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Priest!Black Butler

Request by Deedee: hiii! ive been so obsessed with black butler and new season is also coming out!!
can i request smut fic for sebastian michaelis disguised as a priest whos just really smooth like he always is i mean heh <3

Person(s): Sebastian Michaelis

Tags: I used a Modern to Old English translator so there's going to be some oldish sayings in here. So also some weird phrases. Possession, pet name, Master kink, virginity taking, slight con-noncon that can be viewed as noncon, praise, degradation, collar and chain, soul claiming

Translations: 

'i= in

Gramercy= Thank You

Apace enchafed= angry quickly

pate= head

wot=know

forbear never= do not stop

Haply= perhaps

hie aroint anon= Go away soon

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You clutched the ends of the ribbons that tied your Sunday bonnet around your neck between your fingers, a habit, and a dead giveaway for when you were nervous. You were wearing a white blouse, tucked into a teal silk skirt. It was your prettiest Sunday clothes and you couldn't help but want to wear it every time you entered the grand cathedral. 

Not for all of the reasons you were supposed to wear your best Sunday clothes, not really. Yes, you had a faith in God and yes, you thought you should look your best at Church. But the real reason? The priest. 

Father Michaelis. He made all of the women swoon, young and old alike. He made the bishops frown and the fathers and husbands of the other church goers were jealous of him. Young men wanted to be just like him, but none of them could and those that tried were just poor imitations of a greater person. 

His black hair was sleek, shiny, and long. Until Father Michaelis had come to your small church, you had never seen a mans hair so long without a wig. His eyes were the strangest colour, like a dull gold almost. His teeth were straight, and whiter than any man or womans' you'd ever seen before. In fact, really, he was all of everything you'd never seen before. 

He wore clothes of black that fit his slender form, making it look like muscles were just wanting to tear through the clothing. Everything was black, including the wooden rosary he wore around his neck. He looked. . . delectable. 

Father Michaelis was greeting parishioners at the church entry way and you took another shaky breath, quickly walking up the stone steps, joining the others in a line. At least this way, you would not have to face him alone. 

And yet, as you were the next one to walk through the door, Father Michaelis gave you that smirk, the one that made his eyes glint. "Welcome Miss Y/N. Enjoy the service." 

Those words shouldn't have made you as hot and bothered as it did. You softly said, "Gramercy Father," before continuing into the church. 

The church was cool, yet small, with high ceilings but close walls. The windows were made of stained glass and you sat near the back, on a bench close to the window with Noahs' ark on it. You reached forwards, taking the hymn book into your hands. 

The church filled up quickly, as it always did every Sunday. Father Michaelis took his place in the pulpit, his Bible in front of him. He smirked as he ran his fingers over the pages as he opened the book. He always looked as though he had a secret.