~Saint of Temptation~

Catholic Guilt themed Sideblog. bxdhabiits mainblog. Private.

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hello!~ you can call me Nova (they/them). i’m 30 and i live in EST. this is a sideblog for bxdhabiits.

i’m mostly here to write smut and more relaxed plots, as my anxiety really likes to take over when i’m roleplaying and gets to me a lot. my muses are pretty much open to most things and kinks-wise, there’s always at least one who will enjoy anything (other than bathroom or blood play). feel free to ask for more details though if you so choose! discord is available at request for mutuals as r do write on there too. here’s some of my links:

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[bittersweetblasphemy]

thinkin abt cockwarming a priest in the confessional booth while listening to pitiful little sinners beg for forgiveness

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ofsacriilege​:

there’s a thousand ways her confession could have gone terribly wrong and there’s a flash of panic when she hears the movement on the other side of the door, fearing punishment or judgement or worse when it finally opens. when she receives instead is a gift, something more holy than any altar she’s ever seen. an expression between lust and worship as her gaze slides between the mother’s face and her thick cock. “please, mother,” she practically groans as she leans forward, her own wetness quickly forgotten. hands come up, hesitating only a breath away from the outline of odette’s cock. “can i…? please.”

odette couldn’t help but smile. this one was going to be perfect for her. it had been some time since she had a reliable toy to use for her own needs. if the redhead was as devout as she lead her to believe, this was going to be a very lucrative arrangement. “of course you can, my dear. this is a place of worship and Mother needs to be worshipped. it has been much too long since my cock has disappeared into another, go on. pull them down. taste all that you can,” she whispered, unmoving.

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open to: everyone {possible} connections: avid church goer, sibling/parent to one of the other clergy

“i would not worry too much about what’s on the table. i am sure the patrons will enjoy it all the same,” amity assured them with a quick smile. to say she was nervous was an understatement. a church bake sale wasn’t anything particularly new, but she knew that they would be there. it made her heart race. it was a feeling that would surely need a confession later. as the doors opened, her eyes sought them out in the crowd.

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open to: everyone {possible} connections: other clergy/nun/priest, a churchgoer who had confessed to odette

“you know i cannot let you out of your room yet,” odette lectured with an exasperated sigh, closing the door behind her. the mother superior had already begun to strip, removing her robes behind to reveal a body covered in black lace lingerie, the straining of her panties showing just how excited she was. “i can tell by your expression you’re still having...dark thoughts. mother must work them out of you.”

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open to: everyone {possible} connections: other nun/clergy, mother superior, priest, demo*ic something disguised as human

“forgive me, my mind as been...elsewhere,” were the first word’s out of the nun’s mouth at being caught. she had been lost in her mind in the confessional booth. not even confessing, but sitting and stewing in her brain. “i did not mean to hog up the booth from you,” she stood up, adjusting her robes, trying her best to keep her eyes away from the other. of course the person she was thinking about had to catch her.

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ofsacriilege​:

alice’s heart is pounding against the restriction of her ribcage, fingers continuing to toy with the wetness between her legs, only stilling when the older woman requests the name of the object of her affections. does she risk it? does she admit her sins and take the risk of consequences on the chance that odette might feel the same? she can’t help herself and finally, voice heavy with lust, she admits it. “you. it’s you, mother. i desire you.”

the religious woman doesn’t waste any time at that confession. her body is lifting up and out of her side of the booth. hands work at the redhead’s door, opening it up a moment later. “we can take care of that child,” the side was small, even more so when the nun took a step fully inside and closed the door behind her. “which means you’ll need to take care of Mother,” her hands grabbed the end of her robes and pulled them up, revealing the hard cock straining black lace.

[conscience-killer]

Kneel.

[fastnights]

her beauty

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ofsacriilege​:

the fact that odette doesn’t immediately shut down the mention of these sinful thoughts sends a thrill through alice, toying with the possibility that the older woman might actually want her back. “they are worthy of worship. not to blaspheme but i would worship them for hours, days if they wanted me to. i’d get down on my knees in a second if they asked me to,” she admits, continuing to touch herself to the idea of such a thing. “i don’t think so. they…aren’t as much of a sinner as me. they seem so holy, mother. i can’t even compare.”

this one could pepper every phrase with that and it would still excite her. get down on her knees. worship. hours- days. god, it all made it so much harder to control herself. heart racing, she place a hand on the wall and pressed herself a little closer to the window between them. “holy people have desires too, my dear. this is the place to confess. tell me the name of who you desire. do it and it will surely relieve you of everything you think to be sinful,” she could hear movement and hazard a guess based on everything. 

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gentlexsouls​:

There was no resistance inside of the Mother Superior when it came to stroking her fingers through the others soft hair, she knew she ought to refrain, but she kept telling herself it was a show of kindness. “Are you sure, my dear? A trouble shared is a trouble halved, might I offer an ear to listen.” She cooed softly, before retracting her hand, signing the cross before kneeling beside Kris. “I find myself drawn to the silence of the convent, I like to make sure all the sisters are kept well through the night, especially on such uneasy evenings like tonight.” Storms never did bother her, she could watch them for hours up in the towers.

The touch- it was so soft and did nothing for their mind. Nothing for those wandering thoughts that had kept them up for so long. The older of the two, this gorgeous woman, she was in their brain- pushing out thoughts of even their Lord. “I see; you are as k-kind as always,” They replied with a soft laugh, a nervous soft of giggle. They did not push her hand away, but leaned into it fully, bright eyes gazing at their Superior with complete adoration. “I think...my mind had been in a dark place. Not of illness, but of...of lust,” Kris admitted with rosy cheeks. “It is been hard for me to think on...on m-much else.”

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ofsacriilege​:

that voice filters in from the other side and it does little to quell her urges, fingers continue to work at the growing wetness between her legs. it’s a filthy thing to be doing what she’s doing, especially in the house of god, but that only serves to spur her on further. “it’s so hard to focus,” she admits, words very truthful. “whenever i see this person, my mind wanders. i want to kiss them, to touch them, to…to see what they look like under their clothes. i know they’re beautiful and i know…i just know i could make them feel so good if they let me.”

“you have no reason to think ill on these thoughts,” odette began. “these urges are natural if the person you think about is worthy of worship.” her own hands had begun to stroke, to work over the thick material of her robes. there was no need for direct contact- not yet. “i’m sure you could make them feel beyond words, my dear. and what about them? do they wish to have you in the same way? to fill you up as you wish to be filled?”

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filthysins​:

amity was good, eager, and most importantly, willing to do whatever he said without question. all things that trent enjoyed and used for his own pleasure. the first feeling of her warm mouth  around his cock drew a soft groan from the priest’s lips. lifting a hand he placed it against the back of her head, urging her to take more of him into her mouth as he watched the way her body moved with each bob of her head along his length. “that’s it, show me how you worship.” he murmured, his heated gaze remaining on the nun currently on her knees with a mouthful of his cock. 

it was hard to say that amity was much of a nun anymore. worship belonged to trent and only trent. she yearned for moments, burned for the touch of his hand against her skin. the repercussions of corruption long since driven from her mind from the way he fucked her so well. she did not resist the hand. in fact, she was driven by it. amity moaned around the cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue and pressing further down onto the growing inches, eyes rolling back at the taste. a moment to pull back, to whisper, “i worship you, father. i worship your cock and the way you use it to pleasure me so well,” and with that, she went back down.

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filthysins​:

she relaxed when odette stated there was nothing wrong, still she was curious at what the other needed from her. the mention of other duties had her interest piqued, and seraphina being so eager to please didn’t stop to think that maybe she should be concerned. “what duties? i haven’t heard anything about them before but i’m eager to do all i can to join this convent.” she replied, showing that eagerness openly as she looked to odette hopefully.

the eagerness- she could feel it. much like the light from above that they were all there for, odette could feel the tension in the very air around the two of them. she took another step closer, her eyes moving around the other’s expression before leaning into seraphina’s ear, “you must be a cocksleeve for me- for mother superior. it is something required of all the clergy in this building,” and her hand grasped the others, placing it right between her own legs, to feel the growing stiffness.

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ofsacriilege​:

open to m/f/nb plot: your muse is a member of the clergy and alice is deeply attracted to them, so she decided to touch herself during a ‘confession’ // based on this  potential connection: just a clergy member, friend/significant other’s parent, parent’s friend, step/family, tab*o welcome!

“forgive me, for i have sinned,” alice begins as she settles into the confessional booth, her short skirt and lack of panties making it more than a little obvious to god that her repentance is a lie. “i find myself thinking lustful thoughts all the time, especially late at night.” one hand dips down between her legs, tips of her fingers slowly beginning to rub at her cl*t. “they’re about one person in particular, someone i shouldn’t be thinking about, but i can’t help it.”

“tell me your sins, dear,” odette started and breathed out a little through her nose. the sound of the voice was familiar and already she could feel her robes growing harder to wear. this one, this little...vixen. the mother superior had seen the other woman walking out, peaking from a small hole she had added to the side of the booth. her body was heavenly. “all the time? confess to your mother what these thoughts are telling you. spare...spare no details, child.”

[stockholmgf]

hmmm being forced to pray for forgiveness while getting fucked in a church confessional.

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gentlexsouls​:

“Settle my dear.” Louise purred out as she walked further into the Chapel, hazel eyes focused in on the young Nun knelt praying. It wasn’t odd to find some of the sisters praying at such a late hour, nor was it odd that the Reverend Mother was found to be walking around the Convent, enjoying such a peace, but the wrath of the weather outside had kept her up for a while now, and Louise was surprised if Kris was the only one she found awake tonight. “Does the weather trouble you?” She asked, her hand coming to rest upon the back of the others head. “Or is there something else on your mind?”

The touch of the other was enough to both settle them, but also drive them further into those thought they tried so hard to escape. Kris wanted to pray away these yearnings, these wants for the Mother Superior and yet, they couldn’t seem to go away. No matter how much they tried. “It is...It is n-nothing Mother. I am m-merely in my own h-head about things,” Heart thumped against their chest, delicate hands twisting amongst themselves. “Why are y-you up? Did the weather affect you?”