#priest!jack

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Concept based off of @easy-hard and @cyanacity‘s collective idea of demon anti and priest jack

“I can't explain what happened at that house. I can only have faith that I did the right thing .”

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R76 – demon!Gabe; priest!Jack – a confessional gone wrong. Or right.

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Jack almost misses the slight rustling of the heavy dark curtain hanging between him and the penitent.

To his embarrassment he has to admit that he almost fell asleep waiting. The little booth is nice and warm, other than the freezing cold of the church outside.

He will have to pull the confession hours to an earlier hour so he won’t be caught napping…

He clears his throat and shifts slightly on the pillow he’s put on the chair, then waits. Nothing happens for the longest time.

He is almost convinced that he imagined the rustling of the curtain when he can hear it: a slow, steady breathing coming from the other side. It sends a prickle down his spine as he waits with bated breath for the penitent to begin speaking.

The moment stretches, though. Jack finds himself slowly closing his eyes and listening to the slow in-and-out going on on the other side. It is deep and unhurried. It makes something… stir inside of him. Makes him antsy.

He opens his mouth but before he can say anything, the person on the other side suddenly starts speaking.

“Forgive me Father, for I have… sinned…”

Jack slowly wipes his palms against his knees. He wonders if he has actually fallen asleep and is just dreaming all of this. He has never been this… nervous before. Unsettled, even.

His heart is doing a quick tattoo against his ribcage, sweat gathering at his brow as the previously toasty warmth of the confessional booth suddenly seems to become… unbearable.

“It has been… a long time since my last confession.”

The voice on the other side is soft and deep. Smooth. He closes his eyes and slowly curls his fingers into the heavy fabric of his frock.

His mouth is dry as he finds himself leaning to the side; towards the penitent as if to press his ear against the cloth of the curtain, drawn despite himself.

“My sins are…”

There are a second where Jack doesn’t want to hear them. He opens his mouth, intent to interrupt the person on the other side, but before he can bring a word out, they continue, sharply as if they had been aware of his attempt to interrupt them.

“...I am jealous, father… Frightfully so… There is this… man… that I am interested in. Very much interested in. But there are so many others vying for his attention, and I find myself… struggling… not to hurt them… so I will have him all for myself…”

The person has a way of speaking; slow and deliberate, almost a whisper that has Jack turning on his chair until his glistening forehead is all but pressed into the curtain. His hands are curled so tightly on his knees, they are shaking.

He realizes that he is afraid.

“That…” he starts, but the person on the other side interrupts him.

“And, father… I am in love… with a taken man…” It sounds like the penitent has turned themselves as well; his whispering now, mirroring Jack’s position, right in front of his face.

He can feel his cock stirring.

“He is devoted to another… but I can’t seem to not want him… to coax him away from the arms of his lover… to have him all for myself… have him… worship me…”

Jack is panting now, fat drops of sweat sliding down his temples and gathering at the point of his chin. He feels sick. Feverish.

There is quiet on the other side for a long moment. Jack’s obvious, laborious breathing is mirrored by the penitent. He wonders, even though he shouldn’t, if the person is just as… excited as he is. He tries not to think about it, but his cock is a long, hard rod against the front of his frock. It does not feel right to think about it in here. To even feel it when he is listening to someone distraught and seeking for help.

The curtain between them rustles slightly. There is a moment of shock when he thinks the person will just pull the curtain away, but nothing happens – until he feels a touch to his ankle.

He looks down, but in the darkness he can’t see a thing. He can only feel as whatever it is that has curled around his foot is traveling gently up his calf.

He feels impotent to do anything against it.

He realizes that he can’t place the voice on the other side. He has no idea who it is that is confessing to him.

“Daddy…” the voice on the other side croons, sweet and endearing. “I’ve been so naughty… don’t you want to do something against it?”

Jack is panting. The thing that has been crawling up his thigh is starting to take his frock with it. He tries to stop it with shaking hands from exposing him, but it is strong and unrelenting.

He looks down for but a second, seeing a black length of… rope? that has slipped beneath his frock and his dancing against the inside of his thigh, urging him to spread his legs – and when he looks up again, the curtain has been drawn to the side without him noticing and a creature is standing before him, filling the space so much that it has to bend its head.

It’s lower body is covered in a thick, dark fur, legs bent weirdly to the back. It takes him a while to understand that they are goat’s legs, the hoofs looking as big as Jack’s head.

He leans back in his chair. There is nowhere for him to go. His hands are curled around the armrests, knuckles coming out white as he stares up into the darkness where the demon’s eyes are twinkling at him.

The demon leans down, and Jack has to admit he is… beautiful… his dark eyes are glistening, lips full and framed by a very neat beard. He looks like one of the men he shamefully imagines when he touches himself once or twice a month.

The demon smiles at him knowingly. His tail – for that is what it was, curling beneath the curtain – is pushing Jack’s frock up past his now unresisting hands until his cock jumps free.

“No underwear… how naughty…” the man… demon… croons at him. He reaches for Jack’s head and gently pets at his cheeks and temples. His touch is soft and gentle. Irresistible.

Jack can just stare and stutter as he is being pressed deep into his chair when the demon crawls into his lap, crushing him down into the seat, just shy of bruising.

The demon leans down to him as he curls his hand around Jack’s cock, pressing it into the furry crack of his ass and letting it nose against a soft, naked little space that has Jack go cross-eyed and vibrating on his chair.

“N-No…” he finally breathes out, and the demon chuckles, pressing suckling little kisses against Jack’s face and mouth while lowering himself and engulfing Jack in the heat of his body.

“I’m so jealous,” the demon croons, moving slow and insidious, stars exploding in front of Jack’s eyes. “I don’t want you to pay attention to anybody, daddy… only me…”

He takes him as if he’d been made just for Jack, insides hot and quivering, designed to make Jack crumble just for him.

And crumble, he does.

Jack had fancied himself strong in idle little daydreams. That he would repel any and every advance by Satan, but faced with a real demon, he dances exactly along his tune without so much as a token of protest.

He lets go off the armrests of the chair and instead slings them around the demon’s hips, face coming forward to press into his solar plexus while the creature bounces on his lap and gives his touch starved body what it has been craving for years.

Jack sobs inconsolably, thick tears running down his cheeks while the demon chuckles and rocks him like a babe, insides squeezing and milking and not stopping until Jack can’t help but buck and spill himself, ears throbbing in time with the frantic pulse in his cock.

He feels like he’s had an epiphany. Like he’s seen… not God, but… something… similar.

The demon croons at him, petting through his receding, white hair.

Have some F A I T H

Inktober/Goretober - Day 2: POSSESSION

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This is for @tomodraws and our arttrade ♥♥ who wished for some Priest!Jack and Vamp!Gabe ♥

 I hope you like it ;; ! 

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