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Amateur Hour

Violet (Jason) x Pearl (Matt)


A thump. A curse. There was a blinding light and Violet’s rouged lips, slowly, came into focus.

Her breathe fogged up the screen: “Is it on?”

“If the little light is red, then yes it’s on. Remind me again how you’re suppoused to be the future of drag?”

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Final Three (But all I see is you and me)

Rating: Filthy

Warning: Smut

Pearl had always been attracted to masculine guys, but there was something mesmerizing about Violet. Every glance, every smile, every breathless laugh pulled Pearl deeper under his spell. He felt this inextricable attraction that pulled him closer and closer like a moth flying to the light.

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Leather and Lace (Part I)

Violet (Jason)  x Pearl (Matt)

Violet loved pain. 

In the real world, pain was a wild beast that he could not tame. Yet, in bed, Violet could concentrate the pain; bind it down; control it. He could turn pain into nothing more than a pleasurable plea. 

The only thing more liberating than controlling all…was giving up all control. Fuck, Violet often fantasized about finding someone who he could trust with that power over him. He dreamed of a partner that he could play games with.

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Domestic Bliss

Roy (Bianca) x Shane (Courtney)

Rating: Filthy

Warning: Smut

“Just for now,” Roy had stressed as he signed the lease for their apartment. 

So how had ‘just for now’ turned into falling asleep on their pull out coach- too tired to go to bed or wash off their makeup- and waking up with their legs tangled together? 

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RPDR Highschool!AU CH5

Main Pairing: Pearl x Violet

Side Pairings: Katya x Trixie, Sharon x Alaska, Max x Biblegirl666, Phi Phi x Sharon, Roy x Adore

Rated M for Mean Girl References

Chapter 1 (X) & Chapter 2 (X) & Chapter 3 (X) & Chapter 4 (X) & Chapter 5 (X)

Chapter 6 (X) & Chapter 7 (X) & Chapter 8 (X)


It rained the whole weekend, but those were the brightest days in their relationship. Violet’s father wasn’t coming home until Monday, so they spent every minute they could in each other’s arms.

Everything that she had loved about Violet was clearer than before. It was as though she had been looking at the queen from behind a veil.

They spent the minutes exploring each other’s skin; sucking; licking; worshiping. Or at least Violet loved to be worshiped. She preferred to have sex in drag, all dolled up, and Pearl didn’t care either way. Besides, she loved the confidence and dominance that it brought out in Violet when she laced up her corset.

“So if you’re gender fluid,” Pearl kissed her neck, “what do you prefer to be called?”

“Mistress,” Violet winked and rolled them over to pin her down.

“Be serious.”

“I am serious. I don’t care, so long as you call for me. Gender…is complicated. I don’t always feel like one thing or the other. Some days I want to wear makeup and be delicate, and the next day I want to chill in boxers. And I know clothes aren’t, like, inherently gendered, but it’s just how I represent the way that I feel. See? Complicated.”

“That’s okay. I like complicated.”

Violet quirked a painted brow: “Oh, so you like ‘complicated’ now?”

“No, but I like you,” Pearl confessed. Violet leaned down and rewarded her with a deep kiss. They were so close, heart’s racing against one another, and Pearl trusted her. She hadn’t even flinched when Violet asked if she minded being tied up. Anything for her.

“Oh, no,” Violet huffed as Pearl offered up her hands, “It’s Sunday…I have, uh, a customer.”


“I’ll get in trouble.”

Violet bit her lip, playing with the wire in her hands, before suggesting, “Maybe we could do this. But you have to be quite because if the company found out  then I would get in trouble. Do you understand, baby?”

“Please,” Pearl begged, “I’ll be good.”

Violet leaned in to kiss her as she tied up her wrists. Pearl had experimented with bondage before but never with someone that she was this emotionally attached to. Violet pushed Pearl back, testing to see that the wire was tight, and climbed into her lap.

Violet pressed a finger to her own lips, took Pearl’s phone from her bed, and dialed. Her eyes narrowed as someone picked up, and Pearl’s cock eagerly twitched at the sight.

“Have you been a good boy for me?” -Violet was looking straight at Pearl as she ran a finger down her arched chest- “And you’re wearing those pink panties? The ones with the lace that are tight around your cock?” -She trailed her finger down to Pearl’s panties and tugged at them.

Pearl hardened as Violet toyed with her. She had one manicured hand on the phone and the other running up and down Pearl’s chest. Pearl shivered. 

Violet was listening to whatever the man was saying, but her eyes were on Pearl.

“Mhm, can you feel the lacy fabric against your skin? That’s right. It’s pressed up so nice and tight on you cock. You love it how it restricts you. Don’t you?,” Violet whispered as her fingertips brushed over Pearl’s bulge. She strained against the bounds and swallowed back a moan.

“No. Don’t touch yourself yet. Good boys wait for permission.”

Violet lowered herself so that she was between Pearl’s legs. Her voice was soft and yet commanding; gentle and yet forceful; melodic and yet harsh. Pearl was erect from the sound.

Violet pressed a kiss to the top of Pearl’s navel- right above the pantie’s bow. So close. Pearl laid still, waiting to be touched, and she loved how it made her feel like an object. Like she was Violet’s play-thing.

“Now?” Violet’s breathe was warm against Pearl’s cock, “Well, I don’t know. Hmm….No. Not yet. Instead, I want you to grab the edge and gently -gently!- pull up the panties, so that your cock is pressed to your belly. Then count to three- slowly.”

As she spoke, Violet mimed her own orders. Pearl bit her lip to stop herself from keening at the slow teasing. The material was snug against her, and the creases folded itself around her. Her cock pressed up against her stomach as Violet smirked.


Violet let go.

"Good boy,” Violet praised. She rewarded Pearl with a closed mouth kiss against her thigh. Her lips brushed against Pearl’s erection as she pulled away.

“Now, do it again. But this time…a little bit harder. I want to hear you moaning my name.”

Violet yanked at the panties. Pearl gasped, too loud, and squeezed her legs together at the sudden pleasure. Violet pinched her inner thigh to reprimand her and mouthed ’shush.’

“Do you have lube with you there?” Violet asked as she leaned over to the table to grab the bottle; when Violet strained forward, her bottom pressed up against Pearl’s erection.

The sudden pressure made her squeeze her thighs together again and hold her breathe. Pearl wished that she had a gag in her mouth- anything to stop herself from whimpering or begging. But Violet trusted herself, and she couldn’t make any noises.

“Slick up your fingertips. Is it all wet?” Violet whispered against Pearl’s thighs,  "So cold and wet and you want it inside of you. Oh, I bet you are. I want you to imagine that I’m there with you and that I’m the one who’s touching you.“

Violet pushed back the lace with one finger and rubbed her other finger against Pearl’s hole. Cold. Pearl tensed, and Violet kissed her there.

"I want you to swirl your finger around the rim. Just one. Gentle. Mhmmm, you’re feeling it inside of you. Desperate to be full. Oh, you really want it…don’t you?  You want to fuck yourself against it- quick and hard. But I’m going to make you wait for it, and you’re going to be quite for me.”

Pearl whimpered as Violet’s finger moved inside her. Slow. Too slow. Her hips bucked in need and Violet, unable to pinch anymore, bit the soft skin of her thigh in punishment.

“Slow,” Violet reminded her, “Don’t you want to be good for me?”

She was coming undone from this. Pearl’s cheeks were red, flushed, as she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in need. A droplet of sweat had the time to slither from the top of her chest all the way to her nipple before Violet had moved her finger inside of her.

God, there were tears in the corner of her eyes as she tried to still her breathing once more. Violet bit her hard when she gasped.

How could she keep quiet when everything Violet did to her was too much? Even the sight of Violet’s red lips, twisted in a smirk, made her pulsate with need.

Her hands were shaking as they strained against the bounds.

Violet entered a second finger, pressed a kiss to the tip of her, and increased the tempo. Pearl had to lie there -silent- and let herself be fucked. It was blissful torture.

Violet must have noticed that Pearl was coming to the edge, breathing barely restrained, and had pity on her because she flipped Pearl onto her stomach. Pearl buried her head into the sheets to muffle the sound.

Shhhh, that’s it, baby. You’re doing such a good job, and you must look so pretty. Wet and shaking and needy. So good for me. So good,” Violet praised, “You still have your pretty panties on- don’t you? They must feel tight on your cock right now, so tight and all wet and all stretched out. But you’ll keep them on until they’re covered in cum.”

Pearl bit the sheet as Violet inserted the third finger. She loved the feeling of being used. Helpless. Her bound hands were balled in fists as Violet found her prostate and rubbed her fingers against it. Her toes curled.

“Good boy.”

She came just as the man on the other end did because Violet began praising both of them. Pearl lay there, cum dripping down her leg, and waited for Violet to finish her call.

Click- Violet threw Pearl’s phone to the floor.

Zip- Violet groaned in relief as she undid her latex skirt to relieve herself.

Fuck- Violet cursed as she touched herself and came on Pearl. Pearl wondered if seeing her this wrecked had brought something out in Violet.

They cuddled after that. Sticky. Tired. Satisfied. 

“Make me pancakes tomorrow,” Pearl finally said after a long stretch of silence.

“Bitch. You getting off on giving me orders?”

“Well, you certainly do.”

“It’s my job,” Violet mumbled and she didn’t seem as happy as before. Pearl kissed her softly on the cheek.

“Do you not like it?”

“I fucking love it. That’s the problem,” Violet laughed, “Because I can’t keep doing this forever. This can’t go on and on, and I can’t just stay here, on this fucking shelf, just waiting and waiting and waiting. Something has to give.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

“Why do you sound so certain?”

“Because you’re Violet fucking Chachki. She who will never give up. Plastic. Maybe bruised and broken but never busted. The fucking queen of this school. And you know…”

“You know…?”

Mine,” Pearl whispered.

Violet kissed her but didn’t say it back. They feel asleep with unspoken words between the spaces of their bodies. 

Pearl dreamed of lipstick and scars, which covered her skin. She dreamed of Violet ,who was made of not plastic but glass, falling from the fireplace. She dreamed of clocks striking twelve; shattering; darkness.

The morning light would sweep up these fears, but their shadows would linger. The uncertainty would stain. 

Pearl had said she liked complicated. Hadn’t she?


‘He didn’t notice.’

How was it possible that three words could hold so much sadness? He read them over and over. 

There was nothing Matt could type, so he called Violet and listened to him cry. He repeated ‘I’m here,’ but Violet wasn’t in the mood to be comforted. Matt turned him on speaker and told him it was okay to rant.

“….and I don’t know how long I can do this. One minute I’m okay and the next I realize that this can’t go on forever. Nothing can keep going on and on and on and on.”

“You keep saying that but what- what are you waiting for?”

Violet only started to cry again, and Matt wished that he had just kept his mouth shut. He kept the speaker on until Violet’s breathing had evened out, and they were listening to the sound of each other’s breathes.

Violet was asleep.

“I’m kind of in love with you. Did you know that?,” he whispered only because he knew that Violet couldn’t hear. 

Not that it mattered- awake or asleep the answer was always silence.

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Leather and Lace (Part III)

Violet (Jason) x Pearl (Matt)

This weekend. Just me and u. Finally. -P

Should I bring anything? -V

Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything. I need you to relax and trust that I’ll take care of u. Can u do that? -P

Violet swallowed as he reread the text. Images appeared in his mind of chains and whips. 

What should I wear? -V

Less is more. -P

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RPDR Highschool!AU CH7

Main Pairing: Pearl x Violet

Side Pairings: Katya x Trixie, Sharon x Alaska, Max x Biblegirl666, Phi Phi x Sharon, Roy x Adore

Rated M for Mean Girl References

Chapter 1 (X) & Chapter 2 (X) & Chapter 3 (X) & Chapter 4 (X) & Chapter 5 (X)

Chapter 6 (X) & Chapter 7 (X) & Chapter 8 (X)

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RPDR Highschool!AU Chapter 6

Main Pairing: Pearl x Violet

Side Pairings: Katya x Trixie, Sharon x Alaska, Max x Biblegirl666, Phi Phi x Sharon, Roy x Adore

Rated M for Mean Girl References

Chapter 1 (X) & Chapter 2 (X) & Chapter 3 (X) & Chapter 4 (X) & Chapter 5 (X)

Chapter 6 (X) & Chapter 7 (X) & Chapter 8 (X)

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Lick The Icing Off

Violet x Pearl

Rated M for Misuse of cupcakes

Good boyfriends went out and bought their partner a cake for their birthday. Great boyfriends baked their partners a homemade cake for their birthday. But Pearl wasn’t a good boyfriend…nor was Pearl a great boyfriend.

No, she was a drag boyfriend, er, girlfriend, and she was going to give Violet something special to remember this night.

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