#You are the lion and the lamb and you are heaven and you're sin You eat your own heart out and then you beg for ours instead

[404shcats]

Ok can I just say I absolutely love evergreen/arsonist, the lyrics are amazing (and a bit too relatable), and it was written and produced by a story time animator. Also the music video is just gorgeous.

… Maybe you should listen to it.

[danosrosegarden]

if you feel comfortable could you do something nsfw for eli sunday? („• ᴗ •„) with a reader who rejects religion but at the same time wants Eli (I just want Eli to be a chaotic bunch desperate for attention) (; ω ; )

Lamb of the Lord - Eli Sunday x GN!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: sacrilege content, praise/degradation kink mixture, oral (reader receiving), switchy Eli.

Note: Oh, how I have been waiting for an excuse to write Eli smut. Thank you, darling anon.

The man sitting beside you in the pew truly could've been from heaven. He had plump, carnation pink cheeks like a youth-flushed angel and a bright, glossy aura which surrounded his figure. It looked like bleeding beams of sunshine. It smelled like hints of hope.

Father Eli Sunday had been called upon by your parents; they were sick of your rebellion. The devil coursed through your veins like boiling blood. The screeching of sin rang in your ears like the tinny buzz of a fly. You lived for the fast, the fun...whatever felt good. They thought you were wicked to your core, your blood cells coated with a putrid, gray grit. Perhaps you truly were beyond saving...but a private session with the young pastor was sure worth a try, wasn't it?

"You clasp your hands together and bow your head," he instructed.

You giggled at his earnestness. "You look stupid like that."

"I look stupid when I'm speaking to my savior?"

"With your hands like that? And that serious look on your face? Yes, you look like a poor beggar," you laughed cruelly. "Begging for Papa to come rescue you. How pathetic. I don't need saving."

Eli scoffed at your words. "This is exactly why I've brought you alone to my church today. The devil has grabbed ahold of your precious heart and twisted it about. He's spit in your mouth and you've swallowed his unholiness." He took a deep breath, shaking his head. "It makes me sad."

You toyed with your fingers, avoiding his eyes. They burned into you with a sizzling stare of shame. "I don't mean to upset you, Father. I just don't think God is for me."

He reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see him gazing deeply into you, a faint smile spread across his face. "God is for everybody, dearest." He leaned into you, speaking quietly. "That's His beauty. He sent His son just for you." His whisper was harsh and hot against the shell of your ear, and a shiver raced through your body. He snaked his hand up towards your head and pet your hair.

"The Lord loves you, little angel..."

A deafening crack pierced through the air. Eli jerked to the side as his cheek prickled with popping streaks of red from your slap.

"I know what you want and I know what you're doing," you hissed.

"What the hell ails you?!"

"If you want me, Father, we're going to be doing things my way."

Eli rubbed his cheek and gaped at you with wide eyes. "What are you implying I'm trying to do here?"

How delicious his fake innocence tasted between the grooves of your teeth. How you wished to bite and pop his skin beneath your fangs. Who's your God, Eli? Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour. I wish to unhinge my jaw and swallow you whole, Eli Sunday, and I get what I want.

"I bet if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't be able to resist me."

Eli's cheeks burned a sour burgundy as he sputtered for a reply. "Why...I-I'd never..."

You ran your finger around the edges of the silver cross dangling from his neck. "Have a little fun, Father. We're alone, after all. What, do you think me too hideous to touch?"

Eli shook his head. "You're beautiful." Your heart tingled with pride. "But this is the house of the Lord. How dare you even suggest such a flesh-fueled thing. I'm trying to help you!"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed him by his collar. "For Christ's sake," you muttered before capturing his lips with your own. Startled, Eli broke the kiss.

"You're evil," he growled. He grabbed your face and kissed you again. "Evil, wicked, sinful little thing." He fumbled with the buttons of your shirt. "I hate you," he said, rubbing his hands along the bare skin of your chest. "I hate you, I hate you."

"You love me, Eli," you groaned, shimmying your shirt off and unbuttoning his.

Eli dropped to his knees in front of you and tugged at your trousers. "You are rotten at your core and I..."

You reached out and rubbed him through his pants. He moaned softly.

"I hate you. I hate you. I need you so bad," he whimpered.

"There we go," you whispered with a grin.

You continued to rub him back and forth as he squirmed underneath your touch. "You know, I've been to some of your sermons before, Father. You're amazing, you know that?"

He groaned at the praise. "Keep going, keep going."

"You're a blessing," you cooed. "You're a star, Father. A shining, sparkling star in this dark, ugly world."

Eli squeezed his eyes shut tight as he bucked against your hand.

Flip the switch.

"How God would weep at you now, unfurling under my touch. Unequally yoked with somebody like me? Your Lord would be so disappointed."

Eli froze, and you halted your rubbing.

"Father, you are a dirty sinner."

You watched as his cobalt eyes became full and glossy with tears. "No, no, I'm a prophet, Y/N," he said, his voice laced with a pathetic whine. "You have no idea how strong my relationship with God is."

"How curious," you said. "Your relationship with God is so strong, you claim...yet you crumble the second my hand meets your cock."

He rolled his hips around your hand, desperate for more of your touch. "Just one time," he muttered towards the ceiling. "Just one time, and I'll spend the rest of my Earthly life making it up to you, Lord."

You unbuttoned your trousers and kicked them off. "Come get a taste of the devil, Eli. You'll never want to run back to God again."

He dived forward and wrapped his lips around you. His tongue swirled about in silky circles, and you sighed as it darted around.

"Sinful," you seethed. "Abomination before the eyes of God. So, so good for me." Your fingers laced themselves in between tufts of his hair. You pet his head gently as he continued to suck around you. You let his tongue flick against you for another moment before you pulled him away. A glassy string of salvia connected his lips to you.

"Clothing off," you demanded. Eli nodded and stripped. You took a moment to admire his body before your eyes trailed downwards.

"You've got such a beautiful cock," you whispered. "You want it inside of me?"

Eli mewled and nodded furiously. "Yes, God, please."

You bent over the pew. "Come and do it, then."

He wasted no time lining himself up against you and pushing in. You groaned at the burning stretch as Eli whimpered against you.

"Oh, yes, that's it," he moaned next to your ear. His cries were pathetic. You gobbled them up with a proud smirk and pushed back against him.

"See? Doesn't that feel so good, Father?"

His mouth hung wide open as he thrusted into you. "You feel so, so good," he wept.

"Oh, Father, isn't it nice?" You squeezed around him. His hips stuttered. "Don't I feel like heaven?"

"I can feel you throbbing," he said. "Dirty. Ch-chock-full of grimy sin. Have you no shame?"

"I'm not the one pretending here," you replied, rocking back so he was sheathed even deeper inside of you. "You act all high and mighty. I bet you've wanted to fuck me ever since you heard about me. I bet you dreamed about filling me up, filthy little whore."

Eli gripped your hips and growled as he thrusted into you harder. "If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna...gonna..."

You cackled, tightening your grasp on the pew. "Hilarious. I just feel too good, hmm? You get inside that hot, wet, slick, throbbing hole and can barely last a minute."

God is weeping in a dazed fit of sorrow. Satan is laughing in a twirling tumble of happy hysteria. You've got them both right where you want them.

"P...please!" he whined, the sound of skin slapping together ringing against the walls of the church. "Let me bury my seed inside of you. I know you want it, too. Let me fill you up."

You grinned. "Under one condition. Admit it, Father...I'm your god now."

His thrusts slowed to a halt as he rubbed the curves of your waist. "Darling, I...I can't do that, honey, I just can't..."

"Do you want to climax, or don't you?"

"I need to," he pleaded. "I need it more than anything."

You clenched around him again and felt the thick of his thighs tremble. "Say it."

He grabbed ahold of your hair and tugged, your head snapping back. "You are a demon made of filthy sin and mildewed blood and Christ, do I need you. You are my god."

He pounded into you rough and fast, the bitter burn of his fingernails digging into your sides.

"Good boy," you moaned. "That's my good boy."

Eli Sunday was no angel. His skin didn't glitter in the light of sunshine and no halo dazzled above his head. No wings like creamy cumulonimbuses spread across his back. He was deliciously human, and you drank in his body and blood like it was your last supper.

Prophet. Preacher. Lamb of the Lord. You grinned with devilish delight as you felt his milky seed drip from you.

Mine now.

[ineffectualdemon]

Side note this feels like a very Bingge song

Lyric sample under the cut

You need to take a gun and shoot your targets right between their eyes You force your prey to crawl to you to hold you when you wanna cry You are the lion and the lamb and you are heaven and you're sin You eat your own heart out and then you beg for ours instead

Wildfire Told me it's just flowers it don't matter I'm done playing make believe

You fucking liar A traitor who won't let me leave You stole my favorite flowers And you tortured them for hours

[nemesyaaa]

« did you throw the peach away...can i have it ? » GIRL, I'M LOSING MY MIND. IT LITERALLY WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LIKED THIS ?? THE PAIRING POPE HEYWARD X LAMB!READER IS NOW SO DEAR TO ME ?? YOUR WRITINGS 🫠🫠🫠

Pope didn't know if he just wanted the fruit to taste good or if it was actually that good because he practically moaned at the taste. “This is the best peach I’ve ever had.” It made you laugh and it sounded like a melody. He could only imagine that you tasted just as good. “Thank-” KDKEKDKZKDKZKDKZ HE'S THE MOST PRECIOUS BOY OF THE TOWN AND READER THE CUTEST

He couldn’t help it. You invaded his mind the second he stepped into your fathers church. When he raised his hand in worship it was always for you. As far as Pope was concerned, God wasn’t real. You were real. Someone he could genuinely worship and devote himself to completely. Selfishly. You were the lamb and he was the pathetic, cowardly lion. KDKZKKZE THE LAST LINE ?? THAT MAKES ME FEEL SOME THINGS. I REALLY LOVE HOW POPE IS SO LOST IN HIS FEELINGS. THIS IS THE FULL POWER OF TEMPTATION AND YOU WRITE IT SO PERFECTLY

Juice dripped onto his chest and onto his chin as he sucked all the fruit off the pit before tossing it aside, moving the peach down his boxers. It was a tight fit and it made him screw his eyes shut. It didn’t help. THE VISION I HAVE IS PURELY HEAVEN I SWEAR

He steps inside and closes the door, not daring to look towards who he thinks is the minister. Instead, he closes his eyes. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” Pope inhales sharply when there is no response. He takes it as permission to continue. “I gave into temptation and lust. I… I…” Pope didn’t know how to describe it. “I… committed a sex act… with a peach. I feel incredibly guilty and it’s not the act that I feel most guilty about but who I was thinking about during it. I feel like I violated her in some way and-” KFKEKEE LORD WILL FORGIVE YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO GOOG. GIRL YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY WITH THIS

“I was tempting you.” You confess, thinking on everytime you would give Pope a coquettish glance or your bold move wearing a skirt you knew would show your panties off with one breeze. He stared at you inquisitively. “I’ve been trying to seduce you. I’m sorry I led you to sin.” You knelt before him. “Recently, I have been overcome with lustful thoughts about you. I… I use the thought of you for pleasure.” Your confession was sending all blood in Pope’s brain straight down to dick. “I don’t think you deserve any penance.” Your voice quieted to a whisper before you carefully reached to touch his bulge. Pope made no move to stop you. THIS WJOLE PARAGRAH ‼️‼️‼️‼️📸

it's gotta be for sure one of my fav pope x reader

durazno

pope heyward x lamb!reader

content warning: a peach gets violated, blasphemy, the good stuff. 18+ read at your own risk.

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Pope Heyward is not a religious man. He’s a man of science. He likes tangible things that can be studied and understood.

No matter how much he tried explaining that to Heyward, it didn’t matter. As long as he lived under their roof it meant he had to put on his best dress shirt and slacks every Sunday to go to church. It wasn’t all bad. Everyone was really nice there and the music was pretty good.

His favorite part of church is you. The preacher's daughter. Always at the front of the choir, soft voice singing “Christ Be Our Light” and other hymns. You’re truly an angel. You always helped lead the kids out of mass into their Sunday school classrooms. You always volunteered with the food bank and at the animal shelter. You even tutored after school at the public library.

It’s a self indulgent fantasy, Pope thinking he could have you in any way. You’re kook royalty, right up there next to the Camerons. Even if social status wasn’t an issue, a girl like you would never go for him. He reminded himself of that fact every time you caught him staring and smiled demurely from across the pews. You’re a nice girl, you smile at everyone.

Pope, unfortunately, always managed to look away before he could catch your eyes lingering and your teeth sinking into your plush bottom lip as you stared at him with curiosity.

After hurricane Agatha, you suggested to your father the church should gather resources to help with relief. You were surprised at his reluctance and you recited bible verses until you turned blue, not taking no for an answer. “Love thy neighbor, daddy. You taught me that.” He held out for a while, but nevertheless he agreed so long as you helped organize.

You rallied the support of all the kooks, gathering donations. They could never say no to you, even if they didn’t necessarily want to help provide aid to the inhabitants of the cut. You got on your dad’s boat with a group of volunteers from church and set sail for the mainland, returning with tons of food and other necessities. It took an entire day for your group to get all the care packages ready and to assign groups to specific addresses.

When delivery day came around, you made sure one specific address was reserved just for you. Your dad made himself clear that he didn’t want you wandering around the cut by yourself but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, you thought to yourself as your bike rode up the gravel driveway of Heyward’s. You prayed the night before that Pope would be there and God answered. Pope was on the dock, spraying some buckets clean with a hose. His striped button down open and his bare chest on display, making your heart pound in your chest. He doesn’t turn around to look at you when he hears you approaching.

“Almost done, Pops. Just got a few more.”

“Hi, Pope.” You greet, lacing your words with sweetness.

Pope whipped around at the sound of your voice. “Hey-Hi.” His face burns as he stutters over a basic greeting. It didn’t help that you were staring into his soul with your big brown eyes like a lost little lamb. “Can I help you with anything?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He almost thinks you’re checking him out.

“No.” You shake your head, soft waves cascading over your shoulders. There is an awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say until you remember the bags in your hands. “I brought this… For your family… It’s from the church. You know, relief. It’s not much-”

“This is great, thank you.” Pope took one of the bags and then noticed the other one in your hands. “What's that?”

“Uhm… Peaches. For you.” You held the bag out, intentionally letting your fingers linger on his. “My dad went to Georgia last week for a church thing. These are my favorite.” You licked your lips as you watched him pull one out of the bag and dig his teeth into the flesh of the fruit. You wondered what it would feel like to be the peach.

Pope didn't know if he just wanted the fruit to taste good or if it was actually that good because he practically moaned at the taste. “This is the best peach I’ve ever had.” It made you laugh and it sounded like a melody. He could only imagine that you tasted just as good. “Thank-”

The sound of JJ hooting and hollering alerted both of your attentions. “Come on, loverboy! We gotta get a move on!” He called from the HMS Pogue.

“I should go.” You smiled at him warmly. “Bye, Pope. Have a blessed day.” You called out to his friends, waving as you turned to get back on your bike.

“You too, sweetheart!” JJ called back, earning a slap to the arm from John B.

“Don't be a creep, dude.”

“What? I was just being nice?”

Pope watched you swing your leg over your bike, the wind catching your skirt and blowing it upwards just enough to reveal your cotton white panties. JJ nearly broke his neck trying to get a better look.

“Pervs…” Kie rolled her eyes. “That's the preacher's daughter, you know that right?”

“I know.” A smirk spread over JJ’s face. “Church girls are always the freakiest. You know, pent up sex feels? Bet she humps her pillow every night starin’ at a cross-”

“Okay, that's enough.” Pope finally turns around once he is sure his hardening dick isn’t visible. “Let's go.”

“Ooh, peaches?” John B wiggled his fingers together and reached for the bag but Pope yanked it away. “Oh come on, there's at least 12 in there. Are you on your way to be in a math problem?” Pope sighed and tossed one at John B. He turned to Kiara and JJ who were sitting on their knees, groveling like dogs. They each get a peach tossed at them.

“That's what I’m talking about.” JJ bit his peach. “She's totally into you.”

“No, she's not. She's just being nice.”

“Hey, John B? You get any Georgia peaches in your care package?” He looked at the label on the fruit before biting the peach again.

“Nah. You?”

“Nah. Want my advice?” JJ tossed the pit of his peach into the water.

“I really don't-” Pope shook his head, taking control over the wheel of the HMS.

“Try that door. I guarantee it's unlocked for you.”

Pope was usually a sound sleeper. His dreams were never too scary and he was always able to fall asleep once he focused on his breathing for a bit. Tonight was different.

Every time he closed his eyes he saw you.

He couldn’t help it. You invaded his mind the second he stepped into your fathers church. When he raised his hand in worship it was always for you. As far as Pope was concerned, God wasn’t real. You were real. Someone he could genuinely worship and devote himself to completely. Selfishly. You were the lamb and he was the pathetic, cowardly lion.

Pope sat up in bed and looked around his room tiredly until his eyes stopped on the bag of peaches. He wasn’t sure why he brought them into his room but he knew he would regret it in the morning. He got out of bed and grabbed a peach before lying back in bed. He pressed a finger against its center, obscenely digging his finger inside and pulling out the pit.

Juice dripped onto his chest and onto his chin as he sucked all the fruit off the pit before tossing it aside, moving the peach down his boxers. It was a tight fit and it made him screw his eyes shut. It didn’t help.

All it took was 3 strokes and the image of the faint outline of your pussy through your panties and he was biting his hand to muffle the sound of his orgasm. He set the peach on his nightstand feeling the need to take a cold, cold shower before he went to bed.

In the morning, Pope felt guilty. Pope is not a religious man but something about what he had done made him feel the need to seek penance. He needed to face some kind of punishment, even if it meant confessing that he fucked a peach to the thought of the preacher’s daughter.

The only spot in the world where you could truly be yourself was the confessional. No one came to confess as much as they needed so it was only really ever used on occasions that called for it. You liked coming to the church on the days where no one was there except your father doing paperwork in his office. It was the perfect place to read books your parents wouldn’t approve of. From medieval torture methods to smut. Anything mildly taboo that you could sneak out of the public library. You always returned the books and repented.

Today, you were halfway through A Certain Hunger when you heard the doors of the church creak open. You peek out of the door and immediately close it. Pope is making his way towards the booth.

He steps inside and closes the door, not daring to look towards who he thinks is the minister. Instead, he closes his eyes. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” Pope inhales sharply when there is no response. He takes it as permission to continue. “I gave into temptation and lust. I… I…” Pope didn’t know how to describe it. “I… committed a sex act… with a peach. I feel incredibly guilty and it’s not the act that I feel most guilty about but who I was thinking about during it. I feel like I violated her in some way and-”

“Was it me?” Your soft voice made his heart drop. He thinks he’s hallucinating. It was silent for a minute before you repeat yourself. “Were you thinking about me, Pope?”

Pope took another moment before responding. “Yes.” He was mortified at your silence. “I’m really, really sorry-” He was cut off by the sound of your door opening and shutting. His mind raced with the possibility of you running to your father ready to tell him what a sick deviant he is.

Instead, the door to his side of the confessional opened and you closed the door behind yourself.

“Hi.” You practically whispered, a smile playing on your face that you were trying to hide. “Did you, really?” He nods, afraid to speak. “I’m sorry.”

Pope has to blink a few times to digest your words. “Why?”

“I was tempting you.” You confess, thinking on everytime you would give Pope a coquettish glance or your bold move wearing a skirt you knew would show your panties off with one breeze. He stared at you inquisitively. “I’ve been trying to seduce you. I’m sorry I led you to sin.” You knelt before him. “Recently, I have been overcome with lustful thoughts about you. I… I use the thought of you for pleasure.” Your confession was sending all blood in Pope’s brain straight down to dick. “I don’t think you deserve any penance.” Your voice quieted to a whisper before you carefully reached to touch his bulge. Pope made no move to stop you.

“What are you doing?” He questions, voice strangles at the feeling of your hand rubbing against his dickprint. You looked up at him, the same way you look when you take the body of christ into your mouth.

“Paying my penance.” You slip your hand down his pants and stroke his already hard cock. His skin is soft and it’s a little bit curved. Your mouth waters at the feel. You do what you read in your books, pumping your hand up and down slowly. You were enjoying this.

Pope’s breath gets caught in his throat. “Wait… Are you sure we should do this?”

“I can stop if you want…” You pulled him out of his pants, admiring how pretty his dick is in your hand. “But, remember Pope… The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not be in want. Neither should you.” You sink your mouth onto him and he feels like he is in heaven. “We can always repent. Love covers a multitude of sins and God loves us.” You reassure him, taking him back into your mouth.

Pope feels like he’s on fire from his head to his toes. His head rests against the wall as you bob your head up and down his length. He’s not a religious man, but this is the closest he has come to truly feeling God’s presence. He looks down at you and you are already staring at him, mouth full as you choke down as much as you can. You gag around him and come up for air, gasping as you kitten lick his tip before taking his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it.

You look beautiful. Your eyes never left him. Your hair stuck to your forehead from sweat and your eyes were all watery and glassy. You even had your heel between your legs, rocking back and forth on it. You moaned and it sent vibrations all through his cock. He wanted to worship you the same way you were worshiping him. He was praying for the strength to stay silent as his eyes roam the walls, staring at the intricate cross motifs carved into the wood panels. He had never felt the watchful eye of God until now.

It was truly a miracle he lasted as long as he did because it didn’t take much longer before he was trying to pull you off. “I’m gonna-” He panted out, breathing becoming ragged. You didn’t want to come off though. You forced yourself down until your nose touched the base of his cock. You could feel him pulsing as it all shot down your throat.

Pope almost screamed when you kept sucking after he came. You came up, pressing kisses against his dick. Neither of you spoke while you put him back in his pants and then nuzzled his leg, wanting attention like a needy lamb. He pet your hair, tucking it behind your ear.

“Did you throw the peach away?” Pope shakes his head no. “Can I have it?”

this was unhinged and very self indulgent :p hope u like!