Ever so Gently??

[missjanjie]

okay so anetra is Not in the hospital lol whoever sent that anon in mistress just tweeted a screenshot of texts from anetra

that’s just what i came here to post lol

[moonshotsx]

new boynetra content, lets go

[deathbypride]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/11 Fandom: RuPaul’s Drag Race (US) RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anetra/Sasha Colby Characters: Anetra (Drag Race), Sasha Colby, Aura Mayari, Salina Estitties, Loosey Laduca, Sugar (Drag Race), Spice (Drag Race) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Las Vegas, Roommates, Marijuana, Lesbian Sex Summary:

In which they both work at a strip club, Anetra’s apartment has a wasp infestation, Sasha looks after everyone except herself, and getting stoned isn’t the solution to everything (but it sometimes helps).

[missjanjie]

“Will you just hold me?” For any ship involving Sasha or Anetra please?

i call this 'taste of a poison paradise: vegas edition'

2. "Will you just hold me?"

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Anetra took her job very seriously. She’d worked as security in bars and clubs, but working at a strip club was different. She had formed close relationships with the dancers and she would do whatever she needed to in the name of keeping them safe. And maybe she had a small crush on one of them, but that was irrelevant – or that’s what she would tell anyone who asked, at least. 

While all the girls were given the same amount of stage time, there was an unspoken acknowledgement that Sasha was the star of the show. All the other girls looked up to her. People would come from cities, sometimes states over to come see her. If the title of ‘lead stripper’ existed, it would belong to Sasha, bar none. 

That was what made the incident so jarring. 

It happened faster than anyone could process. Sasha was giving a lap dance to a guy that had been there once or twice before. Then suddenly, he pounced on her, shouting slurs and other obscenities as he went after her. 

Now, Anetra wouldn’t say she took joy in manhandling rowdy clients, but god, did she savor beating this creep into submission, then dragging him out while ignoring his rants of being ‘deceived’. 

While Anetra handled the guy, the other dancers made quick work helping Sasha up off the floor and onto the couch in the lounge, all of them frantically scrambling to treat any wounds. 

“Guys, relax, I promise I’m okay,” Sasha insisted, though she allowed them to put bandaids on a couple of deeper scratches and ice on a swollen spot.

Anetra returned about ten minutes later with her hands wrapped up in gauze. “Malaysia said we can start closing up after Loosey closes out tabs and shit. You guys go get changed, I got it from here,” she shooed them off as she sat next to Sasha. “Are you okay?”

Sasha was quiet for a moment, but Anetra was one of the only people she allowed herself to be vulnerable with. “Will you just hold me?” 

She tried not to show her surprise, but immediately obliged, wrapping her arms around her securely. “We’re gonna file a police report tomorrow, okay? I’m gonna go with you.”

“I wish we didn’t have to, this shit is more trouble than it’s worth,” she lamented, but knew they likely had to for legal reasons. “It’s funny, he kept screaming ‘she has a dick! She has a dick!’ as if doing this isn’t how I was able to afford to not have one.”

“You’re one of the strongest women i’ve ever known,” she told her, adding, “I just wish you didn’t have to be strong all the time.”

Sasha smiled wanly and rested her head on her chest. “Me neither, that’s why I’m glad I have you.”

[missjanjie]

ok but this is so cute actually

[biblewaterzzz]

[moonshotsx]

no anetra at drag con this year :(

[momsthetic]

May Trope Mayhem DAY 8: Enemies to lovers

Here's some quick & dirty t4t Sashnetra hate sex for y'all--I know it's not quite what the prompt asked for, but hey, close enough, right?

Thank you @buffyathena for beta-ing, you're the real MVP:

Anetra hits the on-call room bed hard, gasping into Sasha’s mouth as the woman presses them down into the mattress. The two of them don’t have long until their next surgery, so they have to make it quick--nothing they haven’t done before. 

Thank God they’re the only plastic surgeons on call tonight. 

“You’re feeling feisty tonight, huh?” Sasha laughs, biting and pulling on Anetra’s lower lip as she pins down the hands that had been scratching at her back. 

“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t waste time playing stupid games,” Anetra retorts. Sasha’s grip tightens in response, and she moves her kisses over to Anetra’s neck, biting down without warning. 

“See, this is why you’re always making mistakes with patients,” Sasha tuts, running her tongue over Anetra’s collarbone and making Anetra writhe. “Always wanting to rush, it’s such a shame.”

“What mistakes?” Anetra snorts. “You’re just too cocky to admit that--ah!” Their protest is cut off with a yelp of surprise as Sasha bites down again, this time hard enough that Anetra knows it’s going to mark. Fucking bitch. 

At least she chose somewhere potentially invisible this time. 

“Cocky or not, clearly you don’t mind,” Sasha teases, sucking the bruise that Anetra can already feel starting to bloom. “Now be a good girl and hold still, will you?”

“Go fuck yourself, Colby.” Anetra huffs, but Sasha only laughs.

“Mm, no, I think we’d both rather I fuck you instead,” she winks up at Anetra, continuing to kiss and nip all the way down their body. 

“Hurry up,” Anetra hisses. “You’re supposed to cure my stress, not add to it.” 

“And you’re supposed to stay still,” Sasha responds calmly. Anetra bites back a retort, cursing Sasha internally—they know that Sasha won’t hesitate to leave them high and dry, and Anetra refuses to give Sasha the satisfaction of seeing them unable to focus in the OR because they got pent up. 

“That’s better,” Sasha purrs as Anetra’s hips fall still, and God, does Anetra want to wipe that smug grin off her face. But they also want Sasha to hurry up and fuck them already, so they stay silent, rolling their eyes.

Sasha, for her part, looks Anetra up and down like a snack she’s about to eat, licking her lips as her eyes rake over Anetra’s body. Anetra hates how much they love this part—watching Sasha deliberate, build suspense, bring up light nails to scratch down Anetra’s thighs as she calculates her final decision.

It makes it all the more gratifying when Sasha orders Anetra to lift their hips up so she can tug their scrubs down and finally get started.

“Aw, look at that!” Sasha coos as she runs a hand up Anetra’s clothed slit, their arousal already starting to soak through their underwear. “You really needed this bad today, huh? Poor little thing.”

Okay, that’s it. 

Anetra starts to get up, ready to fire something back, only for Sasha to spring up and push them back down.

“Do you want to stop?” the older woman checks in softly, and God fucking damnit, Anetra hates how fast they shake their head no, almost as much as they hate the satisfied smirk Sasha gives them.

“Then I’m not going to ask you again, baby,” Sasha leans down and whispers in Anetra’s ear.

“Lay down and stay still like a good girl, or I’ll show you how I treat impatient little brats like you.” 

Anetra pouts, but nods, and Sasha slides back down to resume her work. Thankfully, she must be getting pretty worked up too, because she wastes no more time, just pushes Anetra’s underwear to the side and smiles.

Unfortunately, that’s where Sasha’s kindness ends; she sits back on her heels, drinking in Anetra’s appearance but giving nothing further.

“What the fuck, Colby,” Anetra groans, “Just fucking fuck me already, will you?”

“Such language!” Sasha pretends to gasp. “No wonder you never get invited to benefits with those manners.”

“I swear to God—“

Anetra’s would-be threat is cut off by Sasha dragging two fingers along the outsides of their inner labia the way only a dozen dick appointments could have taught her Anetra likes.

“Ask me nicely, sweetheart.” Sasha grins, pinching just a little to provide the hint of pain she knows drives Anetra crazy.

God, Anetra fucking hates their life.

“Fine,” they grit their teeth, holding back a whimper as Sasha continues to play with them. “Will you fuck me, please?”

Sasha gives her answer by replacing her fingers with her tongue, kitten-licking around Anetra’s folds.

“Fuck, you taste good,” she murmurs, hooking her arms around Anetra’s thighs and sharply pulling their body closer. 

“You probably say that to everyone you sleep with,” Anetra laughs harshly at the line. Sasha responds by rolling her eyes before licking a fat stripe up Anetra’s folds, stopping just shy of their clit.

“Shut up and take the compliment.” Sasha doesn’t take her mouth away from Anetra’s pussy as she says it, and the vibration makes Anetra’s whole body shiver, a moan slipping from their lips before they can stop it.

“That’s better,” Sasha smirks before finally bringing her tongue up to Anetra’s clit to give it the attention it deserves. 

Anetra has to admit—as much as they hate Sasha’s guts, the woman definitely knows what she’s doing in bed. Ten minutes in the call room with Sasha is more effective than any full-night session Anetra has ever had with anyone else, and the fact that Sasha obviously knows that makes it all the more irresistible.

That’s how this had all started, after all--Sasha being the best at what she does, trying to put a gifted newcomer in their place. Anetra refusing to back down. More and more surgeries together, more and more competition for patients to treat independently. More and more stress leading them to a moment of tension ending in Sasha’s lips against Anetra’s before Sasha cured Anetra’s stress migraines within five minutes in the supply closet. 

That was six months ago. Since then, Sasha & Anetra’s stress-relief sessions had only become more frequent. It didn’t matter if it was a staff bathroom quickie or an on-call room tryst where they could take their time with each other--with each hookup, the sex got better, and it would only be a matter of time before the two did it all over again. 

“Fuck, just like that,” Anetra moans breathlessly as Sasha continues her ministrations, alternating between focused flicks of her tongue and sucking against Anetra’s clit. “Fuck, keep going--”

“You’re so pretty when you beg, sweetheart,” Sasha murmurs with a little giggle, grazing Anetra’s clit with her teeth and digging her nails into Anetra’s thighs. Anetra can feel their orgasm building, and Sasha must know they’re close, too, because she becomes more relentless, more persistent in her quest to send Anetra over the edge.

“Jesus, oh fuck, oh God, Sasha--”

Anetra’s eyes open the minute Sasha’s name comes out of their mouth, but it’s too late--Anetra is coming hard, and they can just feel the smug grin on Sasha’s face as she tips them over into bliss. 

“I don’t think you’ve ever called me by my first name before,” Sasha pulls away after she’s finished licking Anetra through their orgasm, wiping their juices from her mouth with a smug grin.

“Don’t read too much into it,” Anetra tries to play it cool despite being painfully aware of the blush on their cheeks. “Your name really doesn’t mean all that much to me, Colby.”

“Right,” Sasha says skeptically. “Alright then, Anetra—looks like we’re done here for now,” she stands up unceremoniously and yawns, stretching up her arms so that her scrubs ride up to show her stomach.

Anetra hates that they look, but they hate the fact that Sasha clearly notices even more.

Still, there’s one thing that doesn’t quite sit right with Anetra. 

“You don’t want me to—“

“Later,” Sasha smiles, already halfway out the door. “After we finish in the OR. For now, I think we should both get some sleep while we can. See you soon, kid.”

Just like that, Sasha is gone, leaving Anetra to wish that she’d stayed.

[jester-de-punyalada]

[termina-festival]

[moonshotsx]

anetra getting flustered at the love she gets from the crowd is the cutest thing 🥺

[badjokesbyjeff]

As a car mechanic, I can safely say, I don't understand the gay agenda. 

I do however, understand the trans mission.

[sexynetra]

#22 or #23 for anarcia ??

22: "They won't take you away from me ever again"

23: "You need to keep your eyes open a little longer"

Uhh this turned out a little darker than I planned but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! Bringing back the boxer AU for this one! (which wow writing this reminded me how much I missed writing them so if y'all have requests for this AU... my asks and dms are open)

TW: cops, violence

Marcia paced back and forth in the lobby of the police station, tugging nervously at her long blonde locks as she glanced at the door for what seemed like the millionth time. She knew what Anetra did was dangerous, of course. Fighting was dangerous at the best of times, let alone when all of the safety precautions were stripped away.

Marcia was always nervous when Anetra agreed to unregulated fights. She understood why - to some extent at least. The prize money for the underground fights was a lot higher, more than enough to cover their monthly expenses with just one or two wins. She didn’t understand the adrenaline rush quite as much. After all, it wasn’t exciting for Marcia, it was just scary. Without rules, all sportsmanlike conduct flew out the window. As well as all legality. As if the fear of Anetra getting beaten to a pulp wasn’t enough, they had to worry about police raids too.

Marcia didn’t know what sort of bad luck was in the air that day, but one of the opponents had lost a few fights to Anetra before and wanted vengeance. And Anetra was a good fighter, she could hold her own against the best of them, but not when brass knuckles entered the picture. And at some point between Anetra going down and Marcia desperately shoving her way through the crowd to reach her girlfriend, the cops descended to arrest everyone involved in the fighting ring.

Which was how Marcia found herself here, nervously waiting for Anetra to be released. Marcia hadn’t been held long when it became clear that she wasn’t betting or fighting. Anetra, on the other hand, had been in the ring when the police raid happened, so despite Marcia’s pleas to let Anetra out so she could get medical attention, Marcia had been waiting nearly 6 hours for her girlfriend to be released.

She jolted out of her thoughts when she heard the buzzer that announced the door opening, looking up to see a familiar mop of dyed blonde hair. She ignored the cop's gripes of protest as she barreled past them all to throw her arms around her girlfriend, burying her face in the crook of her neck, the tears finally spilling over, the emotions of the day all hitting her at once.

As soon as the cop closest had unlocked the cuffs, Anetras strong arms wrapped back around her girlfriend. As shaken as the girl was by the whole situation, her gut instinct was to play the strong one, to be brave so Marcia wouldn’t have to be.

“C’mon, angel. They said I’m free to go home. And I really want to go to bed…” She sighed, placing a small kiss on Marcia’s hair, heart breaking slightly at how much her girlfriend was shaking in her arms.

“I thought… I thought they were gonna keep you. I thought I wasn’t gonna get to see you again… They won’t take you away from me ever again. I won't let them” Her voice was muffled since she refused to move her face from where it was buried in Anetra’s neck.

“I know, my love. I know. I’m here now. I’m safe…”

Marcia finally looked up at that, eyes red and puffy “No you aren’t. You’re hurt and they took you away before I could check on you. Your face is all sliced up and none of it has been cleaned, plus you went down so hard, you might have a concussion…” She sniffled, hand reaching up to brush ever so gently at the injuries decorating her girlfriend's face, frown deepening at the soft hiss Anetra involuntarily let out.

“Marsh, I’m fine, I promise. Just some cuts. You can clean them for me when we get home, okay? Whats another 15 minutes? Plus, I'm exhausted, I just want to nap for a bit, this has all been incredibly draining.”

Marcia’s frown only deepened at that and her grip around Anetra tightened “I am getting you all cleaned and bandaged the second we get home. But no sleeping yet. You need to keep your eyes open a little longer. You know how risky concussions are babe. I’ve given you a million lectures on this…”

Anetra rolled her eyes but a small fond smile on her lips revealed that she wasn’t actually annoyed “Okay, okay. You’re the boss, babe. Let’s go…”

[lasvegas-statebird]

[sexynetra]

This video is sending me oh my lord

[sexynetra]

Being horny for Anetra is a full time job but by god I am here to make sure it gets done

[momsthetic]

May Trope Mayhem DAY 7: '20 Years Later' Reunion

I wrote this relatively quickly after finishing up a spy movie with my mom lol, hope y'all enjoy it:

Sasha swirls the wine around in her glass, watching as the liquid moves and bubbles flatten. She sniffs it slightly, taking in its scent before bringing the glass to painted lips to take a sip. 

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Sasha turns to look at the man beside her and smiles as he takes a seat at the bar. He’s got a new haircut, a new jawline, and a new set of tattoos painted up his arms, but she’d recognize that voice anywhere, even before her eyes trail up to his telltale scar.

“Hey, stranger,” she greets Anetra warmly, looking him up and down. “Been a while.”

“Certainly has,” Anetra grins, flagging over the bartender and pointing over at what Sasha’s drinking to signal that he’ll have the same. “Thought you’d’ve left the biz by now.”

“Please,” Sasha laughs. “You think I’m gonna get out of the game just ‘cause I’m an old dog now? No, honey, I’m not retiring until they make me.”

“Fair enough,” Anetra laughs to himself, shaking his head. He grabs his wine from the bartender before looking back at Sasha, staring straight at her while he takes a big gulp. 

“You’re still drinking like a frat boy, I see,” she rolls her eyes. “Your fancy new agency didn’t set you up with etiquette lessons?” 

“Oh, they tried,” Anetra’s eyes twinkle as he puts the empty glass back down, licking the red stain from his lips. “But I guess without a good partner keeping tabs on me, I’m no good at remembering the rules.” 

“You weren’t that good at it when I did look after you,” Sasha rolls her eyes, but can’t help the smile that spreads on her face. “That’s what made you one of the best.” 

“Eh, I learned from one of them, too,” Anetra winks.

Sasha takes another sip of her wine, and silence falls between the two again. Sasha can’t say it’s awkward, though--rather, it’s familiar. Comfortable. A little refreshing, even--back when they were partners, Anetra used to look at Sasha with wide-eyed awe, taking in every move she made as if he was a child taking notes to play house later. Fast forward twenty years, though, and Anetra radiates confidence, looking at Sasha as if he’s reconnecting with an old friend rather than an aged mentor. 

And he is, in a way.

Sasha had been shocked when Anetra had announced he was leaving the intelligence agency they worked together for. It wasn’t unheard of; when your entire life consists of buying and selling alliances, you’re bound to cross enemy lines at some point, as long as it’s for the right price. Hell, Sasha would be lying if she said even she hadn’t considered it at multiple points in her career. But the difference between her and other agents was that Sasha believed in loyalty first. Loyalty to the people that paid her, yes, but not just that--the agency she worked for had scouted her, had trained her, had protected her since she was barely nineteen. Had brought her the opportunity to train plenty of other new recruits, ones she had the privilege of watching blossom even if they turned around and fired their gun at her five years down the line. And Anetra had been one of her favourites.

Anetra wasn’t just good--he was smart, and funny, and kind. He challenged Sasha in a way most of her mentees never did, and was a better partner than even the seasoned agents that Sasha had worked with before. And for five years, it seemed like they were on top of the world--together, they fought more enemies, sold more secrets, and kept the world safer than anyone else they knew. At least, that was the story Sasha told herself when he announced he’d gotten a better offer. 

It was just unfortunate that Anetra didn’t believe it enough to stay by her side.

“So, are you my client tonight, or my adversary?” she sighs as she finishes up her glass, sliding it back to the bartender for him to refill.

“Depends on whether or not you’re going to try and double-cross me,” Anetra shrugs. “But if you’ve got the flash drive, I’ve got the cash.”

“And if I hand you a blank?” Sasha taps her nails on the bar counter, genuinely curious to see how the man in front of her will react. She knows what the old Anetra would do, of course. But twenty years is a long time--she’s seen personalities reverse in far shorter periods.

“You won’t,” Anetra winks. “You believe in loyalty, remember? If it’s you, I can trust a good deal.” 

Cocky, but honest. Sasha leans back and smiles, sighing internally with relief. 

Same old Anetra after all. 

“This contains all the addresses and names your boss will need,” she takes a USB out from her purse, sliding it across the bar towards him. “My handler will be expecting the money wired to our account within twenty-four hours. If it’s not there, well. You know how quickly I can put kids back in line,” she finishes her threat with a smirk. 

“You can trust me,” Anetra nods, grabbing the drive and sliding it into his coat’s inside pocket. 

“So I guess I’ll see you in another twenty years, then?” Sasha jokes, ready for Anetra to stand up and walk out of her life again, but this time, he shakes his head.

“I have nowhere else to be tonight,” he says gently, waving the bartender over again. “Why don’t you show me again how polite society tastes their wine?”