#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?”

[alms4oblivion]

the bane of my existence is complete. Chapter 9 of my Avatrice Bridgerton AU is out!

[she-is-27-i-checked]

This week's installment of

You Don't Go Here, But It Doesn't Matter...

A Horny Sunday segment to recommend excellent works of SMUT from other fandoms...

This week we are visiting Warrior Nun fandom...

This week we have the ever popular Sex Pollen trope and a particularly excellent example of it indeed.

Ava looks like this...

Your very light background is ... Ava and Beatrice are a best-friends slow burn to lovers couple, they confessed their love and had their first kiss prior to this and then Big Plot ™️ took over and it's been a while since...

So we're talking the least dubcon variant of sex-pollen here. These two were always going to go at it, they just needed a little push... 🫸

Beatrice looks like this...

Camilla looks like this...

And Dr Jillian Salvius looks like this...

Enjoy!

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[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

[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*

[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

[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!

[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.

[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.

[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

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

Threnodies

A scene from my budding Warrior Nun Dragon Age au, where Ava is the Herald of Andraste, with all that such an idea entails. If that sounds interesting to you, you can check out these posts with long rambles about the setting (x x x x x) shoutout to @daisychainsandbowties. This scene takes place during the quest Here Lies the Abyss. 2nd person because you (the player) are seeing from Beatrice's perspective. She's having a bad time...

Ava falls.

It happens in an instant, less than an instant.  The walkway is collapsing, your friends are running for safety, Ava doubles back to help Mary when she stumbles, and…

Ava falls.  You are too far away.  The damned dragon-Archdemon thing swooped down from the skies and divided your party down the middle, and no amount of magic could draw its attention away from its prize.  You are forced to watch in impotence as Clarel strikes at the beast with the last of her power, disorienting it enough to make it to fall off the ledge, taking the walkway with it.

Ava falls.  She disappears in an explosion of dust and rock, slipping out of sight, out of reach.  You reach out anyway, even as Camila holds you back, your hand seeking, desperately grasping.  You beg the Maker for the mercy of feeling her fingers interlock with yours again.  Mercy, please have mercy…

Ava falls.  Your friends fall.  Mary, Lilith, Vivienne, Iron Bull, Stroud.  One by one they are snatched away from you, the stonework becoming so unstable that you have to be dragged back into the heart of the fight so as not to meet their same fate.  A terror demon nearly decapitates you before you can tear your eyes away from the place they disappeared.

Ava is gone.  The battle continues, but you are blind to it.  You have only one goal now, one destination.  You run back through the bloodied halls and courtyard of the fort, blasting aside everything in your path with lightning more furious than any pride demon can match.  Vaguely, you sense Camila following in your wake, calling your name, but you are deaf to all else.

Ava is gone.  Stony debris decorates the sand.  It sits in isolated chunks and haphazard piles.  It is silent.  The familiar sounds of war fade far into the background as you march to the closest pile, throw down your staff (your magic is exhausted anyway), and start to dig.

Ava is gone.  She's not here.  Your friends are gone.  You can't find them.  You dig, and dig, and dig, until your arms quake and your hands bleed.  Until you're shaking with the sheer effort it takes to stay upright, to not collapse in on yourself.

Ava is gone.  You do collapse, as the battle high leaves your body in a torrent, water rushing through a broken dam.  You try to breathe, but your lungs are clogged with stone dust and will not expand.  Where are the bodies?  The force of the fall would not have scattered them so far across the dunes, so why aren't they here?

Ava is gone.  Your friends are gone.  Someone is shaking you, speaking your name loudly, harshly.  Mother Superion.  She grips you by the scruff and bodily thrashes you until you meet her eyes.  "Beatrice, on your feet, girl!" She commands, pulling you up by your collar.  "Get ahold of yourself!"

"But Mother, they're gone… they're gone…"

Mother Superion's stony gaze softens minutely, and her grip shifts from your scruff to your shoulder.  "Yes, child.  They are in the Fade."  Your heart stops in your chest, frozen stark stiff.

From the Fade I crafted you, And to the Fade you shall return…

"No, Beatrice, no," Mother says firmly, perhaps seeing the dawn of devastation in your eyes and stopping it in its tracks.  "We saw them fall from the back line.  A Rift opened beneath them before they could hit the ground.  They have vanished."

"H-how can that be?  Could the Archdemon…"

"No, the beast corrected itself as it fell and flew off.  It had to be Ava's doing.  There is no other explanation."

"Ava's doing?"

Mother Superion nods.  "Her powers have grown a great deal since she first received the Mark.  It is simple logic to infer that she might now be able to open Rifts the same way she closes them."

"But that means there's still a chance.  A chance that they're all…" Still alive.  Your heart restarts, throbbing beneath your ribcage, making your entire chest ache with its renewed pumping.  You feel breathless still, but it's different now.  You wonder if this is how Hope feels to Ava.

Mother Superion nods again, sharply.  "Yes, but that will mean very little if they return to a dead army and a fort still riddled with demons.  Now pick up your staff and drink this.  We're not finished yet."  She shoves your discarded staff into one hand and a lyrium potion into the other, before pushing you hard back toward the fortress's broken gate.

Ava is gone.  She's not dead.  Your friends are gone, but they are together.  No demon or beast of Blight can best them if they're together.  They will come back.  Until then, you will hunt down every demon in Adamant until the Fade returns them out of fear.

Ava comes back.  A massive Rift tears itself open in the middle of the courtyard, as the conjoined forces of the Inquisition and surviving Wardens push back against another horde of monsters.  At first, you see nothing in it that you haven't seen in dozens of other Rifts, just the eerie, murky green of the other side.  But then there are bodies pushing through the murk and tumbling out onto the cobblestones.  Vivienne first, then Iron Bull, then Warden Stroud.  They look exhausted, shaken, but mostly unharmed.  An eternal moment passes, and then Mary crashes through, taking three steps before falling to one knee, head bowed, chest heaving.  Ava is the last to step through.  Her face is stone, her eyes are wet.  She holds up a hand, and clenches it into a fist.  The Mark ignites, and the Rift closes.

Ava is back.  The demons fall and fade, their tether severed.  The battle is over, but it takes several seconds for the realization to settle over its participants.  You only have eyes for the woman in front of you, but you can sense the crowd around you turning to look too.

Ava is back.  She's worse for wear, but she stands tall, even as her mouth twists with an emotion you are horribly familiar with.  Despair.

Ava is back.  Vivienne is back.  Bull is back.  Stroud is back.  Mary is back.  Lilith is…

A cheer erupts from the gathered troops, who are too caught up in the sudden victory to grasp what has happened.  All around you, people are wiping blood and sweat from their faces, sinking to the ground, leaning on their weapons, and embracing each other.

Without immediately realizing it, you are moving, walking on unsteady feet towards the girl you thought you'd lost, whose skin glows faintly in the low light of nearby fires.  She meets you halfway, pulling you flush against her body, burying her face in your neck.  "Bea," she whimpers, tears slowly soaking into the fabric of your robes.  One syllable, conveying everything.  You hold her tighter.  It's all you can do.

Ava is back, and Lilith is gone.  Before the night ends, that knowledge will break you.  It will send you crashing to the floor of your tent and sobbing against Mary's chest.   But for now, for now, you hold Ava in your arms, praise the Maker, and breathe.