#rpdr fanfic

[sapphire-to-the-rain]

days since last wrote a very cheesy ice skating planymphia fic: 0

#its SO un beta read you would not even BELIEVE!!! #im much better at drawing than i am at writing so this is brave of me #im steppin out the box like trixie said in her kitty girl lyrics #planymphia #rpdr fanfic

[adoordelano]

Hey I wrote this cute ass Sashnetra fic

#rpdr fanfic #rpdr fic #rpdr s15 #sashnetra

[artificialgrinder]

Okay so I've had a think about it.

And YES I KNOW I DIDN'T UPDATE THIS WEEK BUT I WILL THIS WEEK, I PROMISE.

So I tried to think about the last time I went through this writers block, just the time I vented to my friend about it. She asked me, "Well what inspires you to write? Not like lighting candles and all that jazz. When specifically does the creative juices come flowing?" And I was like, "whenever I reread the story from beginning to the current point?" And she said, "well, get reading then."

So yeah I guess I'm going to reread the entire fic. Wish me luck

#drag or die au #drag or die #rpdr fanfiction #artificialgrinder #rpdr fanfic

[theartificialdane]

Ru-et Partners For Life, part 3

It opened, and Vanjie felt his heart skip a beat, Brooke stepping inside, his blue eyes dark with barely controlled anger and unmistakable lust, this fuck quickly promising that it’d be one for the history books.

As soon as the cameras had stopped filming, their mics unplugged and off, Brooke had grabbed Vanjie’s jaw, taking him by surprise as he forced him to look up, strong fingers holding him in place. He had bent down, getting close to Vanjie’s ear, his voice barely a whisper as he told him to hit the shower, and that he’d better be fucking ready when Brooke came to get him.

Vanjie is having a true ‘Well well well, if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions’ moment!

LINK TO AO3

#b&v verse #b&v canada #rpdr fanfic #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo

[phrynewrites]

jasco + "i saw this and thought of you"

I've fussed around with this prompt for a while, trying to sort out which au this might have gone best with, what tone I wanted to take, and I hope you like where it's landed! It's set in socialite au, pre-betrayal. Enjoy!

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The box in Bosco hand was small, rounded at the edges, and covered in a green velvet—one that made Jasmine's heart drop upon looking at it, questioning if Bosco really thought they were ready to take this big of a step.

"I know you said you didn't want any presents," Bosco began, flexing their fingers in and out across the table cloth, as though they were releasing their nervous energy into the stark white linens.

Jasmine was still focused on the box. She'd already been engaged four times, though she'd backed out of every single one in a matter of months, disrupting her family's wishes for her own sigh of relief. Really, there'd be no bigger disruption to them than this—but the thoughts of her family weren't really supplying anxiety, at least not enough to override the anticipation.

"And I'm sure it's nothing compared to all the other nice things you have. It really doesn't compete—I don't really compete, but-"

"Bosco, stop."

"I know, I know," Bosco shook their head, taking in another breath before continuing. "But I saw this and thought of you."

When the box opened, Jasmine was left speechless, as though gasping for a clear breath. Inside wasn't a ring like she'd thought, but the disappointment became an afterthought as she studied the necklace before her.

The pendant was small and strung on a thin gold chain. It almost looked like flowers, what with the way the metal twisted and the tiny diamonds dotted it, making way only for a pearl in the center.

It must have cost them so much—more than they could really afford.

"You really didn't have to get me something-"

"I know, it's not a lot," Bosco said, closing the box and setting it down. "But I thought you deserved something. I wish I could do more, but-"

"No buts," Jasmine cut them off, shaking her head. "I want to wear it. Can you put it on me?"

And as Bosco rounded the table, laid her hair across her shoulder, secured the clasp, and pressed a kiss to Jasmine's cheek, all she could utter was thank you, over and over, until it turned into I love you.

#for thecollectionsof #asks answered #jasco socialite au #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr fanfic #rpdr fic #jasco

[so-art-decooo]

dayasco camgirl au- pt.1

inspired by daya and bosco being lesbians for each other on main…so yeah lol¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i promise i dont only write smut but they just have so much smut-worthy material that some things just write themselves lmao

*rated E*

thank you @fluito for helping me with this heheh <3 ;)

part 2

Ao3

Daya made her way over to Bosco’s apartment, a bottle of wine in tow as she prepared herself for a girl's night in. 

Bosco had warned her that she’d be busy for about an hour before Daya was supposed to come over, but Daya had insisted that she come over at that time anyway. Daya knew what Bosco meant by “busy”—she wasn’t in the dark about what her best friend did for extra money on the side. But she respected Bosco and how hard she worked, so she made sure to wait until just after 7 pm to give her privacy and time to finish her stream before getting out of her car to meet her.

She got to Bosco’s door, walking right in like she always does out of habit, and made herself at home on her couch.

“Hello?” she called out but heard nothing. She assumed Bosco would be out to greet her any moment. 

She scrolled on her phone for a minute before hearing noises come from the other side of the bedroom door that made her cheeks burn red. 

Meanwhile, Bosco was in her room, still doing her weekly live stream. She wore a bright red pleather lingerie set, with a matching corset and garters, accentuating her slim waist and toned thighs. Her head fell back, a vibrator shoved between her spread legs in front of the camera and ring light that was set up by the foot of her bed.

She was lost in her own world, moaning and writhing on the bed as she let the pleasure take over her. Her mouth opened as her breathing sped up and filthy noises spilled out. She felt heat coiling in her stomach as she got closer to her release.

Comments and tips poured in from her viewers as her hips canted up into the wand, trying to get as much contact as she could. Just as she started tipping over the edge, she heard the sound of Daya calling out from the living room, but it was too late for her to stop the intense orgasm from flooding her body, failing to hold back the moans and gasps that escaped her lips.

When she came down from her high she wrapped up the stream quickly, knowing Daya must have heard all of that. She also knew it was her fault that she didn’t send Daya a warning text that she was running late. Bosco cleaned up, put away her setup, and changed as quickly as she could, hoping to do some disaster recovery.

She opened her bedroom door slowly, finding a frozen Daya looking up at her from the couch. 

“I’m so sorry I should have told you I was running late,” Bosco said apologetically, her face still flushed pink from exertion.

“No, no, uhm, yeah don’t worry about it it’s totally fine,” Daya stuttered.

“You heard all of that didn’t you,” Bosco stated rather than asking.

“I’m sorry, I was gonna leave when I heard you…you know, until you were done, but I—“

“Daya, please, don’t worry about it, it’s no big deal,” Bosco laughed with slight amusement.

Daya was kind of relieved at how chill Bosco was being about it, easing much of her guilt and embarrassment. “Okay, well, did you at least make a decent amount tonight?” She asked, lightening the mood.

“Two hundred bucks, baby,” Bosco flipped her hair over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out through her teeth.

“Yessss get that coin bitch,” Daya celebrated with her, getting up to pour them both a glass of wine. “Damn if that’s the kinda money you make from one stream maybe I should join you some time,” She joked.

“Maybe you should,” Bosco winked before clinking their glasses and taking a sip. 

Daya tried masking the pensive look she knew she had on her face by taking a sip as well. Was she joking? Yeah, yeah, of course she must be joking. 

“Come on, take-out is on me tonight,” Bosco sat down, opening her phone to order.

They turned on a movie once their food arrived, but Daya wasn’t really paying attention, too distracted by Bosco’s comment from earlier. The image wouldn’t leave her brain now. They were friends, sure, but Bosco was undeniably attractive.

Daya was suddenly a little too aware of how Bosco’s legs were resting on her own, how their thighs were touching. She squirmed in her seat at the thought of them doing something on camera together. ‘No, no, no, don’t go there,’ she thought to herself. The person she was thinking about was literally right next to her, it was so wrong. 

Daya tried her hardest to concentrate on watching the movie, feeling like it lasted forever with how restless she was. When their night was over, Daya left Bosco’s apartment, hugged her goodbye, got to her car, and slumped down in the driver's seat, letting out a long sigh. 

She knew things were about to get a whole lot more complicated. 

#dayasco #daya betty #bosco #camgirl au #rpdr fanfic #heheheh #my fics #smut

[artificialashley]

if we’re sinners then it feels like heaven to me (jasya)

Daya believed she had found her calling when she signed on as captain of her University's first netball team. Authority over what position she played in? Control of the music at training? An excuse to expel the unbridled rage that came with being a second year STEM student? She had all the ingredients for a perfect year.

It's just a shame she missed the part of the recipe where the human equivalent of a fog-horn got promoted to her team and Daya's job became that extra bit harder. (10.4k)

aq // ao3

#my fic #daya x jasmine #netball girlies who play for the same team #rpdr fanfic #rpdr #daya betty #jasmine kennedie #drag race #the love child of my procrastination

[ao3feed-trixya]

I love you stranger

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ldn98HD

by SophSoph08

Between the enchantment and her own thoughts , Trixie didn't noticed the exact moment the mysterious woman disappeared. Suddenly the singer felt nervous and tried to ground herself by looking on her purse for a coin. After all, she was there to make a wish...

Words: 1381, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: RuPaul's Drag Race (US) RPF, Trixya - Fandom, Trixie and Katya

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F

Characters: Trixie Mattel, Katya Zamolodchikova, Violet Chachki

Relationships: Trixie Mattel/Katya Zamolodchikova

Additional Tags: Useless Lesbians, Drama & Romance, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Magic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ldn98HD

#trixya #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr fanfic

[tailsbeth-writes]

Her Royal Highness

'Shaan, can you please put an appointment in my diary?'

'Certainly sir, what is it for?'

'A reminder to kill Alex for getting me into this mess.'

Shaan tried to hold back a smirk as he stepped back, tapping away on his tablet.'

'Personally I think the blue glitter really brings out your eyes, sir.'

This terrible idea had started like most of Alex’s did, a seedling planted by the most chaotic of the chaos demons; Nora.

Or How Prince Henry ended up as a guest judge on RuPaul's Drag Race UK.

Rating: T | Word Count: 5k | Multi-chapter | TW: Biphobia [Not Complete]

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fanfic #red white and royal blue fanfic #firstprince #firstprince fanfic #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #nora holleran #pez okonjo #june claremont diaz #beatrice fox mountchristen windsor #rupauls drag race #rpdr #rpdr uk #tailsbeth writes

[sexynetra]

Ahhhh y’all!! I finally posted the first chapter of my beloved bratty!Marcia Anarcia roommate fic. This is my baby I love her so much please please please give her a read i’ll love you forever for it!

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: RuPaul's Drag Race (US) RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anetra/Marcia Marcia Marcia (Drag Race) Characters: Anetra (Drag Race), Marcia Marcia Marcia (Drag Race), Sasha Colby Additional Tags: Roommates, Alternate Universe - College/University, Enemies to Lovers, Bratty Marcia Marcia Marcia, Slow Burn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Canon Trans Character, trans Sasha Colby, red haired anetra, because we all deserve it, think lalaparooza wig, or beautiful nightmare Summary:

Marcia has every last detail of her life planned out. She's going to get into her dream sorority, become the most popular girl in her university's Musical Theater program, get cast in every school show she auditions for, and get to Broadway by the time she graduates. However, her carefully outlined life plan doesn't account for a beautiful stranger who appears out of nowhere to invade her space and steal her friends, her spotlight, and her career. Will Marcia be able to salvage her college experience, or is she doomed to four years of fights and tears? (Title from I'm Free/Heaven Help Me - Footloose)

#guys i worked so fucking hard on this #pls read it I am begging on my hands and knees #and I got it out before the finale please be proud of me #anetra #marcia #anarcia #anarcia fanfic #anarcia fanfiction #drag race #rpdr #rpdr 15 #drag race fanfic #drag race fanfiction #rpdr fanfic #rpdr fanfiction #marcia x3 #marcia marcia marcia #my writing

[serenityeden]

Pencil crayon drawing of mermaid Trixie for @cashmoneymermaid 🤍

#trixie and katya #trixie mattel #trixya fanfic #trixie mattel fanart #trixya #trixie #mermaid #katya fanfic #katya zamolodchikova #we love katya #wattpad drawings #katya zamo #Katya Art #fan art #art #rpdr art #katya fanart

[adoordelano]

Ridin chapter two is up 👉🏻👈🏻

#rpdr fanfic #rpdr fic

[artificialgrinder]

Drag or Die: Part Four

After getting Alyssa and co out of their safe space and to the prison, Katya is back in the game. She's got a mission to tend to - avenge Trixie. But Adore just has to cause trouble, doesn't she?

Chapters

[1] // [2] // [3] // [4] // [5] // [6] // [7] // [8]

#drag or die #drag or die au #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr fanfic #dystopian universe #artificialgrinder #artificialqueens #trixya #biadore #katlaska #katya zamolodchikova #adore delano #Bianca Del Rio #alaska thunderfuck

[theartificialdane]

Galactica, part 100!

“Get off. My set.” Bianca’s voice was low, probably would have been very scary and intimidating to anyone else. 

“Bianca, stop it. I’m sorry I insulted your little bimbo, alright? But-” 

Previously: Raven ran her mouth about how much she hates Courtney—at a Marie Claire photo shoot where Bianca happened to overhear the worst of it. 

This Chapter: Bianca makes good on her threat. Shit hits the fan. The usual. HAPPY 100 CHAPTERS!!!!!! 🥳 

AN: Hello everyone! This is chapter 100. 1-0-0! That's absolutely insane, and we're so thankful you as a reader is still here. Thank you for reading along, and for enjoying the story Veronica and I have written. We hope you'll continue to love reading it as much as we love writing it.

LINK TO AO3

@veronicasanders

#galactica #rpdr fanfic

[phrynewrites]

Could you pretty please do 30 + Jasco any AU you want?

Of course hun! Here's a bit of espionage au, since I haven't done much of that recently. Enjoy!

30. “are you jealous? cause it’s really cute.”

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Bosco knew Jasmine was wearing that gown on purpose. 

There was no other explanation for the red velvet clinging to her waist and hips, the slit scaling up her thigh, and the low cut, practically begging for Bosco’s all too valuable attention. 

Even viewed on the grainy tv-screen, monitoring Jasmine weaving through the crowd, searching for a man with a bow tie, a watch chain tucked neatly into his coat pocket, and knowledge reserved for few outside of the U.S. government, Jasmine still was devilish. 

“You’d better be ready,” Daya said, voice gruff as she switched the screens to the office around the back of the mansion, currently manned by four armed guards. “I’m going to send you in approximately seven minutes.” 

“You insult me.” Bosco fixes the strap on their holster, which only makes them think about the straps Jasmine surely has under that dress, pressing a knife against her thigh. Just in case, of course. But if she needed to use it, Bosco taught her well. 

“Don’t act like you’re entirely focused,” Daya shot back. “Especially as you’re reaching for the control. Trying to switch the screen back to Jasmine.” 

“I’m just trying to make sure she’s safe is all.” Bosco clicked back to the main ballroom, finding Jasmine dancing with the target’s mistress. Her hand pressed against her waist, fingers delicately brushing the certainly hand-spun lace there. And her other hand graced the woman’s cheek, surely leaving a blush as Jasmine trailed downward, traipsing across her collar bone. 

Bosco grunted and went back to their preparations. If they could keep their head down, focus on their training, really, focus on every aggravation Jasmine had caused them over the years, the desolation and pain they’d felt at the knowledge that Jasmine was the only other soul on earth who knew them now, they could steady themself for the next portion of the mission. 

But of course Bosco had to look up again. And of course Jasmine’s lips had to press to this woman’s neck. And the snort they let out at the sight had to catch Daya’s attention. 

“Are you jealous, dear Bosco?” Daya’s voice raised an octave, her lips curling at the end of her question, which Bosco knew from their flushing cheeks and fumbling hands wasn’t much of a question at all. With a poke of the nose, Daya added “Cause it’s really cute.” 

“There’s nothing to be jealous about.” Bosco kept their voice firm. “She’s doing her job. Smart, you know. Getting through to the target through his mistress.” 

“But you wish she were getting through to you, right?” 

“I mainly wish you’d give me the specs for the safe so I can crack it and finish this mission.” Bosco looked again, relieved to find Jasmine had fled from the woman and was now finding her way toward the back of the mansion, where Bosco would meet her in moments. “And wish you were quick, because Jasmine’s almost in the position.” 

With the specs bounding through their head, Bosco set off. And though they tried to focus on the mission, focus on sedating the guards and unlocking the safe, they allowed themself to steal a glance at Jasmine from across the hallway. Their careful steps were no rival for their careful eyes. 

And as Jasmine sent a poison tipped dart into a guard’s neck, the man tumbling at the blow, Bosco felt a warmth prickle their chest. 

It was possible that Daya was right. Not that they’d care to admit it. 

#for anon #asks answered #jasco espionage au #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr fanfic #rpdr fic #jasco

[so-art-decooo]

met by chance

jasco office au

might continue this later but for now its a oneshot :))

ao3

The elevator dinged when it reached her floor, the big metal doors opening for her to step inside. 

Jasmine worked a mundane receptionist job on the top floor of an executive office building, relieved to finally go home and enjoy her Friday night after a long week. Her stuffy blazer and restrictive pencil skirt were getting uncomfortable, her feet were blistering from her new high heels, and all she wanted to do was get back to her apartment as soon as possible and cuddle up with her cats. 

It had gotten ominously dark out, the trees outside starting to sway from heavy gusts of wind. She hoped she could make it home before it started pouring.

Once inside the elevator, she pushed the button to take her to the ground level. As soon as it started making its way down, a loud clap of thunder rattled through the building, making her jump. The elevator stopped a few floors down, opening its doors to let someone else in. 

An intimidating-looking woman stepped inside, and the faint scent of her sweet musky perfume permeated the small enclosure. She didn’t look at Jasmine as she entered the elevator, just opting to lean against the opposite wall. Jasmine couldn’t help but eye her from the side of her gaze. 

Whoever she was she looked very important. She wore a pressed black work suit with red lining and red-bottomed heels to match. Her features were strikingly beautiful with her sharp brows and painted lips. She had taken off her jacket to hold with her briefcase and had the top buttons of her blouse opened. Jasmine would be lying if she said she wasn’t staring a little.

Another loud crack of thunder brought Jasmine out of her daze and caused both women to look up at each other. The lights at the top of the elevator flickered before they dimmed out, the elevator jolting to a hard stop as the hum of electricity silenced. 

“No, no, no, shit,” Jasmine panicked, trying to press every button possible to get them to start moving again. Pieces of her strawberry-blonde hair fell from its french twist in her frazzled state as she tried banging on the door once the former option had failed.

“Why don’t you try pressing the emergency call button, princess?” The woman mocked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Jasmine was too intimidated to say anything back, just opting to listen to what she said instead. But neither woman was pleased when the guy on the other end said that nearly every building on the block had also lost power, and it would probably be one-to-two hours before they got the elevator working again. 

“Fucking great,” the other black-haired woman hissed. She checked her phone, "you getting any service in here?"

Jasmine pulled out her phone to check, "Nope, nothing," she answered. 

“Well…I guess we’re gonna be here a while,” she sighed, sinking down to sit on the floor, “I’m Bosco, by the way.” 

“Jasmine,” she said, slowly moving to join her on the ground.

“Pretty name,” Bosco said.

“Thanks,” Jasmine blushed.

“So what do you do here Jasmine?” 

“Oh, I’m just a receptionist a few floors up,” Jasmine mustered out, intimidated, “How about you?”

“Executive Assistant,” Bosco stated, “trust me it’s not as impressive as it sounds,” she winked, making Jasmine giggle and easing her nerves.

More thunder boomed outside, making them both flinch.

“Jesus, it sounds like it’s crazy out there right now,” said Bosco.

“Right? I can’t believe the power’s out now of all times on a fucking Friday night when we just wanna go home.”

“It’s homophobic, really,” Bosco joked, smiling fondly when she heard Jasmine’s belly laugh.

"Completely!" Jasmine agreed, still laughing. "Ugh, it's been such a long day, or week, actually. My boss won't stop yelling at me for the littlest things. The copy machine in the office broke today, so everyone was jumping down my throat as if it was my problem, I accidentally spilled coffee on someone's desk like a klutz, and the phone was ringing off the hook today, not to mention my heels have been giving me fucking blisters that hurt like hell--" 

Jasmine stopped herself mid-ramble, "I'm sorry, I know I talk a lot."

Bosco smiled sincerely, not having broken eye contact with her through her whole spiel, "No, it's okay, I like it."

Jasmine blushed, looking down at her hands in her lap. She was a little taken aback--most people found her habitual ranting and chattering to be annoying.

She watched as Bosco grabbed a pen from her briefcase and scribbled it on the back of one of her business cards. 

"Here," Bosco handed the card to her, "I know some people on your floor, so if anyone ever gives you trouble up there just text me and let me know whose ass I have to kick."

Jasmine laughed, flattered that the woman was being so protective of her. "Thank you, I appreciate it," she said, looking down at Bosco's handwriting on the card.

Bosco checked her watch, looking at the time, "Looks like my cats are gonna get a late dinner tonight," she laughed.

"Aw, you have cats too?" Jasmine's eyes lit up.

Pulling out their phones, they both shared photos of their cats, fawning over each other's pictures. 

They chatted for a long time, talking about their lives and their jobs, just getting to know each other. Jasmine was surprised at how well they clicked. An hour, maybe an hour and a half had gone by in a flash, neither of them bothering to keep track of time after a while. 

Before they could process it, the lights came back on, blinding the two of them initially, and the buzz of the elevator resumed as they started descending to the ground floor. 

The two of them laughed in celebration as they helped each other off the floor to finally get out of the small space.

They exited the lobby of the building together. The sun had gone down and the streets were dark. It was still raining pretty hard out. 

"Do you need a ride home?" Bosco turned to ask her. 

"Oh no it's okay, I was just going to call for a cab,"

"Don't be silly. I'm not letting you stand outside when it's this dark and rainy, come on," Bosco insisted, holding out her arm for Jasmine to take.

Jasmine took her arm, walking with Bosco to her car. The drive home was silent yet comfortable. Bosco kept sneaking glances at her from the driver's seat, making Jasmine's stomach erupt with butterflies, but she pretended not to notice. 

The street lights outside highlighted Jasmine's beautiful soft features as they whizzed past them on the highway, Bosco couldn't help but look over at her. 

When Bosco pulled up to Jasmine's building, she parked in front and met Jasmine's gaze. 

"Thank you so much for taking me home," Jasmine said appreciatively. 

"Of course," Bosco put her hand on her arm with a warm smile, making Jasmine's heart leap out of her chest at the gesture. 

Jasmine got out of the car, turning back once more to wave goodbye.

"Hey Jasmine," Bosco rolled her window down and called out.

Jasmine whipped her head back around, "Yeah?"

"Let me take you out for a drink next weekend, we can take the stairs next time,"

Jasmine laughed, "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

"Perfect, just text me,” Bosco said with a wink before driving off. 

Jasmine waved as she left, finally home after a long day. The door closed behind her and she sighed in relief, yet still unable to wipe the giddy smile off her face. 

#bosco #jasmine kennedie #jasco #office au #rpdr s14 #rpdr fanfic #idk kinda hate this title but i couldnt think of anything else lol #met by chance #my fics