Sketches from last night! WIP sketch of Gorty redrawn in the fallen angel/lucifer painting pose. (I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for so long I NEEDED to get it down)

And then a little warmup sketch of sleepy gortash turned into Durgetash cuddles lol

𝕳𝖔𝖜 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝕴 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚?

soft like kitten ♡

This was the first poem of mine to get published. I am really proud of it. It also makes me laugh, because the people that published it were completely unaware of the fact that it may or may not have been inspired by the season 2 finale of goodomens.

white mask !!。

f2u ,, repost with link back 2 this post。

{ note :: sttiiill hyperfixated on lambs and the white aestetic .. but im getting into hsr so look out for icons of those!!。 }

While listening to this song I thought of this and well, I LOVE it!!

I’ve never drawn Lucifer this well and I’m amazed at how he turned out! :D

I’ve also never drawn his angelic form and I’m quite happy with how it turned out!

Love Lucifer and this was totally not an excuse to draw him 😁

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel, Choso Edit: You may now get a print of this on my RedBubble shop :D

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Arise from the ashes

Angel

part one

Fallen angel who can't help but crave sex every moment after you two make love for the first time. He doesn't want to eat or sleep or work, he wants to be balls deep inside your perfect cunt. He's only ever known Devotion, not even as a form of love, but as a way of life, now that he's lost his god he has nothing to devote himself to except for your perfect body and the holy way you cum. He eats you out with the same diligence as he used to pray. He knows your body the way a priest knows the bible. Your cries of pleasure are like gospel music. divine.

He drizzles honey over your tits and sucks your skin clean again, lavishing you with his tongue, teasing your nipples with his teeth. If you're worried that he's not eating enough he'll gladly take every meal at the alter of your breasts.

He feels unworthy when you bathe him, no amount of soap will make him clean again. He doesn't deserve your soft affection. if anything, he should be bathing you, kneeling at your feet, bringing warm water over your body, tenderly washing every inch. but he's not the worshiper he once was, he gets distracted, and he strokes your pussy slowly back and forth, the soap long forgotten as he "cleans" you. He strokes your clit slowly, his breath fluttering as you twitch against the pad of his fingers. He's so lucky to be in the cult of your love, your first and only follower. Normally he knows that people would try to share this pleasure, this sanctum, but the thought of sharing you twists him inside. He thinks he'd kill anyone else who tried to worship you the way he does.

she gave me her cherry

she’s my virgin suicide