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rottenk1sses · 3 days ago

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thinking of corrupting innocent art, maybe he grew up religious and his chastity ring is his most prized possession, but he can't say no to your advances, doesn't say yes either— but he never stays away for too long, anyway comes crawling back wordlessly like a puppy w his tail between his legs

cw : corruption, coercion/elements of dubcon (18+)

pastor’s son!art donaldson who stays in his hometown instead of going off to college; opting to help his father with the church as the months tick by, only fueled by a sense of duty and maybe a bit of religious guilt..

you knew the very instant you set eyes on him that you had to have him.

he always looked like an angel when he was stood behind his dad during services—the yellowed overhead light shining suspiciously brighter on him alone; his neatly groomed golden curls bouncing in front of his forehead with every obedient and devout nod of his head to the words of the verses. pretty, you had thought, pure.

the first time you ever tried to seduce him, the church had already emptied out to give you the perfect opportunity to slide into a pew and call him over to ‘talk’. of course, he was more than happy to do so. he talked with everyone, it was like a second nature to provide comfort to others.

he found you really attractive when he finally got a good look at you, sexy even. but the idea of perceiving you that way had curdled a gross feeling in his gut. it wasn’t right—it wasn’t him—and he knew that. but he still chose to sit down next to you that particular evening and indulge that disturbing part of himself. could it really be so wrong to appreciate one of god's fellow creations?

he knew deep down that god would be ashamed.

you had chatted him up for less than ten minutes (making up a sad story about how awful your life was going) before your hand was sneaking over his thigh, sliding over the dark fabric of his church slacks. he'd frozen completely stiff at the feeling, like he was scared of how he felt about the touch and petrified of the consequences.

art chuckled nervously and looked to your eyes, almost pleading.

“uhm,” he breathed out shakily, pushing your touch gently from his body, refusing your advances, “i don’t, uh.. im not—..”

he hoped that his lack of an actual explanation would be a good-enough one in of itself, but you pushed back anyway despite his protests. draping your leg over his, stroking his blond hair, leaning in to kiss his flushed neck. he was trembling all over. now god was really going to strike him dead.

“shhh,” you whispered, “just let me make you feel good, okay? that would really help me feel better…”

he wanted to say no. he wanted to shoot up from his seat and run away like a scared little pup, protecting the sanctity of his body and mind from whatever sin you were corrupted with, but he didn’t. a deeper, sicker part of him couldn’t. he was disgusted with himself.

an anxiousness started to brew just under his skin, and he felt it filtering through his blood like a petrifying poison. like a mess of flies buzzing around a decaying body that was buried deep in the midst of his morality. he couldn’t move; he couldn’t fight back.

but oh.. it.. it felt good..? and he did want to help you..

he was almost surprised by how quick he'd gotten an erection. it strained up against his zipper before you even got a chance to grope him properly.

and then you did.

and then he felt that awful, putrid, incredible feeling bubbling up from his pelvis; a feeling that he had only allowed himself to indulge in when he was at home, in the dead of night, tucked into the messy covers and rocking his hips into his mattress to chase the temptation.

an innocent loophole.

after all, he’d never physically touched himself there in a sexual manner, let alone with the hand of his that held a finger banded in silver—a symbol of his purity—so it would be alright in the end, right? he had only ever done it to scratch an itch. a forbidden itch, sure, but god wouldn’t want him to suffer like that. a quick bit of relief, and then it was over and done with. always.

but in that particular moment, when he was feeling someone’s touch over his pants for the very first time, he had decided that he wasn’t sure he wanted to indulge. maybe it really was as wrong as he knew it to be. he shook his head.

“wait—“ he gasped, squirming on the wooden pew as his head tipped back slightly, his trembling fingers squeezing the edge of the surface under him, “wait, wait, i— oh—oh-!”

he was letting out noises then that made him sound like an innocent fawn, wailing out in a mix of confusion and pleasure and shame and fear as he felt his cock spasm and flood his underwear with an overwhelming warmth. despite his verbal hesitation, he had pushed his hips up hard into your touch as he orgasmed—grinding against it as the shocks of release stung the finger that wore the ring of silver. he could almost feel the metal burning into his skin amidst all of the overstimulating ecstasy that caused his thighs to quake. guilt radiated through all of his bones; seeping into his marrow.

he had sinned, fully and wholly. he was a sinner.

your touch dirtied him. infected him.

you had made him this way.

he was supposed to be good; a good person, a good son, a good follower.

but you had ruined it. all of it.

he’d never been prone to anger, but right then he had wanted to shout. he wanted to shove you away, get down on his knees, and begin repenting. mumbling pleas and apologies with his hands clasped together and his head hung, bowed in penance. his body weighed down by the heavy stone of his own culpability in the situation; the realization that he hadn’t done enough to refuse your attention.

but, in the end, he couldn’t find it in himself to deny his body the gratification of being so close to you. he was no longer worthy of god’s forgiveness anyways, so he turned his head and looked to your eyes, tears pooling in his own. they dripped down his flushed cheeks as he pulled ragged, greedy gasps of air into his lungs. his chest rattled as he cried. the feeling of the slimy wetness soaking into his underwear had only made the sting of reality more pitiful.

if he had looked like an angel before all of this, he surely was a fallen one now.

“…th-thank you, i'm sorry…” he sobbed softly, “i’m sorry.”

he didn't quite know who he was apologizing to.

it had only felt right.

#tw corruption #tw coercion #tw dubcon #cw religious themes #yay first small fic #i hope i portrayed his inner turmoil well enough bc i feel like itd be something he would rlly struggle with #all of the new feelings and all of the new emotions and the thought that someone he barely knew had put him in that position #poor thing #asks.#fics.#art donaldson smut #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x you #challengers smut

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islandofthedollz · 11 days ago

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PLEASEEE do more priest jimmy 🙏 i will give my life and soul for this

❤︎ Forgive me father for I have sinned ❤︎

⁠❥TW: power imbalance, corporal discipline and the corruption of religous traditions in a historical context

⁠❥Ask and you shall receive!!!

“Father?' You clear your throat. Father... May I speak with you?” The quiet, slightly muffled voice behind the heavy oak door followed a timid knock, almost as though you did not want to be heard. As though this would give you absolution to walk away.

Unseen, Jimmy smiled, delighted, before raising his voice. “Enter, my child.”

The door slowly opened, just enough to admit you. When you entered you were so nervous, you felt you were visibly shrinking making you seem even more vulnerable. However, while innocent, at [AGE] years old, you were no child.

“Well, come in, my dear, and tell me what is on your mind.”

Slowly and reluctantly you fully entered the room and came to sit where Father Jimmy directed, on one of the two large, leather wingback chairs facing the fire. The ghost of a smile graced his lips. Perched you on the very edge of the seat, you were in real danger of sliding to the floor. You clasp your hands tightly in your lap it would have been better holding the polished armrests, Jimmy thought wryly.

Taking the other seat, he leaned back, spreading his thighs. You try to avoid eye contact trying to look everywhere but at him, you appeared to be gathering your thoughts. Jimmy was in no hurry. There was nothing like anticipation to make the treat that much sweeter.

After a few minutes of silence, marked only by the crackling and occasional pops from the fire, a falling log broke the spell, and you finally made eye contact. Jimmy raised one intimidating brow.

You began. “Forgive me, Father,” an intriguing start, he thought, “for disturbing you so late, but I could not sleep, and I...” you hesitated again, looking down at your lap as your hands were wrung the blood from your knuckles.

“Continue,” Father Jimmy instructed.

“I..” you took another deep breath, your voice came out in a rush, “have been having impure thoughts.” You look at with wide eyes, “Please, Father, help me.”

And there it was. While he couldn't say he was surprised his sermons were almost wholly focussed on the sins of the flesh and the need to stay pure inorder to avoid the licking flames of Hellfire he had wondered how long it would take before the graphic images of devils tempting the flesh of innocent maids would take root in the mind of his young ward.

Jimmy’s looks at you sternly, he asked, “And what form do these impure thoughts take, child? Perhaps you wish to laze in bed instead of doing your chores or have had unkind thoughts towards the other girls in the parish? Perchance, you are coveting their pretty dresses and ribbons?”

You shake your head vigorously, you seemed relieved to be able to disabuse him of these thoughts. “Oh, no, Father, nothing like that.”

“Not Sloth, Wrath or Envy, you say? I know you are generally a good, obedient girl. What could possibly be keeping you from your rest?” Jimmy suppressed a smirk as she looked even more uncomfortable, and a flush worked its way from her cheeks down her long, neck to disappear beneath her dress. “What sin do you have to confess to me at this late hour?”

Another rustle as your hands fidgeted with your skirt. You took another deep breath, held, then said slowly. “Lust, Father.”

Almost too low to hear, the confession came out on a strangled half sob that made him swell in anticipation. He was tempted to make you repeat yourself, insist you proclaim your shame in a loud, clear voice, butJimmy wanted to reward you bravery with a modicum of kindness.

“So, you have been entertaining lustful thoughts, my child, and your first impulse was to come to me for help? Such a good girl to understand that this is a serious matter that needs to be nipped in the bud before it is allowed to grow wild and untamed. You have done the right thing, and I am proud of you.” He gave you a small smile, which saw some of the colour returning to your cheeks and you smiled at him back.

“However,” she flinch at the harsh change in his tone, his smile disappearing as quickly as it had arrived, “as you are aware, a sin of this magnitude cannot go unpunished.”

You really were just perfect. Acquiring you from your impoverish father, who was often in his cups and all too ready to hand you off to someone of his standing in the community, was the best decision he'd ever made. You’d been with him less than a year, but you had been so grateful for his charity and attention after a lifetime of neglect that he truly felt you’d come to love him.

You’d quickly accepted Jimmy’s strict rules, seeming to thrive on the structure he was only too happy to offer you, and you had even willingly submitted to his occasional physical punishments weathers it’s a spanking with his hand or her hairbrush when you made a small mistake. Jimmy had impressed upon you that these stinging chastisements were for your own good, to ensure you grew up pure of mind and spirit, to become the best young woman you could be. He believed that you welcomed them as a sign of his love because he took the time to discipline you in such a way when your own father had not.

After each punishment, he gave you a long, warm hug, stroking your back and hot, red bottom until your tears subsided before drying your eyes and giving you a sweet kiss on your flushed cheeks and forehead.

On this occasion, after waiting so long for you to begin your sexual awakening, the punishment and comfort would be so much more profound.

“Look at me, child.”He waited until your eyes met his and held your gaze with his unforgiving stare. “ Now tell me exactly what manner these impure thoughts have taken. Have you entertained wicked scenarios in your mind, or have you gone further and let your wicked fingers wander where they shouldn't?”

With your fingers writhing in your lap your thighs squeezed together, you were almost enacting your sins of the flesh as you haltingly confessed her guilt.

You took a deep breath “I touched... my... under the covers. I'm so sorry, Father. I tried to stop, but... I kept being drawn back.”

There followed a long silence that Jimmy chose not to break until you finally looked at him from beneath damp lashes, white teeth sunk deeply into her plush lower lip. You already looked so penitent that it seemed almost cruel to punish you further, but he truly felt that this was for the best. For both of them.

“I cannot say that I am not disappointed in your shameful behaviour, but before punishment is meted out, I believe I shall have to establish the extent of your sin.” Wide-eyed, you sucked in a breath. “Did you violate your purity entirely, or did you leave your final innocence untouched?”

You seemed confused with the question did not rule in favour or against the breaking of your maidenhead. Your mother had died young, and your father had never taken another wife who could talk to you of such things. As a man of God, he had purposefully kept you sheltered from what most young women of your age knew, treasuring the fact that he would, one day, be the man to relieve you of your innocence. Today, it would seem, was the day.

“Well, hurry now, girl, and disrobe. It is time to shed light on what has been done in the dark.”

With a stricken look and quiet whimper, you reluctantly unbuttoned your dress, carefully folded it and laid it on the chair you had recently vacated. Standing in only your undergarments, the thin cotton shift was translucent in the glow of the fire, revealing your silhouette to Jimmy’s hungry eyes. You looked at him imploringly. At an almost imperceptible shake of his head,your hands moved to divest yourself of even this thin layer of protection until you were standing, shivering before him, your arms wrapped tightly around your breasts whether for modesty, warmth, or protection was unclear. The fact that the region which had caused this trouble was completely exposed did not go unnoticed.

Walking towards you, his hands moved to yours and gently but firmly, he unclasped your cold fingers from your upper arms.Jimmy moved them to the small of your back, urging you to grip your forearms neatly behind you, so that they rested just above the swell of your ass. Not only did that remove the temptation for you to cover his view, but it also had the added benefit of pushing your breasts forward as if begging for attention. Indeed, you surprisingly prominent nipples had pebbled pleasingly at his proximity. Despite being of a mind to give them the attention they so clearly desired, he steeled himself to take the time to punish you properly before moving on to their reward.

“Girl, I can see the signs of lust upon your body as clear as if the word was painted on your skin.”

Stepping even closer to a naked you, Jimmy towered over you and reached out with one large rough hand to cradle your soft cheek, angling your head back to look deeply into your blown pupils. “The black pits of your soul have opened wide to let in the devil, eating up the wholesome blue of your purity.”

You tried to bow your head, your eyes filling with tears of fear and shame, but his firm hand did not allow you to break eye contact. “Fear not, girl. You have confessed, which is the first step towards redemption and purity. Once you have been thoroughly punished, you will be forgiven and absolved of your sins. Now, let us catalogue the extent of your wickedness.”

Retreating slightly, he allowed his thumb to brush your swollen bottom lip, pressing down slightly, which made you involuntarily gasp and lick the dry digit with your tongue.

Moving away from such a warm, wet temptation, Jimmy’s fingers traced a path along your jaw and down your throat, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. Your nostrils flared, and your thighs shifted restlessly together, craving the friction you now knew would soothe the ache.

Circling the swell of her of your breast,Jimmy allowed his rough fingertips to wander up and over the peak, triggering a trembling gasp as they brushed the nub, causing it to stiffen impossibly harder. As you unconsciously pushed yourself further into his hand, he rewarded you with a sharp pinch that made you cry out in pained pleasure.

“This is an area not unused to stolen pleasure, I see.” Jimmy gazed down at your reddened face sternly as his other hand took care of your neglected right breast. “Have your greedy fingers been toying with these ripe little fruits, girl? The truth now!”

You were red from your cheeks to the very breasts he was now toying with, “yes father” you mumbled

“Show me,” Jimmy demanded.

Again, you looked askance at him, however the excitement in your gaze belied your reluctance. You were no doubt shamed at having to touch yourself in front of him, but the very embarrassment you were experiencing seemed only to increase your arousal.

Slowly, sensuously, your hand snaked in front of your body and traced a featherlight path over the curve of your hip, past your belly button, and up to the valley between your breasts, taking time to circle one teasingly before heading to its twin. Provocatively maintaining eye contact the entire time, you began stroking the aching tip, gently at first, your fingers barely skimming the pebbled flesh. Gaining momentum, you firmed your grip, rolling the delicate flesh more enthusiastically, tweaking and pinching it between your fingertips. Your breath caught as you shuddered in pleasure, and her eyes closed as you slowly began to lose herself in the sensation.

“Eyes on me, girl!” Jimmy yelled. He would not be shut out or denied. He wanted to see everything. Every filthy little thought as it crossed your mind. How else could he be sure to punish you effectively and cleanse her of every sin if you were able to hide from him?

Your eyes sprang open and locked on his gaze, then quickly, your lids became heavy as your pleasure increased. You were enjoying yourself far too much, losing yourself in the very sin you were to here to repent.

“Enough!”Jimmy commanded. You were startled, your hands flying guiltily from your flushed breasts to clasp once again behind your back.

“Is this the only forbidden flesh your fingers have strayed to, or have they wandered further into sin?”Jimmy’s chocolate eyes pointedly dipped down her belly to the tuft of hair thatch that covered her mound.

You shifted uneasily, your thighs rubbing together, drawing attention to the light sheen of moisture that coated your skin.

“Father?” it came out as a desperate plea. To leave the question unanswered, he mused, or to show him just how far you had fallen into lust?

“Show me, girl.”Jimmy’s voice held no argument, and it was with something like relief that you unclasped your hands and brought both down to stroke along your thighs. Shuffling your feet apart, your fingers swept around the plump inner curves, now slippery with your arousal. With the familiarity of diligent practice, you used the first two fingers on your left hand to part the outer petals of your womanhood, revealing its hot depths to the mercy of your other hand. Enraptured,Jimmy could not tear his eyes from where the slender digits, first one, quickly followed by a second, plunged into the moist font of your honey. Once dripping with the slippery fluid, you anointed the engorged pearl at the apex of your pussy and proceeded to agitate it most wantonly, moaning like a Pagan whore.

When Jimmy finally wrenched his gaze from your dripping slit, he found you watching him, your face flushed and eyes hooded. With Jimmy’s attention now firmly on you, you licked your full lips, tempting him to join you in this display of debauchment. And Jimmy was tempted. Lord, how he was tempted.

“Remove your fingers this instant!”Jimmy’s voice came out strained, husky. Beneath his robes, he was hard, and he knew that should you be allowed to continue in such a wanton way he was liable to unman himself. As a man of God, he knew that Onan's sin of spilling his seed upon the ground was displeasing in the sight of the Lord. Fortunately, he had an altogether more pleasing receptacle for his offering.

It was past time to put a stop to this disgraceful display. “I have seen enough, child. You have clearly been possessed of the devil and need an experienced man of God to set you back on the path of righteousness.”

Your hands again safely behind your back,you were the very picture of contrition. You had come to him for help, and now you would be purged of you shame. You truly were fortunate that he took you in. Who else would take the time to save your mortal soul?

Firmly taking your upper arm, he led you across the room to his prie dieu the ornately-carved prayer desk and kneeler he used for his private devotion. He stopped her as you went to kneel on the padded stool.

“No, child, there will be time enough for kneeling later. First, you are to be scourged to release the devil from his hold on your impressionable young flesh.”

Your eyes flew to his, showing your fear of what was to come. But what was this? Could he detect a curious excitement for the strict punishment he would be meting out? Did the thought of placing you innocent young body in his hands enflame her as it did him? Interesting. He was clearly going to have to be especially thorough with your chastisement if it was to be effective. There was no room for mercy where wickedness was so firmly rooted.

Leading you to the back of the structure, he had you bend deeply, leaning with your forearms resting on the sloped desk, your fingers clasped in prayer.

“Arch your back, child, and offer yourself up to your punishment. Show me that you willingly accept the kiss of the lash that will free you from the burden of guilt and shame that currently weighs upon your soul.”

Sinking further down, your breasts hanging freely Jimmy had alluded to earlier, you widened your stance and raised your hips, going so far as to rise onto your tiptoes to enticingly offer up your plush globes. It was all Jimmy could do not to seize your fleshy cheeks and thrust his throbbing member into your unclaimed hole that brazenly winked at him.

Was this an invitation to defile you like a heathen? The devil indeed had taken hold of your innocent mind. There was no time to delay. Taking up his scourge, which hung on the wall above his bed and had seen service when he felt self-flagellation was required to keep himself pure, he returned to stand at your side.

Seizing the worn whip of knotted leather by its sturdy plaited handle, he offered it to her lips for a kiss before tipping your chin up and warning you, “ I will now flog you until I believe the devil has fled your body. This will be a very severe punishment, and you will need to be brave and endure, for in the end you will be forgiven.” You whimpered in fear whilst raising your hips further in eager acceptance.

“So be it.” And with those ominous words, he began.

Much later, Jimmy breathing heavily, his face sheened in sweat and his vestments sticking to his back. However, the signs of his exertion were nothing compared to her condition. Your buttocks and the backs of your thighs were crosshatched with red welts and a myriad of tiny purpling bruises. You were shaking as silent tears puddled on the shelf below you, but you remained obediently locked in place, your hands still clasped in prayer.

He stroked the sweaty strands of your hair where they clung to your flushed cheeks and raised your head. “You have done well, child, and can rejoice as the devil has been driven from your body. You are forgiven your sins and are once more beloved of God.”

As he helped you to stand, you gave him a small smile. “Am I... pure once more, Father?”

Jimmy smiled benevolently and guided you round to kneel on the cushioned platform.

“Almost, my child. All that remains is for you to be filled with the holy sacrament. Now close your eyes, raise your head, and stick out your tongue...”

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