxy]

Random interviewer: How does it feel to be voted the most hated man in Kanai Ward?

Yomi: In a city full of neanderthals, I wear the fucking badge of honor.

Interviewer: How about the rumors that your in love with the CEO?

Yomi: WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT-

[the-business-of-misery]

Is this not their vibe?

[austajunk]

B4 for makoyomi? (because of course)

They've totally explored each other's bodies before.

[kanai-ward-census]

Makoyomi propaganda

"I feel like after the truth is revealed to Kanai Ward, Makoto could have some sympathy for Yomi, who I assume is in prison. He could visit him daily, and eventually, Yomi isn't as tense around him anymore. He reveals his face to Yomi, and it goes on from there. That's what I like to believe could happen."

"EVIL TOXIC GAY GUYS RAHHHHHH. Okay but they're so silly. "He's like my shadow" "Masked Freak" ugh just kiss already."

"This is the funniest ship in the game hands down. Yomi is the Tom to Makoto's Jerry. The raging oil fire to Makoto's water sprinklers. The chlorine to Makoto's bleach. Yomi thinks they're playing 4D mind chess but Makoto is not only 20 steps ahead but is also eating the pieces purely for the fun of it. Cute pet names to call your loathed one: kindergarten playground level insults such as masked freak and balloon boy. Makoto calls Yomi his shadow. Shadow? Bro. Do you really expect me to believe they haven't explored each other's bodies in the form of terrible evil cringefail hatesex? They make each other worse and I think that's beautiful, like a glorious explosion from a train collision in which both trains are stuffed to the brim with nitroglycerine and RDX. They should feed into each other's toxic yaoi sludge until they create fumes so noxious they rot and suffocate in it together. There is no "fixing" here, only prime time entertainment for anyone watching on the sidelines. What's not to love?"

"THE rain code toxic yaoi hands down only hellxander could compete in it's radioactiveness and only BARELY. I have documented and posted each and every single one of their interactions and I can say, without a shadow of doubt, Kodaka knew what he was doing. Yomi was so fucking obsessed with Makoto it's fascinating and astounding. The magnificent homoerotic tension between the two or just from Yomi's side tbh Makoto was considerably more normal about it I'm so sorry. They could bond over both believing themselves to be KW'S saviors and yet doing the bare minimum for the people or actively making their life even worse. I am drowning. there's no sight of land. you are coming down with me. hand in unlovable hand. and i hope you die. i hope we both die."

Every Makoyomi interaction, documented by @seth-burroughs

[seth-burroughs]

Anyway

[yomikoto]

I think I’m going to take an indefinite break from Tumblr.

I dunno what it is in particular but I just...don’t feel great using it right now. It’s so much easier to just put things up on Twitter. Browsing Twitter is also just something I can easily flip through.

I’m @yomikoto on Twitter if you aren’t following me there. I’ll continue posting my art and random things to Twitter, but for now at least, I need to step away from Tumblr.

[the-business-of-misery]

Yomi has…varied responses when asked about his opinions on relationships and worms

[apoplecticgalaxy]

Makoto, throwing his head into Yomi's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Yomi, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

[apoplecticgalaxy]

Yomi: Look me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Makoto!

Makoto: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

Yomi: what

Makoto: what

[apoplecticgalaxy]

Guillaume: This totally sucks!

Yomi: This is horrible.

Guillaume: Yeah, I know! I mean, look at today’s news.

Yomi: No, it’s not that. It’s that masked freak.

Yomi: It’s just like, I can’t get him out of my head and every time I look at him I have this pain in my chest. And I just know it’s his fault, that bitch!

[apoplecticgalaxy]

Yomi: Every time I talk to you I feel so confused. I've never met anyone like you.

Makoto: Baeee stop lovebombing me

Yomi: What?

Yomi: This is not a compliment.

Yomi: You concern me.

[seth-burroughs]

for the ship bingo how about yomikoto and hellxander?

Yomikoto:

-wE ARE IN LOVE WE ARE AT WAR I FEED MYSELF YOU FEED THE POOR I WRITE THE FICTION YOU WRITE THE LORE THESE ARE ADDICTIONS THAT SEEM TO FORM AND IF I GET OUT I WON'T BE SAFE YOU ARE MY KEEPER I AM YOUR SLAVE YOU'RE IN MY THOUGHTS YOU'RE IN MY WAY-- sry what was the question. Anyway they are divorced no they were never married it just kinda happened .

Hellxander:

Yomi Hellsmile toxic yaoi at it's peak. "Yomi didn't give a shit about [random hitman] and sent him on that mission specifically to discard him just like Martina" how fucking DARE you show me the EVIDENCE you disrespect them you slander them you you. [Random Hitman] was stated to be one of Yomi's closest advisors and while talking with Yuma (who he thought was Yomi) he was wayyyyy to comfortable talking to him like they were best buddies. One could argue he just was massively audacious but then how did Yomi not eviscerate him for that huh and let him keep his position as """"""one of his ~closest advisors~""""""" huh huh got any rebuttal for that huh. Him being sent on the train mission was also not some elaborate way to kill him or whatever (?) he is a literal hitman he literally just gave him a job, that he - people (like. 4 people maybe 5 the fandom is not that big i have to admit this uh) tend to ignore this - literally would have succeeded at carrying out, if not for Yuma's death god powers that literally no one could account for let alone knew about. Yomi finally gets shipped with a man that's just as fucked up, evil and sadistic as him (maybe even more so! we do not know [Random Hitman]) and THIS is what you do to them. Disgusting

With that out if the way. Yeah I like it I think they should eat shit and die together

[apoplecticgalaxy]

Rain code as this experience im having:

They're near an amusement park and Makoto's like "hey Yomi you should go on a ride with me." and Yomi's refusing. because he's edgy. But eventually he points to the most terrifying ride in the park, this really tall bungee jump thing, and is like "That is the only ride I'll do with you, and you have to be the one to pull the cord to drop us."

And Makoto is scared shitless but he agrees, much to Yomi's surprise. Yomi's trying to convince him not to do it with like "Oh it's okay you don't have to do it if you don't want to" with a shit eating grin and a sarcastic tone. Bc he doesn't actually want to he just thought Makoto would say no. He's only like. a tiny tiny bit scared but hardly.

On the way Yomi's like "Wait- I don't know if we can do it, you might be too short"

Yomi's laughing his ass off, while Makoto is terrified. He's like "You're not even like. A little scared?" and Yomi gives him a deadpan stare and says "I don't feel fear."

When its over, Yomi points to the next scariest and is like "Tomorrow?" and Makoto's immediately refuses.

[austajunk]

7 and 9 for Yomi/Makoto? Maybe Makoto gets caught off guard and gets topped by Yomi?

Well! A Yomi and Makoto fic where Makoto is the sad bottom is quite a challenge to write, so I hope you enjoy this one. I had fun writing it but I feel sorry for Makoto. XD Fic below the cut.

Triggers: Sodomy, Non-con, prison sex, nipple clamps, and orgasm denial/edging

With a pulsing throb to the back of his head, Makoto Kagutsuchi awoke on the cold, hard ground of a prison cell inside of Amaterasu Corporation. That was to be expected. He couldn't very well trust going off on his own in the middle of the night without someone placing a target on his back on behalf of Yomi Hellsmile. Even with the pain stinging his senses, he didn't really feel all too surprised by that.

No. What was somewhat surprising was the chill of the air curving against his naked body. When he glanced down, he saw that he had been completely stripped of his suits. His hands were bound behind his back. At the very least, it seems he was left with the decency of being able to keep his mask. That, or perhaps Yomi would find it amusing to say that he was too hideous to be looked upon as he was tortured. Typical of Yomi Hellsmile.

For the next few hours, Makoto was left to himself. The prison was painfully quiet as though all the other prisoners down here were removed just so the focus could be on him. There was no need for witnesses, Makoto figured. The cameras posted at every corner of his cell would capture his torment. The worst of it was the cool air teasing his body. Oh, how he wished to slip into a warm bath filled with bubbles to coat and soothe his skin. Instead, the chilly air just made his body twitch and stiffen. His pale nipples stung, goosebumps surfaced across his sensitive flesh, and he trembled with a heavier breath leaving his lips.

Eventually, he caught a flash of that red hair and the smile of a devil peering in on him from behind the bars. Makoto was used to forcing a pleasant smile when Yomi Hellsmile was around and today would be no different…even behind a mask.

The door slid open and Yomi marched up to him to get a closer look. He relished standing above Makoto in such a way before grinding his boot in between Makoto's legs. "How's that feel, you freak?" He mouthed to him in a low, intimidating sneer. The underside of his boot placed its pressure to Makoto's cock, earning him only a twitch from his captive.

Makoto ignored him. "Well… you're getting it very dirty," he said back. "That's not very kind, is it, Yomi?"

Expecting a hit, Makoto braced himself for the result of his insolence. But it never came. Instead he found that widening grin all too unsettling. Yomi removed his foot and knelt down to his eye level.

"You don't like it?" Yomi mimicked a tone of pity and concern. "Shit. I thought this would be the kind of shit a fucked up usurper like you'd be into."

"Stepping on it would probably just hurt," said Makoto carelessly. Though the slight pressure against his shaft had gotten him halfway hard on the floor. Any touch besides the cold could probably do that, but Makoto found himself wanting more. More heat.

Yomi amused himself with tracing a sharp finger of his across Makoto's lithe chest, stopping to flick his stiff nipple. He rolled it between his fingers, then pinched it mercilessly until Makoto was forced to gasp and wince. "Oh, you like that? Sensitive here?" He tugged his left nipple as well. His nail dug into the flesh and drew a pained groan from the CEO. "Of course you are. Good news, you fucking menace. I have something that you'll like then."

The biting sting of metal tightened into his nipple and Makoto flinched, stifling a sudden cry. Yomi had latched a clamp to his left nipple as he pinched the right one to force it to swell between his fingers. The metal seared onto his right nipple to finish, tugging both his swollen nubs down by the large weight that swung over a heavy chain between them. A hot sweat broke out across Makoto's body as he panted, trying to adjust to the burst of pain flooding across his chest. With each inch of movement, the metal stung worse and made him move again to repeat the hellish process.

Yomi snickered and slid his hand upside Makoto's mask to tilt it up. He saw the redness of Makoto's cheeks and his wet eyes. The curl of his lips as he gasped and winced. Fuck… he could stare at that pained look forever.

"See? I knew you were sick in the head," hissed Yomi to the side of Makoto's ear. He gripped his light hair and tugged it back so Makoto could no longer avoid his gaze. "You look like you're ready to drool like a goddamn baby when I play with you."

"Hngh…" Makoto grunted. He didn't want to move, but Yomi twirled his fingers around the weighted chain and he was left in the torment once again.

"I brought more than one toy for you, you know?" Yomi waved a dark, cylindrical toy in front of him. If Makoto had to guess, it was something close to a hitachi wand, a vibrator of some kind.

"It's tempting to shove it up this tight hole of yours," continued Yomi with unhinged glee. "But where's the fun in that? I leave you stuffed to the brim and let you come buckets without my strict guidance? I'm so much better than that." He leaned in closer, digging a sharp bite into Makoto's ear shell.

"I want to train you. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be wet for me on my command."

Makoto could hear the click of the switch. He braced himself and tried to remain still as that low vibration was placed to the underside of his cock. It teased across his vein, massaging him and sending sweet vibrating motions to his open, purple slit. His breathing became shallow and agonizing. It was slow, but the pressure grew in a steady, uphill pattern across his hot flesh, making him move his hips. And of course, with each thrust or jerk of his body, the nipple clamps shifted and brought him down the path of more pain.

Between the hungry groans and whimpers, Makoto couldn't speak. Yomi merely smirked and flicked the switch to raise the vibration. The wand toyed with him and ran along his shaft, increasing the time spent playing with his girth. It felt good.

"Ngh…" The precum dribbled from the opening of his cock and Yomi slid a thumb across it to catch some of the excess.

"See?" He told Makoto, his voice entering that low, sadistic growl. "Tell me you were meant to be my whore instead of a the worthless CEO that you fucking are."

"..." Makoto sucked his face into a rebellious frown, defiance flashing in his eyes. His fingernails dug into his palms to raise himself above the pleasure he wished to succumb to.

"Awww, are you acting proud? Give it up. Tell me what I want to hear and maybe… maybe I'll let you come." A lie. Why would he ever give Makoto anything unless it amused him? He didn't want to see Makoto's face forming that little "o" of ecstasy, to watch his body curl up and convulse with satisfied lust. No. He wanted Makoto's cries, his pains, his begging and pleading with his eyes! Yomi didn't think there could be anything more beautiful in the world than Makoto Kagutsuchi on his knees, glancing up at him with his mouth open ready to accept Yomi's hot meat.

"N-No."

"What was that?!"

That irksome defiance made Yomi's blood boil. But he forced that pleasant smile… or at least, he felt it was pleasant enough for what he would make Makoto experience.

"Well, that's just fine!! Hahaha!"

It started with more metal clamps being added all over Makoto's body. His skin was pulled and stretched between the clamps biting into him. Every breath was a new form of hell. Yomi silenced Makoto's resistance by shoving the vibrating wand down his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. Makoto's gagged and drooled on the tool, the rumbling making him sick to his stomach. It made his mind spin until Yomi tugged it out and flipped Makoto onto the cold floor upon his chest, raising his slender ass into the air.

"You're still sopping wet, you freak.." Yomi said to him. Then he placed the vibrating wand to Makoto's puckered hole to admire the size of his large toy compared to Makoto's ass. Without mercy, he shoved the toy in and drove Makoto's into the floor with a howl of agony.

"Worthless CEOs deserve to get sodomized with a stick, but I'm just the most forgiving soul I know…I'll let it vibrate inside of you," added Yomi over Makoto's squeals and cries. In and out, in and out, he drove the toy inside of him back and forth.

Makoto bucked and plunged his head into the corner of the wall. Any sensation to block out this impalement. It started painfully tight. The vibrator could hardly squeeze through his walls. He was forced to open himself, to contract to survive as the tears formed in his eyes.

He laid on the floor, defeated. His body was covered in welts and bruises while his ass hung in the air. The vibration was something he adjusted to, but his cries had soon turned to wanting moans. His twitches had turned to jerking his hips in the air, offering his ass to be fucked harder. Stimulation. He needed more.

He wanted more. The sight of crimson hair flashed above him as Yomi watched him quiver as a broken mess on the floor.

"I…I want to…"

"I know," said Yomi with a snicker. "You want to come. You're ready to offer anything, even if it means kissing and licking the scum off my boots." He knelt down again to the ground, giving Makoto's ass a sharp slap. He watched the flesh bounce pleasantly and sighed.

"And maybe… if you learn to properly suck and clean your beloved leader's cock today, I'll let you come all over yourself sometime this week…"