Priest of Gluttony (Fem reader x Bob Velseb)

Never the Church Type

Your eyelids barely peeled away from your your orbs as the sound of your ringtone disrupted your sleep. No light outside yet, sprawling your hands around hopelessly you finally grip your cell that was face down in the sheets. The brightness was all the way up, it felt like the sun on your fuckin face as you squint at the name. Sally, you had forgotten for whatever forsaken reason you told your friend you'd attend church with them.

They've begged you for quite some time, pleaded even. Church is so early in the morning why did you have to finally give in to their pleas? So lost in thought you had subliminally procrastinated their phone call, but it didn't matter anyways. A car horn honked in your driveway, obviously they had called you because they were already here. "Great." You groaned softly to yourself.

Finally getting the motivation to lift yourself from bed and drag yourself to put on fresh clothes and even cleaned your face and teeth. That can be quite the mission some days. You crawled into the passenger seat of your friends car, they wore a flower covered summer dress and jacket beaming at you in excitement as the morning birds just began chirping. Your eyes drift to the cupholders both are filled with a tasty looking coffee.

"I know your not a morning person so I got you a treat! Oh and breakfeast is in the paper bag at your feet!" You couldn't help but smile pulling a breakfeast sandwhich from the bag and beginning to eat. At least they had caffeinated and fed you. But that would just mean you were more awake during service, this felt like a trick.

"So- why are you so into this church anyways?" You begin to question both of your sanitys. There was nothing Christian pure about either of you.

"It's not like other churches they accept ANYONE and don't discriminate! It's beautiful and the Pastor is just... you'll see." They grinned at you as you pulled into the church parking lot, you had driven through backroads to get here, farms and dippy gravel roads. The morning sunrise was just peaking over the church bell tower that proudly held a golden cross. The sky painted in pinks and purplesalmost made the experience pleasant. Until you stepped in the wet morning dew on the grass, cold why the fuck did you wear flip flops?

Your friend smiled as you both walked towards the large painted double doors. Your eyes couldn't help but catch the graveyard just a stonesthrow away seated on the hill overlooking the green valley. A shed that looked like nothing more then a grave keepers office had rolling stacks of smoke. Was it on fire?

"Where there's churches theres funerals I'm afraid." A low southern voice rang out from the church doorway as you and your friend stood there as others walked in. You turned to look at a man who you could only assume was the priest. "We do our own incinerations here. Less hassle for the grieving when all the services to provide the dead can be done right here."The stout man with black hair and blue eyes smiled down at you with white well kept teeth and... some rather sharp incisors. Dressed in all black with a white collar wearing a robe with an adoration of crosses, and even a rosary in his hands, yes. This guy was the pastor.

For some reason you were fumbling around in your mind staring at at his stubbled face. He seemed to notice chuckling as he turned to your friend. "I see you have brought someone else to share in service." He said softly bowing to you with his hands together in prayer. Your friend nodded smiling.

"It took some convincing and bribery. Oh I mean-" You elbowed your friend softly as if trying to quite them, this prompted another chuckle from the priest.

"Well, I appreciate you coming, and hopefully if you like the service you'll join us for lunch."

Lunch? How long was this fucking service, you glared at your friend that could only smile as you both pressed inside the double doors entering the church. The priest stayed behind but for some reason it felt like his eyes were on the back of your head. That wouldn't be logical for the priest to be staring you down like prey however,so you don't turn to look back. You and your friend take a seat under the glass mosaic filled room, illuminating the interior church In a rainbow plethora of colors. The wooden benches had maroon cushions but they didn't make much of a difference you could still feel each bone individually in your ass.