#avatrice smut

[sapphicstacks]

Ava hasn’t had an orgasm in a month. Which, in the grand scheme of things, is probably not that big of a deal, but it’s getting pretty fucking annoying. Since that day with Beatrice in the Tributary bathroom, Ava hasn’t been able to make herself come.

And not from lack of trying.

Okay, fine, there were two weeks in there where Ava was in so much pain that she had absolutely no interest in masturbation, but now? It’s becoming a bit of a problem.

She’s tried everything. Her hand, her vibrator, a dildo. She even went out and bought a new vibrator just to see if a different shape or speed would finally get her over the edge. She’s tried any and every position she could possibly masturbate in— twice. She’s watched porn, she’s read smut, and she’s fantasized about things that she’s never once even considered as something she would be interested in.

The most annoying part of it is that it genuinely feels good. It’s not like she isn’t getting aroused. Ava knows how to make herself feel good, and it’s working. The problem is that she can’t bring herself over the edge. Her orgasm is always perpetually out of reach.

Her vibrator dies, or her hand cramps, or she gets overstimulated before she can get anywhere near the finish. And it's not like Ava has a particularly hard time getting herself to come. She’s faster with someone else (really fast with Beatrice) and consistent on her own.

Except for this past month. It’s becoming a genuine problem. Ava has been actively edging herself multiple times a day, so even when she’s not masturbating, she’s thinking about it. She’s turned on— constantly. Which is not ideal most days, but it’s really fucking bad today.

Because today is Beatrice’s first day back at the station.

Chapter 8 Cont. on AO3

[sapphicstacks]

Firefighters know the importance of good water pressure. Or, at least, that's what Ava would tell the crew when they asked why she always took a shower at the station.

The water pressure at Ava's apartment was shit, and the station always had hot water. So, every night, every morning, and sometimes, randomly in the middle of the day, Ava would take full advantage of the facilities.

Except that wasn't the whole truth. They really were great showers, sure, but the real reason Ava carefully planned every time she showered was what Ava was doing right now.

Sometimes, if Ava got the timing right and said just the right things, she could convince someone to join her in the shower.

So, tonight, during her second shower of the day, Ava was pressed against and three fingers deep inside one Lieutenant Beatrice Lin-Watson while the rest of their crew was obliviously watching Sharknado: The 4th Awakens across the firehouse.

Here's how Ava managed it.

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An Avatrice Firefighter AU

[littlestarlost]

“I have one thing I need to do first. Well, two things, actually.” She cups Beatrice’s face in her hands and kisses her, long and slow and languid, grinning at Beatrice’s visible disappointment when she pulls away. “Okay, that’s the first thing. Next: let me give you a massage.”

Beatrice actually cracks up laughing. “What? No, Ava, you just got back from another dimension, you must be tired—”

Ava puts up a hand to stop her. “Bea, listen to me. Yes, I just got back from Reya’s world. But do you know what I did there? I healed. I have been thoroughly rested and restored on every level: physically, mentally, emotionally, I think even atomically. Being there was like seventy types of therapy, all at once, all the time. I’m fine. More than fine, even. But you aren’t. So come on.”

~~~

Ava returns from Heaven to give the back rub Beatrice deserves.

[sistertinysips]

I love every single fanfic writer in the warrior nun fandom, specially those who write smut, but I have a bone to pick with you all.

Y'all always always make Ava the one with the praise kink. Don't get me wrong I love it but... hear me out, because these are hard facts:

Bea is literally, Miss 'excelled at literally everything for approval'. Miss 'became skilled at so many things just to have value', Miss so much of my identity leans on being GOOD at things, on nothing short of stellar peak performance. Are you all srsly telling me, that Beatrice No Last name isn't the one with the baddest case of praise kink ever??? Because... honestly

Now imagine them getting down to it, and just randomly by chance, in the middle of it Ava calls her a good girl for something that isn't even sexual and Bea fucking whimpers. Now that I'd LOVE to read, because we know she's just such a little shit, she'd take it, run with it to me moon and back and just have Beatrice wrapped around her little finger because she just discovered Bea's sexual Kryptonite

[avatrice4l]

This TikTok did some justice cuz damnnn that first part is mentalll🥵! This TikTok creator did that!!!

[sapphicstacks]

depends on your defonition of wet

i can see the conversation now!

“oh, bea. your hands are all wet, baby,” ava teased.

“what?” beatrice furrowed her eyebrows, confused as to why ava was using that tone. “of course they are. how else am i supposed to wash the dishes?”

ava trails one finger teasingly up beatrice’s arm, a line of soapy water following in her wake. “is that the only place you’re wet?”

[littlestarlost]

eve, in the garden (an avatrice ficlet)

Ava is generally fascinated by all the things Beatrice does, but it’s all the fruit that finally sends her over the edge. 

Beatrice, who slices her apples into perfect sixteenths and peels mandarins while keeping the skin in one piece. 

Beatrice, who always rests the strawberry against her lips before taking a bite, as if in reverent prayer. 

(It’s a look Ava has only seen when they're in the throes of passion, and when Bea eats strawberries.)

Beatrice, who eats green grapes by peeling the skin off first, using only her teeth and tongue. 

(Ava makes herself come just by grinding her thighs together, panting hot into the corner of the pillow so Beatrice won’t wake up.)

Beatrice only buys things when they’re in season, so it isn’t until the first nip of October that she brings home a pomegranate. She actually brings home five—only one of which is going into the chutney she wants to try, but they were on sale—and as Ava helps put away the groceries she can’t help but drift towards them. Spending twelve years unable to feel has made her a glutton for novelty, even to this day; the chance to feel something new is still a shining golden treasure. Her sensory-hungry hands are immediately drawn to the pomegranate’s taut flesh, the healthy weight of it in her palm, the way something gives just a little under the surface when she applies the slightest pressure. 

“How do you eat these?” Ava asks, her mouth already watering for some reason. “Is the skin good? Can I just go full apple, or this another rambutan situation?” 

Beatrice laughs, her joy like pealing bells on a Saint’s day. “Not quite, but there is kind of a trick to them. Would you like me to show you?” 

Ava nods. “Yes, please,” she says, voice low. She can’t help herself when Beatrice shows her things. 

They have to finish putting the groceries away first—Beatrice, as always, is an edging queen—and then Ava has to do the dishes she left in the sink from this morning. But eventually things are to Beatrice’s liking (Ava would do a million dishes just to see that specific calm smile), and they stand together by the sink: Beatrice filling a bowl with lukewarm water, and Ava with her chin planted on her hands like a brat. 

“Watch this,” Beatrice flashes the tiniest smirk, twirling a paring knife between her fingers before stabbing it into the top of the pomegranate, cutting a neat circle around the calyx and removing it as casually as she might kill a man with her bare hands. “Now, do you see the white pith inside, in between the seeds? You have to peel that off, and it’s often easiest to do in water, like so.” She slices a few straight lines down the pomegranate before submerging it in the bowl and cracking it open like a spine, which sends a delightful shiver down Ava’s own back. 

In Beatrice’s hands, everything becomes holy. The water bath is a baptism, the squirt of juice blooming blood-red like a temple crowned with thorns; the pith floats to the surface like clouds as the arils sink to the bottom of the bowl. They don’t pop out of the pomegranate easily; Beatrice has to coax them off the pith, her thumb stroking the seeds until they submit. She pulls up a handful—tiny seeds, once held in bondage and now freed, pearly pink and nearly translucent around the edges. The water runs through her fingers in rivulets. 

“Here,” Beatrice breathes, as if speaking too loud might shatter the moment. She takes an aril from her cupped palm and raises it to Ava’s lips, her fingers lingering as Ava’s tongue darts out to receive it. “Close your eyes.” 

Ava obeys, eyelashes fluttering as she bites down on the tiny seed. There’s a burst of tart-sweet juice on her tongue, a gentle crunch—refreshing and intriguing and gone far too soon. 

“Delicious,” she groans with pleasure.

[simplykorra]

trespasser - chapter ten

Sometimes Ava gets far too lost in her head about just how fucked up her life is.

She’s died twice, lived in another realm for so long she’s probably lucky she doesn’t know an exact time. She’s been tortured and stabbed. She has a fucking angel’s halo in her spine that keeps her alive and heals her.

It’s so much, and all of that happened after she was in a car accident and left paralyzed and alone.

That part of her life somehow still hurts more than all the rest of it.

Still, the cherry on top of it all is her girlfriend. They don’t call each other that, but in Ava’s mind they are and there is no one else in any realm that Ava loves more than Beatrice.

Beatrice, who was once a nun and now has a demon living inside of her that may or may not like the way Ava looks naked.

It’s all just so very fucked up, but it is her life and she is still here to live and enjoy it and that is exactly what she’s going to do.

The sun has just set and Beatrice is tidying up their dining room after dinner (some excellent steaks that they had delivered) and Ava is feeling overwhelmingly gay at the sight of Beatrice being so domestic.

She sits on the couch and watches her, leaning over the back with her head in her hand just…watching.

Ava is convinced Beatrice doesn’t even know she’s doing it, but there’s a soft cadence of classical music playing on the little speaker Ava ordered and Bea is humming along with it.

There’s a tiny smile on the corner of her lips - it’s so peaceful. Almost normal - it’s everything.

CONT ON AO3

[avatrice4l]

*Ava and Beatrice currently fight*

Ava, yelling at Beatrice from the bedroom: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Beatrice: IM SLEEPING ON THE COUCH! GOODNIGHT!!

Ava: FINE!

Beatrice: FINEE!!!

-20 minutes later-

Ava, walks to the couch and lays on top of Beatrice: I don’t want to hear it

*Beatrice wraps her arms around her*

[toohaughthotdamn]

Beatrice took Ava’s hand, “Do you not think yourself worthy of worship?” She lifted her other hand up to turn Ava’s face back towards her, brushing away a tear with her thumb. “Do you not think yourself worthy of devotion?” Ava’s gaze never left the ground, but Beatrice ducked down to meet her eyes, yet Ava turned away again.

Beatrice slid from her spot on the couch to kneel in front of Ava. “Do you not think yourself worthy of my devotion?” All she got in return was a scoff, so Beatrice bowed her head and did the one thing she knows she is good at. She began to pray.

When Ava heard the faint whispers she looked to Beatrice and the sight had her understanding the power of god at the altar. The fire within her gained new fuel as she saw Beatrice knelt between her legs, praying, begging Ava to accept the holy power she sees in her.

Ava reached down and brushed a strand of hair behind Beatrice’s ear, tracing down her jawline and tilting her chin up until Beatrice opened her eyes, and all Ava could see was love. Ava’s voice was hoarse as she whispered, “Show me”

Hello I have finally joined Tumblr and will start to post my fanart and fics in the next few days :) this is from my fic worthy of my devotion

[shadowhaert]

i remember everything (it all comes back to you)

Fandom: Warrior nun

Ship: Ava/Beatrice

Word Count: 18332

Rating: Mature

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The bar is loud. Their bar.

It’s Saturday night and the city is alive. Though small, it never fails to feed gaggles of partygoers into the streets every weekend, taking students from the mountains and providing them with liquid stress-relief. Almost like coming home, the bar is always waiting for them with open arms.

The rafters seem to tremble with the music, like blood pumping through tight veins, bass spilling out of the mouth of Hans’ brand new stereo system -- all thanks to Beatrice’s meticulous budget-saving techniques. The glasses behind the counter shake and the bar’s stone walls and concrete floors reverberate sound like the belfry back in Andalucía. Beatrice no longer calls that place home. This is their home now. With the cavity of expectations filled instead with laughter, this is their home.

read the rest here on ao3

[darklthemsby]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Warrior Nun (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sister Beatrice/Ava Silva Characters: Ava Silva, Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun), Sister Camila (Warrior Nun) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, They Flip Flop, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Small Camilla cameo at the end, ava is horny Summary:

“What did you do to me?” Beatrice whispered, not as an accusation, but as a plea, a hope that whatever it was, Ava could pull at it more, draw it out of her, let her fully embrace it. “It’s okay Beatrice. I’m here.” Ava’s voice was gentle, almost a little apprehensive as Beatrice felt a hand gently cup her face, lifting it so she could meet Ava’s gaze. Oh.

[daisychainsandbowties]

I just want a factually accurate, incredibly detailed Palmer station in winter in Antarctica fic where Lilith and Beatrice are no nonsense researchers and Camila and Ava and all nonsense maintenance/mechanics people with incredibly well written smut for both ships to magically appear out of thin air. C’mon, universe, help me out…

okay okay okay okay but listen beatrice is there to study heliophysics for nasa. she’s as usual a fucking science nerd supreme & if you ask her about the heliopause or voyager 1 well i hope you brought snacks because she’s not remotely normal about solar wind fizzling out against interstellar wind & the small influence (cosmologically) of the brightest thing we know.

ava is the station mechanic & also a pilot & a professional alpinist. big fan of penguins. her & bea meet when Ava slides off the roof of the bio-building & ends up dangling upside-down in her harness waving to a flummoxed bea through the window.

lilith is a marine biologist and glaciologist & cam is part of her dive-team. they’re weird and soft and lilith is like a stork in a lab coat when cam is around (clumsy) but she’s also… constantly in a wet suit or in a lara croft-type fit because biologists are Like That so cam is playing it cool but like… wants to fuck this strange woman who gets emo over the melting ice caps.

help anon you’re testing my whisker-thin resolve to not start any more aus

[sapphicstacks]

Beatrice refused to teach Ava the horrible things that Beatrice’s parents taught her. Instead, Beatrice would do everything in her power to protect Ava from the voices that implore, “you should be doing more,” while they trespass on private property to take pictures Ava and Beatrice didn’t consent to. Beatrice showed Ava that the greatest of luxuries is her secrets.

And Ava had shown Beatrice how to handle it— beautifully. Ava fought for their joy after they both broke. Time and time again, Ava reminded Beatrice that the wounds would heal. It only feels this raw right now, Beatrice was learning. With Ava, she could breathe through it and get to the other side.

They found their perfect balance. Beatrice taught Ava how to get through it. Ava taught Beatrice how to get past it.

That’s what made Beatrice a bundle of contradictions. She was this combination of focus and distraction, grounded and floating in the clouds, sunshine and midnight rain.

So, that’s how, despite the overwhelming amount of attention Beatrice received today, the horrible photographer, losing control of her emotions for hours, and a yelling match with her best friend, Beatrice was on the other side of it— happy. That’s how, despite the exhaustion that settled deep within her soul, Beatrice still had the energy to love the one person her heart beat for.

Right now, that looked like falling to her knees in a steam-filled bathroom and teasing Ava until she begged, “Your mouth. Please, baby. Use your mouth on me.” And who was Beatrice to deny her?

chapter 41 on AO3!

[drdesperatepigeon]

Sooo, i did my very thorough "research" on ao3 and i must conclude.... that it looks like choking not even a kink anymore it's part of the experience.