pure fluff i wrote while i worked at an amusement park that's been rotting in my wips ever since, but i wanted to contribute to the pride challenge so here I am. Shea wins Sasha a giant plushie. that's it, that's the plot.
Walking along the boardwalk, Sasha breathed in the sweet smell of cotton candy and stretched like a cat, enjoying the sun. Walking next to her, Shea was entranced as Sasha finished the last of her soda and clipped the reusable cup to the backpack that Shea was wearing. They had a brief "fight" over who was going to wear it, both of them insisting that they wore it before Sasha relented.
"I need to go to the bathroom." Sasha sighed, laying eyes on the closest one to see that the line was out the door.
"Do you wanna try and find a less crowded one?" Shea asked, knowing that Sasha would only make them stop if she really needed to go.
"No, if we find another one, it's going to be just as crowded. Hopefully the line will move fast. Go ahead and walk around a little, I'll text you when I get out." Sasha said, kissing Shea on the cheek and power walked over to the bathroom line.
Shea continued walking, although she didn't want to go too far. She turned a corner and discovered a small cluster of carnival games. Her eyes landed on a row of giant bear plushies that were the prizes for a ball toss game. They were definitely taller than her. She imagined Sasha trying and failing to pick one up, and she chuckled to herself. She decided right then she had to try and win one. The game was most likely rigged, and they definitely couldn't take it home if she did win, but she didn’t particularly care. She mentally gave herself 3 games to win and stepped up and paid for her first game.
It turns out, one game was all she needed, since she landed two balls in back to back. She cheered in surprise as the attendant rang a bell then asked what color she wanted, then dug a fresh one up from a back room. The bear was lighter than she expected, and she carried it over to a bench to wait for Sasha. Her text came after a few minutes, and Shea told her where she was. She could see her from about 60 feet away, the sun shining through her like the angel she was. She laid eyes on Shea when she was about 30 feet away, and Shea could see her surprise and subsequent eye roll as she approached.
“Why?” she laughed, hugging Shea then hugging the bear
“Because I wanted to see you smile”
“You didn’t spend all of our cash, did you?”
“No, no, no. Believe it or not, I won in one try.”
“What game did you play?”
“That one over there, the one where you toss the balls into a bin.”
"How on earth are we supposed to get this home? We flew here!"
"Ship it." Shea said, barely holding back laughter.
"That's going to be super expensive!"
"So?"
"So the price of the shipping is going to be like 10 times what it's worth! Darling, I am so grateful that you won this for me, so, so grateful. But we can't reasonably get this back home. How about we make a little kids day and then I'll let you win me a more reasonable sized toy."
"You're hurting my feelings here Sasha!" Shea laughed.
"I'm sorry love." Sasha cooed as she kissed Shea's cheek. "I do want a picture with it before we give it away though, it's almost as big as I am!"
"I know, that's why I played for it."
After 5 minutes of picture taking, the giant bear was handed off to a thrilled family of little girls and their parents, and Sasha led Shea to a game that would be easy to win, a guessing game where the worker had to guess a persons person's weight, age, or birth month, and after handing over 10 dollars and stepping on a giant scale, Shea won easily, and Sasha chose a husky dog plushie that was more manageable to carry, about the size of her torso as opposed to the size of her. Sasha leaned into Shea as they walked back to where they started, and Shea kissed the side of her head and then kissed the dogs head, already fondly remembering the day.
Happy Holidays y'all! This is my fic for the @rpdrficexchange for Wolfie, aka Wolfie @thepastpresentandfutureofdrag !! I hope you like this darling! (For some reason I can't tag you in this?)
This is a weird cannon divergent style where they are their drag personas but dragula and drag race still happened, (if that makes sense) so make of that what you will.
Edit: Thanks to @hellobiqtchlasagna for helping me come up with the surprise at the end. I forgot to credit them in my rush to get my fic up and I feel bad😅
"Do you know anything about him?" Vander asked, pulling a batch of cookies out of the oven and sliding them onto a cooling rack. Biqtch was leaning against the wall, nursing a mixed drink.
"Just that he's Boulet approved, same as you." Biqtch drawled. " Swan actually told me to be nice, as if I would be mean to anyone who wasn't mean first, or a Republican."
"You can be a bit crass at first. Drac told me to be mindful of not coming across too snooty, but she's one to speak."
"Oop, I'm snitching! I'm going to tell her you said that!"
"Oh, she knows, she makes fun of herself. And she would just brush it off. I can tease her a little since I know her relatively well."
"Yeah that's fair, Lord knows they talk shit about us all the time in private."
"I'm pretty sure it's mostly good things, but yeah, they absolutely poke at our screwups with each other. "
"Because they want the best from us, cause we're super monsters and all that." Biqtch pushed herself up from the wall, crossing over and rinsing out her cup to use again later.
"And also because we have to work together from now on, so we have to be at least cordial to each other." Vander said, pulling out her phone to check the time. "He should be here anytime now. I told him 6, and it's 5:55."
Just as Vander stopped speaking, the doorbell rang.
"Speak of the devil, that should be him." Vander motioned for Biqtch to follow her as she went to the door, smoothing out some wrinkles from Biqtch's shirt before opening the door wide.
"Hi, nice to finally meet you! Landon, right?"
"Yup, Landon Cider. Nice to meet you too." He affirmed, holding a hot bag. Vander waved him inside and relieved him of his dish, allowing him to hang his coat up as Biqtch closed the door.
"Nice to finally meet you, I'm Biqtch Pudding, and that's Vander Von Odd. You're hot as shit." Biqtch introduced herself, leaning against the wall as Landon took off his outerwear. The most prominent thing about him was how chiseled he was, even his face. The Boulets weren't ones to choose supermonsters based on conventional standards of beauty, but Landon was certainly very attractive.
"Ah yes, you two are infamous. The first two supermonsters!" Landon smiled, slightly blushing at Biqtch's remark.
"I hope our fearsome reputation precedes us." Biqtch flexed, her arm about half the size of Landon's.
"Landon, does this need to be warmed up at all?" Vander asked, holding up a casserole dish from the hot bag, interrupting before Biqtch could embarrass herself more.
"Maybe? I pulled it out of the oven before I left, so it should still be warm." He crossed over and took off the top, holding his hand over what appeared to be a lasagna. "Oh it's fine. It probably needs to cool down a little actually. Biqtch, I know you're a vegetarian, so this is just cheese."
"Yasss thanks doll!" Biqtch cheered. "What do you want to drink?" Biqtch led Landon over to Vander's drink cart as Vander pulled together the last little bits of the meal and set the table. She put the basket of rolls down as Landon and Biqtch came back, and Landon immediately put his drink down to help Vander put the last few things on the table.
"Thanks babe." Vander said as they all sat down at the table and started serving food. It was quiet for the first few minutes while they ate, but then Vander started asking Landon questions, since the main point of the dinner was to get to know him.
"So tell us about yourself Landon, where are you from, what do you do outside of doing performing .."
"Are you single?" Biqtch interjected. And Landon chuckled before responding.
"Well, I'm from Long Beach, and I have a Hispanic background. I am happily married, sorry Biqtch." He apologized, and Biqtch pretended to be upset, pouting and snapping her fingers before sitting up and shoving his shoulder, indicating that she was joking.
"We fucked like the all of the drag race winners do when they win but neither one of us liked it, so she was hoping to get a second chance." Vander explained, and Landon spit out his drink.
"And you know that HOW?!" He spluttered as Biqtch clapped him on his back.
"Sasha told me. She doesn't love the tradition, but I have a feeling she'll change her tune if Shea wins an allstar season."
"So they haven't fucked?"
"Oh no, they have. And they'll take any excuse to fuck. They're just rarely in the same place at the same time anymore. Trust me, Sasha's an open book once you get to know her well enough. So are most of the other RuGirls. Several of the other winners have offered to include us in the tradition, but unfortunately that probably ends with you. At least the sex part, most of them would probably be willing to makeout with you or cuddle with you."
"Fine by me!" Landon declared, wiping his brow. And they all started laughing.
"Yeah, we all saw you make out with Evah!" Vander teased, and Biqtch hooted appreciatively.
"Neither of you can talk!" Landon retorted, and they all started laughing harder. "Biqtch is a dick pig and Vander handled a pup during her final floor show. Hypocrites, both of you!" He wheezed out, clutching his stomach with one hand while pointing with the other.
"Look at the pot calling the kettle black!" Biqtch screeched.
The rest of the night dissolved into hysterics, scream laughing at each other so loud it was a wonder they didn't get a noise complaint. The food was barely touched and cold, but no one cared.
"I was inside so I couldn't see, but you could just hear her screaming! FUCK THE BIG PICTURE CLINT!!!"
"That's better than Loris's temper tantrum. "NoT tOnIgHt!"
"Well we didn't have any fun catchphrases like y'all did!"
"Bitch the fuck you mean? Everything that came out of Disasterina's mouth was fucking iconic! "Attention human males? She's murdering my pussy?" You just gotta think!"
"Ooh ooh! I know! "You're just a trigger happy alcoholic that's what I said bitch you gotta pop a xanax every 10 fucking minutes!" That's the closest thing Dragula has to the sugar daddy speech so far!"
"Ok, you both are right. What can I say? I just a dummy ass thick Biqtch." She joked, standing up slightly to twerk slightly to the amusement of Vander and Landon, who laughed even harder.
The doorbell rang, interrupting their laughter. Vander got up to answer it, and came back carrying a white box, slightly damp from the snow.
"What is that?" Biqtch asked as she and Landon got up and walked over to the counter where Vander sat it down.
"No idea, but it's addressed to me and it's from a really nice bakery." Vander replied, cutting the string tied around the box off with a pair of scissors and opening the box. All of their jaws dropped as the lid fell back and revealed what was inside. Biqtch came to her senses first, hunching over laughing and clutching the counter. Vander covered her mouth and started wheezing as Landon chuckled and pinching his forehead as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
"That is not what I think it is."
"It is." Vander and Biqtch said in unison. Biqtch pulled out her phone and took a picture, still laughing.
"I'm sending this to her right now. It's so lifelike, and I should know, I stared at her mug for weeks!" Vander laughed, kneeling to get a better look.
"Did she send it?" Landon asked, taking out his own phone to take a picture. Vander plucked up an envelope that was beside the cake and opened it, laughing harder when she read it.
" It's from the Boulets." She wheezed.
" Happy Holidays uglies. Hope you don't mind if Meatball crashes your supermonster dinner party. We truly are proud of you all. XOXO. Dracmorda and Swanthula."
"Swan wrote that." Biqtch said, looking over Vander's shoulder. "Drac has chicken scratch."
"Ooh! I'm snitching!" Vander mocked, and Biqtch doubled over again while Landon laughed in a confused way.
"So who wants to do the honors of cutting Meatball's head and seeing what flavor her brain is?"
"Landon should do it, welcome to the family bro. " Biqtch said. Vander nodded and handed Landon a knife, which he took.
"Alright, cheers Meatball." Landon said as he sunk the knife into the cake shaped like her head and cut away a piece.
"It looks like Red Velvet." Vander said as she held out a plate for Landon to put the cake piece on.
"That's clever as fuck!" Biqtch smiled, watching as Landon cut the next piece.
"Now I know how the Boulets feel, this is a powerful feeling, slicing someone up."
"Oh he's definitely one of us!" Biqtch cheered, high fiving Vander. Biqtch high fived Landon as Vander's phone went off and she unlocked it.
"Swan's glad to hear we got it and Meatball sent a bunch of grave emojis."
"That tracks." Biqtch said as Vander put her phone away and went to grab wine glasses and a bottle, uncorking it and handing them all a glass of red wine.
"A toast." She said as she held up her glass. "To the Boulets, to Dragula, to good food and good times, and to the supermonsters, past, reigning, and future. Cheers."
"Cheers!" Biqtch and Landon echoed. And they all drank.
"Now let's go eat our cold food and our Meatball head cake." Vander directed. "This is a dinner party after all."
"A holiday dinner party! Where's the mistletoe?" Biqtch joked.
"I am not kissing you again! Once was enough!"
"Spoil sport. Landon will make out with me, won't you Landon?"
"Umm, we'll talk. "
"That wasn't a no!"
Landon rolled his eyes and laughed at Biqtch's perseverance and Vander's apologetic face. This family was strange and weird and unconventional, but he loved it and wouldn't have it any other way.
🎁 Rosè and Denali go to a Winter Festival (Rosnali) for Berry - Mock-Star
SECRET QUEEN 2022 by @mock-star-aq
this is a pinch sarcastic, a little experimental, a little cheesy, and 100% pure fluff. I really hope you like it.
After the sun set on a chilly December day, Rosè and Denali approached the square where the winter festival was being held. They smelled candied nuts before they saw the bright lights, first seeing the tip of the giant Christmas tree, and then seeing the string lights that spanned the entirely of the festival. They could see small figures skating and eating and playing, and as they got closer, they could see parents with their young children lined up to meet Santa, and holding various treats for them as they nibbled on them, breaking off pieces for themselves. They could see couples sitting at tables together, eating and drinking or just holding hands and talking. They could see groups of friends hanging out, groups of teenagers and elderly people at a wreath making lesson together, laughing and just enjoying being together. As soon they crossed the threshold, they made a beeline for the skating rink, Rosè going to the rental booth and Denali slipping on her own skates.
The ice was crowded, but manageable. All the same, they held onto each other as they stepped on the ice, almost immediately almost getting run over by a young kid zooming around the ice so fast you would think they were an Olympian. They skated about 5 laps, doing it more so they could say they did so, holding hands the entire time. After taking their skates off, they made a beeline for the food booths, getting mulled wine and candied almonds and latkes and mac and cheese, finding an empty table to sit down with their spoils, toasting with their drinks before they dug in.
After they ate, they explored the rest of the festival, people-watching as they took in the festivities, leaning into each other, mostly for warmth, but also in genuine appreciation for each other's presence. They did some more shopping, for little trinkets and presents. One of the last things they bought was an ornament customized with their names and the year, because of course. The last thing they bought was a carrot, because they walked right past where the "reindeer" (ponies with antler headbands) were, and one of them headbutted Denali, so they had to stop because it's the law. As they crossed the threshold again, they stopped to look up at the night sky, sharing a brief kiss as a flurry of snow started to fall, dusting their shoulders as they walked back home.
just some gratuitous smut based on pictures Shea posted in 2019 and I'm just now finishing because 💫procrastination💫 and 💫lack of motivation💫
Shea and her boyfriend ask Sasha to have a threesome while on vacation together, not knowing she has feelings for Shea and feels guilty about it, but they put her at ease either way. I haven't had a lot of time or energy to write because of life stuff but y'all will still hear from me sporadically.
Note: in this fic, Sasha and Shea simply *are* their drag personas (think of it like an AU where drag race is like any other reality competition show in a world with more sensible views on gender identity), so she/her pronouns are used for both throughout even though the smut is written with AMAB bodies, but you can imagine them however you like.
Note the Second: The boyfriend in this fic is simply a nameless, faceless, person who will be referred to only by he/him/his pronouns/Shea's boyfriend and who is not intended to be Dan, Shea's irl boyfriend. Feel free to imagine him as anyone you want (even yourself, I don't judge)
Shea was posing by the water of the beach, having her boyfriend take pictures of her. From the cabana a few yards away, it looked like she was going for "thirst trap". Not that Sasha minded, but she did. She wasn't upset at the pictures, oh no. Shea had every right to post her body as she wanted to. It was that Sasha wanted to be the one taking the pictures, to be the one Shea looked at like *that*.
Before Shea had started dating her boyfriend, she and Sasha had fucked a handful of times, the attraction was there and it was convenient. If only it wasn't some of the best sex Sasha had had in a long time. Shea was generous and doting, and Sasha would always be left gasping for air as Shea nuzzled kisses and whispered sweet nothings into her neck, and when she had to get up in the morning or immediately after, her body would protest, because leaving felt unnatural and wrong.
But when Shea excitedly texted her one night with the news that she had a boyfriend, she felt her heart shatter. He was attractive and charming, and treated Shea so well, and she was thrilled for her, but her heart still ached. It took a lot for her to actually fall for someone, and having to let go hurt, especially when they had a: never been official to begin with, and B: they were still friends. She knew her feelings were somewhat valid, but she couldn't help feeling like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
It hurt even worse when she saw them cuddling when she got out of the shower last night. The hotel had overbooked and not given their group enough rooms, but instead given them a room with 2 beds, and with the hotel being full and the two of them eagerly volunteering to share, Sasha had no other option but to try to sleep in one bed while she heard them whispering and kissing in the other. It was the first time she had interacted with Shea in person since she started dating him and thus the first time interacting with them as a couple, and she definitely felt like a third wheel. Despite their efforts to include her, they would naturally turn back towards each other and away from Sasha, still in the honeymoon phase.
She rested her head on the chair and pulled her sun hat over her face, laying her arms at her sides, pretending to sunbathe, and allowed a few tears to silently slip out. She could hear laughter getting louder, and she assumed Shea and her boyfriend were getting closer, and she half hoped they would think she was asleep and not try to talk to her, and she thought it was working until she felt a kiss on her shoulder blade, and a voice whispered to her.
"Hey Sash!"
Sasha pushed up her hat to see Shea kneeling down beside her, and she hoped that her tears weren't visible as she smiled at her.
"So me and boo are going to head back up to the room…"
Sasha internally groaned, here was the part where Shea would ask her to Please stay out of the room for a few hours. The room would surely smell of sex when she went in next.
*why are you so fucking jealous? Shea was never yours!*
"….and we were wondering if you would like to join us?" She asked, her voice dropping, getting deeper and richer, oozing with seduction.
Sasha almost choked on the air in her lungs, and she pushed herself up onto her forearms and stared at Shea. Shea's hand rested on the small of her back, if that didn't make her intentions crystal clear, the look in her eyes did. Beside her, her boyfriend knelt down as well, and his hand tenderly rubbed the back of her legs. The tenderness was unmistakable, and the desire was thick. Two sets of eyes were undressing her, and three minds were already back in the room.
She nodded, and their hands fell away as she sat up and gathered her stuff, shoving her things into her bag and pulling her shirt on. When she rose, they went on either side of her, and they walked side by side back into the hotel. Shea reached out and grabbed her hand, kissing it before letting go. She felt her cheeks go red, and Sasha realized Shea could probably see how nervous she was and was trying to soothe her, and she forced a smile at her.
She half expected something to happen in the elevator, but nothing happened until the door shut on their hotel room, and Shea shoved her against a wall and attacked her neck with kisses, and she froze before easing into the affection, stretching her neck to offer up more skin to be kissed. This felt familiar and good, and she reached up to cover her mouth to muffle a moan, but Shea intercepted it, sensing her movement and pinning her wrists to the wall.
"It's okay baby, let us hear you." She cooed. "You're so melodic in bed, and almost everyone else is going to be on the beach, so we're the only ones who will hear. Let it all out for us." Shea whispered, guiding Sasha's hands around her waist.
Shea knew exactly what she was doing. The compliments that came out of Shea's mouth in bed always made Sasha melt, and she felt her knees buckle slightly as a few more silent tears fell and the moan escaped, Shea scraping her neck with her teeth lightly in approval.
She felt her bag being pulled away from her, and she let it go. Shea's boyfriend set it down on the desk and crossed back over to them, reaching over Shea's head to wipe away a tear, quickly holding his thumb up and down to check on her, then checking to see her thumbs up. He pressed a kiss against the back of Shea's neck, and she pulled away from Sasha to lean to him.
"Let's go to the bathroom to get ready." He whispered, and Shea nodded and stepped away, loosely grabbing Sasha's arm to guide her into the bathroom. She released her a few steps in and went to turn the shower on, and her boyfriend took the opportunity to step in and kiss Sasha's forehead
"May I take your clothes off for you?" He asked, pulling away slightly, and Sasha nodded. She raised her arms up when his hands pulled her shirt over her head, and stepped out of her swim shorts when he knelt down and pulled them off her. She shivered, both at the cold air hitting her damp skin and because of nerves. He stood up and kissed her again, his hands rubbing her back before trailing down to her ass cheeks, squeezing them soothingly as Shea called them over to the shower. He pulled away again and led Sasha over by her hand, squeezing it affectionately. She stepped into the high bathtub as Shea grabbed her elbow and guided her over to her. She reached out for Sasha's face and kissed her, and Sasha felt her body leap for joy at a touch she thought she would never have again as the water doused her skin.
"You know you can tap out and rejoin at any time, right? You can just watch us if you want to." Shea asked against her lips, stroking the side of her face.
"Ok." She whispered. Her eyes fluttered closed again as Shea found her way back to her neck, being gentler than she had been a few moments ago. The three of them stayed in the shower for what seemed like an unbearably long time, kisses and caresses barely tithing her over.
She briefly closed her eyes and let the water hit her in the face as the two of them shifted around. He moved behind her, and she squeezed his arm as he tilted her head up to kiss her again as Shea gently nipped at her neck. He grabbed her hips and gently guided her to face him so he could cup her face to kiss her. Shea hugged her from behind and nuzzled her neck, and Sasha closed her eyes as she squeezed Shea's arms. She felt hands squeeze her thighs, and her eyes shot open to see Shea's boyfriend kneeling in front of her, the water spraying on his back. His eyes asked for consent, and she nodded. He smiled, and he started kissing her hips, slowly teasing her and warming her up, and she threw her head back onto Shea's shoulder.
"When's the last time someone ate you out baby?" Shea whispered, and she fought to get her thoughts together as teeth scraped at her skin.
"Umm, I think it's been, maybe 9 months?"
"So basically the last time we hooked up in LA."
"Yeah, I think so."
"I'm going to have to have some words with Alexis then." She said, and Sasha almost choked on her saliva.
"You know about that?!"
"Yep, she messaged me asking for tips, and I told her exactly what you liked." She whispered, and Shea's boyfriend took that as a que to deep throat her, and she gasped. One of her hands traveled to his hair, but he pushed it away. Shea smirked at her reaction, and she leaned in closer and whispered in her ear.
“Do you like that? He’s super talented with that tongue of his. If I wasn’t so desperate to be inside of you, he could really show you what he can do.”
Sasha could feel her heart drop to the pit of her stomach, then rise back up in anticipation. She groaned involuntarily, and Shea laughed and kissed her cheek.
"Bed. Now." Shea ordered, her voice going from soft to commanding. Her boyfriend pulled off Sasha and nodded. He shut the water off and stood up, took Sasha by the hand and led her out. He handed her a towel while he dried himself off, and Shea came up behind her and took another towel off the rack. She had barely finished drying off when Shea took her towel from her and hung it up for her. Her boyfriend took her hand and led her to the bedside, pausing to kiss her again. When he pulled away, Shea took over, pulling Sasha over to her and kissing her forehead.
“Get on the bed for me, love.” She cooed, and Sasha took a deep breath before obeying, scooting to the middle of the bed as Shea crawled after her, kneeling over her and cupping her face to kiss her once again, more passionately than she had all day. She reached up to cup Shea's face back and ended up pulling them both down accidentally. They both laughed as He crawled up beside them
What followed was, for a lack of a better word, incredible. Sure it was equally awkward at points, but Shea and her boyfriend were so patient yet eager, and so, so
Sasha blinked as she tried to ground herself. Someone nuzzled her, and she reached up and caressed an arm.
“You look so sexy baby, and we love you so much." A kiss was pressed into her cheek and someone snuggled into her side and held her, cooing sweet nothings at her as Sasha reached out, instinctively placing her hand on the back of Shea's neck, smiling hazily at her.
"Are you hungry? We're going to treat you to dinner tonight." Shea told her, rubbing her stomach soothingly, already in aftercare mode. She poked Sasha's side lightly, and she turned away from it, chuckling slightly.
"You just let us love on you, ok baby?"
As if on cue, Shea's boyfriend, already draped in a robe, brought over cups of water, and Sasha felt a hand on her lower back as she sat up to accept it, taking small sips as he sat down across to her and kissed her cheek before leaning next to her to kiss Shea. Although this was unfamiliar, Sasha felt so comfortable. She wished she could save this moment and come back to it whenever she needed to feel this again. But her peace was spoiled by the twinge of guilt that never quite went away, and she instinctively reached out for Shea, resting her head on her shoulder and a hand on her chest. Shea kissed her forehead as he reached out and rubbed her knee. Shea smiled lazily, resting her head on top of Sasha's.
"God, why didn't we do this sooner?" she asked, putting her water down and reaching out towards her boyfriend, who took her hand in his.
"Because we've never been all together before" He said, grabbing Sasha's other hand and lightly shaking all of their hands up and down.
"True" She replied, then looked towards Sasha. "You down for another round sometime soon?"
Sasha's eyes widened, and she felt her heart race as she looked at both of them. Both of them were smiling, and she breathlessly nodded, breaking into a smile herself.
"Not right now though."
"Oh definitely not, maybe tomorrow." Shea affirmed, rubbing her back as He nodded in agreement. "But you're stuck with us now. Next time I'm in New York I'll be sliding in to those dms." She ribbed, laughing as she talked. Sasha's confusion must have shown on her face because he leaned over and whispered.
"We're in an somewhat open relationship. We both have to approve of who we sleep with and you're top of the list, of course."
Sasha blushed, she felt both relieved and guilty for being relieved. Maybe one day she'd tell Shea about her jealousy, as a not-funny-then-hilarious-now story. But now, all she wanted was to just be in this moment.
Potluck Speed Challenge, A Short and Incomplete List (Group) - Mock-Star
I'm alive! maybe. kinda.
this is just a quick little list with the first people who popped in my head (including some Dragula Ghouls!), I hope yall enjoy!
(also yes I *promise* I'm still working on more Sashea fic)
Sasha: a charcuterie board, really hard to mess up, *exactly* the right amount of effort, and a crowd favorite.
Shea: something homemade and labor intensive, because she can actually cook and everyone is impressed
Hoso: has every ambition of making a *fancy* dish (because she's self-sufficient), but ends up not having the spoons so brings chips instead
Sigourney: a casserole that uses at least one can of "cream of X" soup, and some soft drinks, because she's pretty sure someone forgot to assign them to someone at some point
Bianca: is hosting, has alcohol and meat and plant based burgers. her dogs are the stars of the whole potluck
Gottmik: either some super fancy vegan dessert that's lowkey too expensive to bring to a potluck or some oreos she grabbed on the way because she forgot. there's no in-between
Vander: tries to think of any gaps in what people would bring, ends up bringing rice, baked potatoes and taco meat
Smiling Eyes and Arms Fluttering (Sasha Velour x Vander Von Odd) - Mock Star
I started this Vander Von Odd and Sasha Velour fic for the rare pair challenge last summer (Tropes: Soulmate AU, A and B have to fake a relationship) but never liked it enough to submit it, so it’s been rotting in my Google Docs for months until now. I didn’t make any changes before i ran it through google translate, so it may have outdated info or have wonky grammar. I’m very easily entertained and a chronic procrastinator so i may dig up some more old WIP’s and run those through Google translate too. I’ve included the original as well. I hope this makes you laugh.
TW for creepy bar dude.
(Also yes i promise i’m working on a Sashea fic based on the AS5 finale)
English-> Bosnian/Croatian (google translate detected Croatian even though I literally copy/pasted)-> Spanish-> Italian -> Indonesian-> Portuguese-> Swahli -> Dutch-> French -> Swedish-> Samoan-> Hungarian-> Catalan-> German-> Romainian-> English
The original
Sasha came in about 5 minutes later, her eyes landed on her and she smiled and waved. She made her way over to Vander and greeted her with an air kiss, grabbing her hands tightly.
"Hi darling, it's so nice to finally meet you!" She greeted. "I'm going to go grab something to drink, do you need a new one?" She asked, motioning to the beer can Vander had barely touched.
"Umm, no I'm good." Vander stumbled, surprised by her friendliness and warmth.
"Then I'll be right back, watch my stuff?" She asked, already draping her jacket over the other chair and walking away towards the bar.
Vander let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She had prepared herself for the best and the worst, but Sasha wasn't what she had expected at all. She was dressed in all black, but she exuded brightness, her smile, her eyes, her tattoos, everything about her suggested that this was a person worth getting to know. She turned around to watch what Sasha was doing, and her stomach turned at what she saw.
There was a guy Vander knew to be a actual creep talking to Sasha, and while Sasha seemed to be polite, she was very obviously uncomfortable. She caught Vander's eye, and her eyes begged for help. Chugging her beer, Vander left the empty can on the table and grabbed her and Sasha's stuff, heading towards her.
"Hey Baby, ready to go home? She asked, winking at Sasha and holding out her jacket to help her put it on.
"Beyond ready, I can't wait to go home and sleep." Sasha said, catching on very quickly and letting Vander help her with her jacket.
"I was actually thinking we could have dessert first." She teased, swatting at Sasha's ass and smiling at her look of surprise.
"Dessert, eh?" Sasha asked, turning around and wrapping her arms around Vander's shoulder. "We just had dinner."
"There's no wrong time for dessert, you love sugar."
"Oh, you know it. I think you're right. And I have a few thoughts on what we should have." Sasha cooed, leaning in and barely brushing her lips against Vander's, but enough to make her heart flip flop.
"Let's go home then. It was nice talking to you." She told the creep, who looked on with a annoyed face as Vander led Sasha towards the door of the bar and out. Once outside, she heard Sasha exhale, and she squeezed her hand as they walked.
The translated version
About five minutes later, Sasha arrived with smiling eyes and arms fluttering. Vander approached now and greeted him with a kiss in the air and took his hand.
- Honey, it would be nice to meet you! Shake hands. - Come on, do I need fresh water? he asked, pointing to the beer Vander had.
- Uh, no, I'm fine. Vander stumbled upon surprise and friendship.
"I'll be back later, am I worried about my own business?" He asked, dressed in the other chair, to sit on the other chair and go to the fence.
Vander muttered that he did not know the order. She is preparing for good and evil, but Sasha did not expect it. She is dressed in black, but she understands smiles, eyes, tattoos and everything that proves she is a person she needs to know. He turned his head to see what Sasha was doing and pushed his stomach against what he saw.
Vander knew he was very scared and talked to Sasha, and although he seemed respectful, Sasha certainly didn't care. He met Vander's eyes and asked for help. Vander distributes the beer, puts the empty chain on the table and takes his things with Sasha as he approaches.
- Honey, are you ready to go home? He asked her, called Sasha and arranged her coat to help her get dressed.
"Besides, I'm ready. I can't wait to go home and sleep." Sasha said he grabbed her quickly and let Vander help her with her clothes.
"I thought we might have candy for the first time." He teased her, kicked Sasha in the ass, and smiled in shock.
- Sweet food, okay? Sasha asked, turning and hugging Vander's shoulder. - I have just eaten.
- It's not a bad time for dessert, you like sugar.
"Oh, you know. I think you're right. And I have an idea what to do. Sasha cried hard, bent down and rubbed Vander's lips lightly, but that was enough to make her heart beat.
So we go home. I'd like to talk to you. He said angrily to the four when Vander Sasha led him through the door. When he came out, he felt Sasha take a deep breath and shake his hand as he walked.
Sashea and the time Sasha jumped out of her comfort zone: The Sashea vacation series 1/?: Mock-Star.
A series of fics based off Mocks time as an amusement park employee.
For 6 weeks this summer, I was employed at Cedar Point in Sandusky Ohio, and since CP is closed for the season, I figured it would be ok to start to publish some fics based of my time there. Not all of these fics will be totally related, but if I can connect it, I'm probably going to write it! Apparently I didn't learn my lesson with the last series I tried to write, but I don't care! And since the stories aren't necessarily connected or time sensitive, I can make sure you are getting the best I can give you! This first story isn't something that I experienced, but I figured I needed to tell the story of how they traveled. And plus it's smutty, so yay! Love y'all!
(For those concerned about my safety, I am no longer employed there, I will not share my exact job title, and V said it would be ok if I wanted to use the name!)
Ps: Happy Thanksgiving/ colonization day to all Americans who celebrate! Stay safe if you have homophobic families!
"Hey, can you come to the bathroom nearest our terminal? I don't feel super well."
Sasha frowned at the text from Shea. The last thing they needed was for one of them to get sick just as they were leaving to go on vacation. Shea would be absolutely miserable if they had to cancel any of their plans because she was sick. Shea had taken her stuff with her, so Sasha grabbed her bag and went off to the bathroom
"Babe?" She called out, her voice echoing in the otherwise empty bathroom.
"Here." Shea groaned, waving at her from underneath the stall door. Sasha sprinted over to the door and slipped inside as soon as Shea unlocked it. She locked the door back and turned to face Shea, and was surprised when Shea kissed her, pressing her up against the stall door.
"You aren't sick, you liar!" She teased, but it was hard to think while she could feel Shea getting hard, her growing erection pressing up against her leg.
"I had to get you in here somehow. What do you think about trying to join the mile high club?" Her voice was dripping with desire, more sultry than usual.
Sasha could feel her heart pound. Airplane sex was not one of her fantasies or a bucket list item, but she had to admit the conditions were near perfect. It was a late night flight when people would be sleeping, and they had two reclining first class seats right next to each other. If they got caught, they could get arrested. Oh, the media would have a field day, Sashea arrested for indecent exposure on an airplane. The idea was terrifying. But also kinda exciting. She could see how much the idea turned Shea on though, her eyes were bright, and she was slightly grinding up against her in hopes of turning her on too.
"We could get caught."
"That's the fun part."
"It's not going to be easy or comfortable."
"No one said it was."
"I'm not exactly quiet in bed."
"I have a ball gag in my carry on if we need it."
"I didn't prepare, it could get very messy."
"Not necessarily."
Sasha could feel herself getting turned on at Shea's presence and constant attention on that area, and when she closed her eyes she imagined watching the sun through the plane window as Shea gently rocked back and forth inside of her. It was enough to make her head spin, and she rested her head against the stall door. It was unrealistic, but that picture was enough to drown out some of her fears.
"If I get uncomfortable.."
"It stops. Just say the word."
"If we get arrested it's your fault." Sasha teased, and Shea smiled brightly.
"Is that a yes?!"
"Yes, I'll join the mile high club with you. You impatient bitch." She teased, and Shea kissed her nose, which made Sasha blush.
' Really? I don't blush when she fondles me in public but I blush when she kisses me. Why?'
"Turn around baby. Stomach against the door."
She ordered gently, and Sasha obeyed. She felt her pants being pulled down enough to reveal her ass, and she heard a bottle of lube being opened before a hand grabbed one of her cheeks and a finger gently massaged her entrance, going quicker than usual, but slow enough to not hurt her. Sasha wondered how she had come to this, being fingered in a public bathroom in preparation for airplane sex. This was one of the crazier things she had done, Shea seemed to bring out her wilder side. This was literally insane.
"Ok baby, I'm going to need you to take deep breaths and relax, ok?" Shea asked, and Sasha nodded. She could feel something hard and pointy being pressed against her, and reasoned it was some kind of butt plug.
"Are you ready?" Shea whispered, and Sasha shook her head quickly. She sensed Shea's hand falling back to her side and her free hand moved to her neck, rubbing it.
"Let me sit down on it."
"Ok baby." Shea whispered, kissing her neck softly. She turned around and watched Shea sit down on the toilet, resting the plug on her leg. As Sasha stepped the rest of the way out of her pants, she felt grateful that the stalls here offered more privacy than a regular stall so no one could see them. She straddled Shea's leg, and Shea grabbed her hips to give her more support as she slowly lowered herself down onto the toy. It was a good size, not the biggest she had ever taken, but big enough that her eyes watered when she reached the base. Shea smiled at her before standing her up, pressing her back against the wall so she could check for fit and add more lube.
"Does that feel ok baby? You're not in any pain or discomfort or anything?"
"No, it feels good. Just need to adjust to it."
"Ok baby, we should be boarding soon, and then we'll be on our way!!"
"And I can't wait." She turned around and kissed Shea, heart pounding in anticipation. "Now move, since you've dragged me in here, I'm going to try and go." She teased, pushing Shea out of the way. Shea bowed grandly and went out the door to wash her hands, leaving Sasha to lock the door behind her.
When they were both ready, they went back out and did some last minute work things until the call to board went out, and they got on the plane. When they got settled, Shea kissed Sasha's cheek before diving into one of her magazines, leaving Sasha to look out the window and wonder what she was planning.
The first hour or so was uneventful, they were offered snacks and drinks, and then the flight attendants turned out the lights, and the people around them reclined their seats and started falling asleep. Sasha had a book and a book light, but she was too wound up, wondering what Shea would do. She started playing a mindless game on her phone that didn't require wifi, trying to distract herself, but it wasn't working. Physically, she was comfortable, she was wrapped in a soft blanket and dressed in light clothes. Any other time, she would be out like a light, but she couldn't fully relax, not with Shea's plans a mystery to her and a big plug inside her that she still wasn't fully adjusted to. She could forget about it provided she was completely still, but if she even moved a hair, it reminded her it was there. She could have sworn she was throbbing around it, it was so maddening. No, it was throbbing, no, wait, it was...vibrating?
She gasped as she focused and realized that, yup, Shea had put a remote control vibrating butt plug inside of her, and that she probably bought it for this exact purpose. Shea turned towards her and smirked, teasingly holding up the remote control.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice." She whispered, making a show of turning the setting up, intensifying the vibrations ever so slightly, but much more noticeable. "It took you less time than I though. Only about 2 minutes." Sasha had to bite the inside of her cheek as Shea turned the vibrations up high suddenly, only to lower it back down the next moment. She could feel herself sweating, and she would probably be gross after this. Shea leaned in and kissed her teasingly, turning the vibrations up half a notch. Her hand reached out and caressed her head, holding it still so she could kiss her forehead. Shea held that pose for a few moments, presumably feeling the vibrations that were now running through Sasha's entire body. She moved her hand from Sasha's head, and she let it travel down to Sasha's pants so she could touch her over them. Her fingers teased the undeniable erection, and Sasha could hear a chuckle of triumph. Shea obviously wanted to take her sweet time and tease her. And Sasha normally loved being teased like this, especially in a sleepy way while lying in bed together. But this was not their bed, this was a airplane with a hundred other people after she had been on edge for hours. She needed more, and she needed it now. Fuck the consequences.
Cupping her hand over her mouth, she pushed Shea's hand away and winked at her, then darted up and power walked to the bathroom while hunched over, one of the flight attendants nodding apologetically at her. She got in and got on the floor in front of the toilet, and sure enough, Shea was close behind her and closed and locked the door, kneeling down beside her.
"Are you ok love? Was that a bad idea?" She whispered, and it took everything not to grab her by the collar and shake her. Instead Sasha leaned in and hissed at her.
"Fuck me right now. This is your fault, and you're going to fix it."
Shea's eyes lit up, she loved it on the rare occasion when Sasha was a bossy brat in bed, obliging her eagerly. Sasha would always apologize over and over again for her attitude after she had come back down to earth, and Shea would always coo about how hot she thought bossy Sasha was.
Shea had on a small fanny pack for her phone and other personal items, and she took it off and pulled out two condoms from a inner pocket. She slipped behind Sasha and tugged her pants down slightly and rolled one onto her, and Sasha could hear Shea putting one on herself. The familiar sound of a cap opening rang out, and Sasha felt the plug being slowly pulled out of her and fingers add more lube inside her.
"Are you ready?" Shea whispered. Sasha whipped around and hissed again, frustration reaching the boiling point.
"Yes. Now." She ordered, grunting when Shea slipped inside of her, thrusting shallowly.
"Not so bossy now, eh my love?" Shea teased, turning Sasha back around and positioning her hips better, she placed Sasha's hands on the toilet seat, and Sasha realized she was trying to make them look as though they weren't fucking, hiding most of their bare skin under Sasha's big shirt and stroking her upwards under her shirt.
"More."
"Easy, love. You're tense and we're crammed in here. I'll make it up to you though. Promise. Please try to relax a little more, I don't want to hurt you."
Shea couldn't see it, but Sasha rolled her eyes. She gripped the toilet seat harder and arched into Shea involuntarily, leaning forward onto the toilet. She was already frustratingly close, which was probably for the best considering their time constraints. She pretended to cough and gag, which she confirmed for Shea with a thumbs up. Shea massaged her upper arm with her free hand soothingly, easing into a steady pace.
Sasha knew it was coming, but her orgasm still threw her off. It was relatively shallow, but it still left her clutching at the toilet seat and gritting her teeth. Shea kept going for a minute or 2 before she started twitching, and Sasha heard a low groan as she stopped thrusting. Shea turned Sasha's face towards her to kiss her before pulling out and cleaning both of them up, hiding the condoms in a piece of toilet paper and throwing them in the trashcan. She stood up and stepped aside to let Sasha get up, and she went to the sink to wash her hands while Shea double checked that there was no other evidence. She dried her hands as Shea washed her hands, and Shea suggested they use hand sanitizer as well. Sasha went to open the door, but Shea stopped her, whispering.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. I'm sorry for being a brat."
"Eh, I deserved it. I can't believe you actually pulled us in here though! Believe it or not, I was just going to give you a hand job!"
"With a vibrating plug in me? Yeah right. "
"I'm serious!"
"You may not have meant to, but you wanted to turn me on."
"Ok, that's true. Let's get back to our seats. Pretend like you're still nauseated. "
They walked back to their seats, Sasha holding her hand to her mouth with Shea leading her. Shea helped her back in her seat and sat down next to her. It hadn't been too long since they went in, and it appeared like no one was the wiser. The exhalation left her quickly, and Sasha fell asleep with Shea stroking her face, with the knowledge that when she woke up, she would be on vacation with her love.
"Now Kiss": based on a real tweet (Sashea)- Mock-Star
A “short” drabble based off a series of real events on Twitter on July 15th, 2019.
As of the day I am submitting this, I officially no longer work for the amusement park, and I’m on my way home tomorrow. I have so many ideas based of my time there, and I plan on making them into a mini series somehow! But for now, have this little brainpuke induced by my giddiness.
“Now kiss”
Shea saw the reply pop up on her phone as she was writing some work emails. She could take a guess as to who the person meant. Sasha had tweeted about Shea’s new single, and she had thanked her. Of course, the fans couldn’t keep their hands off, and there was already multiple comments about Sashea, not that Shea was complaining. As she liked the reply, she pictured Sasha standing on her tiptoes with her arms around Shea’s neck, the way her loose sweater hung from her body. She could see Sasha lean in and feel the pressure of their lips pressed together. She could hear Sasha’s tiny moan as Shea’s tongue worked its way into her mouth, little kitten licks encouraging her to part her lips. She could feel Sasha shiver as the kiss deepened, so Shea pulled her flush against her. She ran her fingers along the curve of her back, and she could feel Sasha trying to shift her legs to hide her arousal.
Her phone went off again, interrupting her daydream. This time it was a text from Sasha saying that she had landed. Shea stood up and walked over to the gate where Sasha would be coming from in meer minutes. She had a iced coffee in her hands for her, the ice almost completely melted, even though she had tried to time it right. Sasha came through the door with a smile, and she went into Shea’s arms without hesitation, letting Shea kiss her forehead and accepting the iced coffee with a smile.
Shea wanted to kiss her right here, but it was too risky, with all the people who might recognize and out them. Instead, she decided to wait until they got back to her place and Sasha’s stuff was settled in the guest room. She would pull her onto her lap and kiss her gently. She hoped it would end with Sasha squirming beneath her as her lips found other places to kiss. Pushing that thought out of her head, she let go of Sasha for the trek to get her luggage. Sasha reached out for Shea, her free hand grabbing her hand. They walked hand in hand until they got her luggage, then they carried it out to Shea’s car. Once it was in the trunk and they were safely inside, just before Sasha buckled in, she leaned over and kissed Shea’s cheek, and Shea didn’t miss a beat before turning around and catching her lips, kissing her gently. They broke apart soon after, and they hovered, silently agreeing to continue once they got back to Shea’s place. Sasha sat back and buckled up, and Shea rested her hand on her thigh as she turned the car on and backed out of the spot and into the road. It was a long, quiet drive back to Shea’s apartment full of tension, and the moment they walked in and shut the door, Sasha had jumped in Shea’s arms and smashed their lips together. Dropping the bags, Shea carried Sasha to her bedroom, sitting her on the bed and crawling over her, settling in for a long makeout session.
Sasha laid on her side, turned away from the bathroom door that Shea came out of, her bare back shining with sweat. Shea could still trace every spot that she had kissed, and a few more spots she wanted to kiss. As she crawled back into bed, her lips connected with a spot on her shoulder, and she kissed up to her neck as Sasha giggled and leaned back to kiss her when Shea reached her lips. Shea was too tired for another round, but there was nothing she wanted more than to be right here with Sasha, kissing her again and again as Sasha blushed and giggled and leaned in to her. She accepted kisses from Sasha, but she would give her ten times as many kisses back. She wanted to spoil every inch of her with kisses, but right now, she was content with peppering her shoulders while they cuddled, Sasha giving up on reciprocating and letting Shea spoil her, grabbing onto her hands and holding them tight as her way of affection. She only stopped when Sasha fell asleep, exhaustion and a little jet lag catching up to her. Her lips were swollen, but she loved the feeling, it meant that she had loved on someone she loved. She stared out the window and watched the sunset while she held a sleeping Sasha, her heart full and satisfied.
