#Noragami aragoto

[chrollc]

“Come Hakki; come take the crafters head off his shoulders.”

[yatorihell]

Father died in the background, ignored by the children he abused, as they saved the girl who saved them over and over again amen

[whitecloverart]

• Their first meeting | Their last meeting •

[highway-road23]

HOLY SHITTTTTTTT HOLY SHITTTTTTWHQJAKKAKA

THEY MAY WANNA MAKE NORAGAMI SEASON 3NSJSJSKKA

THERE IS STILL HOPE!!

[vodkartoons]

[yu2ki]

noragami final chapter icons 🎐

[digitalpetprincess]

Yato & Hiyori (Noragami)

[captainbrookeworm]

Recently, I've started reading the Noragami manga and rewatching the show, and I'm really enjoying it!

I had a bit more trouble with the coloring this t time than I did for the Fairly Odd Parents drawing, but I think I landed in a good spot in the end! Hopefully more practice will make me more confident!!

[philosophy-whore]

[pfpanimes]

⌕ noragami • yato.

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[manias-wordcount]

A Mere Promise (Yato)

Kinktober 2023 Day Two: Eating Out

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The Yato god has been very, very kind to you. Ever since you started working for him. Ever since he found you.

  When you were lost and alone, he opened up the doors to his new shrine to you. When you felt that you had no purpose- no reason to keep living on as you currently are, he offered you a job as his first even shrine maiden with a warm, kind smile. He showered you in compliments even when you struggled to be the priestess worthy of your god. He showered you in praise as you began to learn and grow with his care. He protected you. Kept you safe. Kept you warm. Kept you dry. Kept you fed. 

  Kept you happy. 

  He was your everything. He is your everything. Your entire world. For the small price of taking care of a few duties here and there. And even as his fame grew and his shrine grew vast and large and popular and crowded, your Yato was still there for you. He still kept you safe and warm. He kept you dry and kept you fed. But most of all? He made you feel special. As special as the day you first came to him without a home.

  “Mmm…you’re so sweet, aren’t you?”

  And as special as the day he first told you to drop your hakama to the ground at let yourself be tasted by your god properly.

  You whine at his words as a familiar heat rushes to your cheeks in response to his words. No matter how many times your god tells you to undress and let yourself be taken care of by him, you swear it’s as if your body will never allow itself to get used to it. Perhaps even your physical form has taken to worshipping him subconsciously? You do owe him more than just your life after all. You owe him your everything. It just so happens that part of your everything involved your god kneeling before you and lifting a leg over his shoulder as he takes what was always his in the first place. But still…

  “Um…my lord?” You find yourself mumbling out in a shaky voice. It’s hard to form full strings of words in sentences when he has you like this. Gripping at his clothes and his hair as you selfishly tug him much closer to your body than you, a mere little miko deserves. But it’s the moments that make you so flustered and so shy that add to your boldness.  And right now? The scene just so happens to be this particular moment where he chooses to take his good, sweet time in flicking his tongue against your poor, sensitive little clit. “Shouldn’t it be I who kneels upon the ground for you?”

  Your voice quivers as you voice your concern. Your leg shakes as it’s forced to be held up at an unfamiliar angle. And your pussy particularly floods itself with its own wetness as it’s given the lovely care and attention from your one and only savior. But while your body may only be human, you know in your mind that this couldn’t be right. How could it ever be right? 

      “Are you questioning me, my little follower?”

  Simple

  “N-no, sir. I’m sorry.”

  It’s right because he wills it to be.

  “Good girl.”

  And your god’s will is your law. 

  Even if it means choking down your moans and letting yourself be tongue fucked by the man you admire most. His word is law.

  So you stand there. You stand there with shaking legs and quiver moans as the tongue of a god laps at your insides like a greedy dog. You grip at his dark strands of hair as if he were nothing but just a mere mortal as you once were, and you squeeze. But there are no harsh words of opposition that come flying from his mouth. There are no cruel words of punishment that come biting at your skin. Only there is a god kneeling before you, holding you tighter and opening you up wider for his own personal enjoyment. Because why else would a god indulge in a creature of pitiful as you?

  Surely it’s not because he relishes in the sounds of your moans. Surely it’s not because he relishes in the feeling of your hips bucking into his face, trying to ride what was never yours to begin. And surely it’s not because he wants to worship you. As you worship him and only him. Surely it cannot be that. Because while your god is kind, you have heard his stories. You have listened to his rumors. The whispers of truths and tales and histories young and old. You have heard so, so many things. 

  Yet none of them explain why he’ll grab at your hips and pull you back into his await tongue when you start to run fight the pleasures that he gives you start to feel like too much. None of them explain why he’ll draw small circles into your skin when you start to whine and whimper about how he’s being too harsh- too cruel- when he sucks on your overstimulated clit like that. And none of them explain how soft, and sweet and gentle his eyes look when he peers up at you from below. Only for them to disappear from view as he takes another chance to lick at the entire expanse of your soaking-wet cunt once more before pushing his tongue through your folds. None of them explain a damn thing. 

  But some mysteries are left to those who are smarter. Those who are wiser. Those who are good for more than just reading out a couple of prayers and spreading their legs. Those who can do more than whimper and whine when their god shows them a sliver of what heaven- of what divinity must taste like. Those who aren’t you. 

  But even so, the Yato god has always been very kind to you. He gave you so much. A home. A job. Food. Shelter. Warmth. Comfort. Familiarity. A purpose. He gave you all those things. He gave you all those things and so, so much more. And even so, he still continues to give to you in at this very moment. The feeling of euphoria. The feeling of pleasure. The feeling of warm cheeks. Of shaking legs. Of skillful tongues. Of complete and utter passion. And pretty soon?

  “You’re getting closer, aren’t you? Let me know when you’re ready, alright?”

  An orgasm. 

  “Y-yes, my lord. I will…I will…”

  Delivered to you by your one and only Yato. For a small, small price. And that price?

  “I want to see my first little miko's cute face when I take her cum again, okay? So let me see it this time, okay?”

  Is nothing more than all you could ever want. All you could ever need. Except the mere promise….

  “Anything for you…my lord….”

  …of always staying by his side. 

[chrollc]

had to draw that barbie meme with these two cause there’s nothing quite like a broke ass immortal war criminal and his devotee sugar mama

[yatorihell]

[whitecloverart]

✧ Icons with secondary characters from final chapter ✧

[derikisu]

[ellissg]

Decided to revamp my old 2021 ( on the right ) Yato's piece, so I could sell some prints of it for an upcoming event by the end of the month~

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