Priest of Gluttony (Fem reader x Bob Velseb)

Weight on Cold shoulders

By the time Wednesday had finally rolled around you were beyond ready for the afternoon service, you had become well past just sweet on the Priest, in fact his presence had remained in your mind since your "confession" after Sunday. When the memory flooded back to you it was like his erratic hot breath was still against your neck, you pressed the spot he had bit into days ago on your nape, you had hidden it at work, around family and friends quite well. However something about letting it be out and exposed during service sounded rousing. A quite little way to antagonize your Priest, unable to do anything but smirk at the thought.

Instead of rushing out the door in whatever clothes you could snatch from your clean hamper last minute you actually tried this time.Truthfully you had been ready for two hours you got home and got properly dressed for the occasion and showered and did everything else that would've made you the more approachable, even spritzing some sweet perfume at your chest. This time when your friend showed up instead of them needing to call you, you had been outside in your drive way waiting. Stirring a brow raise from them as you climbed into there car.

"So- you uh, are dressed well, smell really good and, you're more than on time. Is this because you went to one church service? Did church do this to you?" The interrogation almost had a concerned tone.

"I'm just... excited to support you and your beliefs." You flashed a smile that broadly displayed you were lying, your friends face melting into a grimace.

"Yeah- sure buddy." Sally spouted through the over exaggerated frown they had given you before driving off. Pulling the mirror down you checked your makeup, raising it up just to pull it back down again, had you seen a spot? Your eyes drifted to your outfit, your hands brushing the fabrics roughly, straightening out the unwelcome and yet hardly noticeable wrinkles. Your pal noticed your incessant fidgeting and glanced over at you before their eyes caught the road again.

"Look I get it, cleanliness is next to godliness but you really don't have to-" they were interrupted as you growledloudly in frustration.

"My Fucking socks don't match!" You gripped your hair and whined hunched over in your seat. Your outfit and look were ALMOST perfect. Your friend rolled their eyes and sighed softly.

"Oh boy- wonder how static you'll be after two services." The tires slid over the gravel as you both pulled into the church, unlike on Sunday the sky was clouded by a small cluster of thunderstorms rolling over the valley. Dragging rain over the church pitter pattering as your shoes squeaked and slipped up the walkway ready to greet-who was this? Certainly not the Father. A man stood at the door with a bushy mustache and brown eyes, he was short and skinny and quite dirty.

"That's the grave keeper-" your friend whispered to you gripping your shoulders gently to hold you still as they spoke."But I wonder what he's doing up here, he never leaves the grave grounds." As you both walked by the old man you both slowed your pace listening to him explain to a few church going women the situation.

"Calm down er'body, Father Velseb will be here for service.There was a problem with the incinerator and he's there meeting with a specialist but he will be on time." The women sighed in relief, and you felt yourself sigh as well. What kind of problem happens with an incinerator? Your eyes caught the rolling smoke from the grave house where they were kept. Clearly none of them were down. The thoughts quickly drifted away as your friend pushed you through the crowd as the organs began to grow too loud to speak over. Any questions you had would have to wait for now. Like sardines you and the rest of the procession packed into the pews and sat quietly.

After a small awkward moment of silence accompanied by a random man's cough, the Priest scurried up to his podium. Bobs aura was different this time around. He looked sweaty and seemed nervous and through the whole session he didn't make eye contact with you. Not once. You noted however he didn't give anyone eye contact, his tired bagged eyes never left the Bible or the giant cross hanging from the ceiling. To mention further it felt as though he had cut the service short. Yet again it felt like you were the only one picking up the Priests strange attitude. Your friend didn't mention it as you both sat down to dinner after service. Staring between your plate and the room looking for Priest Velseb. Still he was no where to be found.

"I'm uh- going to the bathroom-" you blurted out at your confused looking friend, giving them absolutely no time to respond you stood straight up from your seat and walked towards the hallway, the loud chatter of the-meal hall fading as you went upstairs back to the stained glass service room. The friendly smell of candles and flowers gracing your nose as you stepped inside. Someone had shut the larger lighting off, only candles at the end of room where the statues of God, Jesus and Mary stood surrounded by flowers and breads. The sound of your shoes skimming the carpet echoed through empty space until you stopped in your tracks. The back of someone's head faced you in the dark, black fluffy hair began to expose more flesh as the large figure turned to you. You had almost forgot it was storming until a flash of lighting barely illuminated the glass mosaics for a few seconds prompting you to hear the rain on the church shingles again. The lightning had caused you to jump in surprise. The flash had revealed the figure to you though, the Father his face lacking emotion. Your eyes wide as a second strike of lighting almost made his eyes gleam with an animalistic light. The image causing you to take a step back. Did he really look so crazed in that moment, or was the eery environment of the storm tricking your mind?

Your pace picked up as you started walking again, bowing to the Father in prayer as he glared at you from the darkness of the podium. Unable to move in his grace embarassingly enough, and he seemed to notice. The Father said nothing to you as he moved to a pew. Patting the seat next him, his face illuminated in the candle light frightened you, his face less friendly as it was before. Now much more serious.

"You may sit Lamb." You did so, and with haste, your butt sitting on top of the uncomfortable cushion as you crossed your legs and stared at the large golden cross from the ceiling just as Bob was doing. The Priests hands together in prayer as he held his precious rosary. A few more random flashes of lighting bouncing light off the gleaming cross.

Sitting quietly for a moment until you trembled, feeling one of his large hands softly graze over your necks sensitive flesh, pushing the smallest tuft of untucked hair back, leaning in. For a moment you stiffened sure and hopeful he was leaning in for a kiss or some form of embrace, but instead you were met with a violent tug at the small piece of hair.

"F-Father Velseb-?" You had hardly stuttered the words out into the dark room. Your eyes caught his under a flash of lightning they were staring at the nasty contusion he left from your last encounter.

"Hush. You really let this out and exposed during my service in front of the lord?" His soft whispered voice had continued into a growl as he leaned closer and closer to your exposed collar bone, just as he had done the last time. You felt your chest compress tightly as the breath you were holding in finally released into an exasperated sigh. Bobs hands one still with the rosary had slithered up to your neck. The pastors thumb pressed against the bottom of your chin to tilt your head up and out of his way as his eyes slipped over the contusion. You jolted softly in his firm grasp, this touch wasn't familiar. In the confessionary he handled you like glass, but now he was unforgiving. As if he had made due with his lord after his actions. The Fathers eyes angry and cold.

Bobs hot breath was against your face again as his nostrils flared, his breath almost had a metallic smell as you softly tried to shift away.

"I'm disappointed." He growled out.

"Father I'm s- Ah!" You tried to apologize to the priest but were met with a sharp tug of your jaw closer to his angered face. Almost enraged. "O-oh god." You muttered softly under your now fear filled breath. Your chest and bosom heaving softly as your shallow breathing turned into heavy pants. Bobs demeanor had changed instantly, you felt his grip on your chin move against your throat.

"Oh-" The Priest murmured darkly his hands running from your neck and sliding down your shoulders and arms.Barely touching you at all, being more gentle and tender then moments before. "Watch your mouth in my church. Five lashes for that one." Lashes? What did- before you could process his words his large hands had trailed to your hips, throwing you over his knees. Forcing you to be in a position where your rump was exposed and in the air over his lap.

"I'm supposed to have the respect of my flock, how can I do so with you displaying my treachery against the lord? My compulsive and abhorrent sins?" The raspy and quickened breath had returned. The priest seemed excited in his sudden violence,in more ways than one. Feeling small flecks of drool leave his mouth and soak into the clothes on your back.

You felt a hand leave your backside, presuming it was raised in the air as his other exposed your church dress above your posterior.