#have a nice day sir/maam

[chercornersppl]

INTRO.˳⁺⁎˚

♡ I'm Cher (Not real name)

♡ Any pronouns work, I'm not too picky about it

♡ Hobbies ~ Drawing, cooking, writing, overindulging in shows and fandoms I like

♡ Fandoms ~ Riordanverse, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Marvel, Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel, Cherry Crush, Purrfect Tale, FNAF

❀ I'll update when I see have I want to update withhh

[77ngiez-archive]

stalker sanya is canon btw bcs i said so

[333thousand]

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[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT ; they have a very obvious crush on you

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, & quackity

warnings ; language

y/s/n = your ship name

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

constantly donates / talks through tts when you're streaming alone

TommyInnit donated $10!

"Tommy, stop giving me money, just use TTS"

only uses tts when you tell him to each and every time, it's routine

if he's streaming when you compliment him, chat always points out his red face to both of you

"shut up chat! I'm not blushing. you guys suck"

after a while he gets invested in the shipping

"if I open wattpad and don't see three new y/s/n fics I'm gonna lose my shit, guys"

"Tommy, Tommy, check ao3"

"I found one and it actually looks good!"

reading fanfics on stream (with permission of course and being light on the jokes and whatnot)

you and Tommy make your own fanfic too

he gets your friends to read it on their streams too 💀💀💀

literally every bit he writes is something he wants to do with you

such a hopeless romantic

RANBOO

always doing you favors

never saying no to you

"yes sir/maam!"

always donos on your streams while speed running or playing horror games to tell you good luck

it rlly isn't a stream wo one of their donos istg

chat always asking where he is during one of said streams

editors go CRAZY with the misfits vlogs & tom simons vlogs with you two in them

the chemistry???

you react to / watch each sorry boys episode on stream when they come out

editors go crazy with your compliments to ranboo

they do too 😭😭

giggling and kicking their feet cause they're so funny to you

he's literally head over heels bruh

gives u free merch and stuff

FREDDIE BADLINU

he's usually nice/full of compliments but he's so extra with you

claims it's for the bit

lets you dye his hair

ylyl streams with him constantly LMAO

he wrote your name on his bi flag for some reason??? when you ask about it he just says "why not?" and you shrug it off

always helping you pick out clothes and shit when thrifting/shopping

always has to find a pair of sunglasses for you I swear

constantly asks his viewers to edit you guys

it's become a part of your relationship where he clearly has a crush on you but you can't tell if it's for the bit or if he's serious so you never say anything

the tom simons vlogs w you guys go hard

especially the ylyl irl with ran, tommy, charlie, james, and billzo

same with the ylyl american version w jack, tommy, james, harry, etc

editors and fanfic writers have field days with those

just straight up making out as "friends" for the bit????

even Tommy is confused and he's been supporting Freddie through the dumb shit he's been doing

supports the fanfics

he honestly reads them

if you catch him doing so he says he's just interested and he might read it on stream for funnies

QUACKITY

"accidently" sends you free merch nearly every drop

qsmp streams are never complete without you guys flirting or going on a date

basically old karlnapity but you guys on the qsmp

qsmp y/s/n streams go so hard, they're literally the best

cellbit, roier, and jaiden officiating your fake wedding

qsmp y/s/n edits and fanart went crazy

youre like "guys no fanfics or edits of y/s/n, only if hes comfortable with it, I don't want you guys to weird him out"

and hes begging people to make the fanfics, the fanart, the everything

daily tweets of "guys send me more y/s/n fanart" or "any good y/s/n fanfic recommendations??"

cellbit always replies to those tweets with some long ass dictionary ass response to fuck with you two

fitmc of all people makes you guys a little tumblr oneshot.

[banamine-bananime]

my concept of donut is like, he should be on a 1960s white america boyscouts poster but like, goofy about it. do you get what i mean.

like to me donut was basically cooked up in a lab to be a parody of the Good Ol’ Boy Back When Boys Were Real Boys who played outside all day with friends smacking each other with sticks playing space cowboys and aliens, rubbing dirt in all his cuts and knowing big boys repress all their emotions except Boisterousness, always says his yes maams and yes sirs and never questions authority (but also, y’know, boys will be boys so of course they’re up to Mischief when unsupervised, a bit of chaotic and violent rule-breaking fun is all fine and good as long as they’re respectful to authority and just accept their punishment with an “awwww, man! Shucks!” in the end).

a parody because it plays up how someone genuinely like that probably must be pretty stupid/oblivious/gullible to be so pliable to authority and follow dumb norms of “what is a nice polite young man supposed to act like” without any thought into “wait, what makes this something it’s important or nice to do? are there perhaps other things i could focus on doing that would actually be more important or nice to do? do i actually get or care what being nice and doing good is, or do i just like doing whatever i want without having to think about Ethics and then having a very easy set of rules of How To Be Nice to follow”.

and also a parody because he also is like, extremely gay, and he literally just does what he wants and acts how he wants and it’s simultaneously ^that whole Good Ol’ Boy thing and the most flamboyant stereotypically gay mannerisms and hobbies you’ve seen in your life. and he just fully lacks the interest in doing any reflection that would lead him to conclude anyone might see these as rather contradictory or subverting expectations. he’s exposed both to norms of good behaviour coming from conservative places and from progressive places and doesn’t really think about these perhaps being conflicting ethos, he just grabs this random patchwork of “hey this is something someone told me yayyyy :)”. he can enthusiastically follow the letter of many laws rooted in heteronormativity and toxic masculinity and also the letter of laws coming from Progressive Ideals but he fully does not give a shit to consider whether there might be a bigger spirit to any of those laws. dumbitchitis got him immune to internalized homophobia (no he isn’t actually. but he is quite certain that just Not Thinking About It means any negative emotions don’t exist. this is a foundational truth to donut’s understanding of the universe)

what i’m saying is donut should simultaneously give the impression of walking straight off a cheery WWI Join The Troops poster or 1960s boy scouts ad, but also of being absolutely A Pansy of the same era, but also of being the kind of modern queer who says “be gay do crime” not because they’ve given two seconds of thought to prison abolition but because they find doing crime really fun

[iftitah]

okay so 3 weeks in college has started collegeing thoda bht. i've been selected into 2 committees abhi tak, cultural + the ngo. and they're both v active so it's cool plus 15 august is coming soon. i'm drowning in projects and pprs and research work 😔😔 how can they expect a literal baby to do all that like make it sense bhai it's only been 13 days for me 😔 anyways the campus is v green and it has a lot of snakes too. mess is BAKWAS except aloo poori (my love). my steps went from 10 to more than 8000 per day in a month. like that's proper crazy. anyways some people are nice here some are mean and rude and shit and all the bad words u can think of. i DO NOT understand sociology bhai pta hi nhi kya chal rha hai mereko rona aa gya tha pehle din. seniors are v cool too they're helpful and nice except obv a few. sir maam wala culture hai plus jis din meri intro hui uske agle din someone complained so it's like proper banned now 😔 even tho it was sm fun. i got termed as the storyteller even tho i was making half the shit up just so they could think i'm good at that😭 also made us imitate trains and phatak + basic wali cheeze it was nice plus weather was good too. i have to go to mess now for dinner and i don't want to kyunki its literally like you've told a 5 yr old to cook 🙏 can't wait for sunday also i'm surviving on 5 hours of sleep 😋

im so proud of you that seems a lot honestly but it's just your very regular college life sigh there's always going to be that one person that complains instead of enjoying like damn learn some tolerance and all the things you don't understand maybe just give it some time? once stuff is done it starts coming in full circle until then enjoy the nice weather and take lots of sleep whenever you can <3

[moon7jay]

Okay okay bdhsjdjjs i have some tea to spill

So there's this guy in my class(let's name him Luke) who sits like right in front of me during exams cause he's like roll no. 34 and I'm 35 and like we have a total of 4 exams in 12th grade. And like exam no. 1 was the first time I'd noticed him- only bc he was right in front of me(i normally didn't really pay attention to the people in my class like i had absolutely no idea who was who) and i saw his face and for a millisec I'm like OOO but then i went back to panic mode cause it was the ✨math✨exam. Sooo like all thru the course of the exam we helped each other out with the answers, and like the man used to go out of his way to show me hua answer sheet if i was ever stuck and he NEVER complained if i told him to yk shift his sheet a bit so i could see. I carried loose stationary to the exam Hall cause we were only allowed to bring transparent pencil cases or none at all and i was too lazy to buy a transparent pencil case. So bc of this my pens would often slip off the table and e used to always ALWAYS pick them up even if he knew i could bend down and pick them up myself😭 and like if i ever called out to the invigilator to ask for an extra writing sheet and they didn't hear me he would always save me the embarrassment and call out to the invigilator himself and be like "maam/sir she's calling out to you" And point towards me. IF THIS ISN'T GREEN FLAG BEHAVIOR WHAT IS. and during normal days of school I'd notice that he didn't talk to a lot of people like he was the quiet one in his group. This one day i sat beside him cause there were no other seats left and the guy infront of me kept bugging me and at some point he stole my necklace and pulled my shoe off my foot and Luke(beside me) told him to cut it out and took my shoe away from the bully and gave it back to me😭 and id notice him stealing glances and like shift his seat to get closer to where I'm sitting and all of this continued on. Soo i never had a CRUSH crush on him but it was something along the lines of "i like the way he talks to people and i wanna talk to him, get to know him because he's so nice it makes me dnjejske" Like let's be serious how many men like him are really left in this world soo one day before the start of exam no. 4(the last one) i sent him a message and mind you i only sent it because i knew i was never gonna see him again after the end of exam no. 4 cause we're in grade 12 . I wouldn't have sent it otherwise because as i said these aren't FEEELINGS i have for him it's just a tiny crush. Above all i wanted him to know that he's such a great person cause why not. This is how the message went-"So, i just wanted you to know that you're such a good person, and the way you talk to people is so...polite and it's very endearing to see that someone as respectful as you exists. I don't know you, i dont know anything about you, but strangely, i have come to kind of like you, just a little bit. Even though I'm not at all sure about my feelings, i chose to tell you about it because I'll never ever see you again now, and I just wanted to give myself the closure. Again, my feelings are not serious; it's something i can't explain, but i just like talking to you somehow, even though i haven't really talked to you before. Now i know you don't like me back, so I'm so sorry if this made you uncomfortable. If you want to be friends, I respect that, and if you don't want to talk to me, then so be it. Again, thank you for being such a good human being ^_^"

Aaaaaand he left it on seen. What happened after that was basically nuts. The very next day he pretended like i didn't exist. And the days after that he's been acting completely normal- asking me for help during the exam, picking up my pens, calling out to the invigilator yada yada and I also still notice him stealing glances at me every so often.

I have a theory tho- he has a friend who is friends with a friend group i used to be in. That friend group has shit talked me(complete lies about me) to my current friend group about me. So like Luke isn't friends with my past friend group but his friend is. Maybe they told him something about me that isn't true and he told that to Luke...? I HAVE NO IDEA

But like there's this very good friend of mine whos also an xy chromosome and he offered to talk to Luke because he's also an xy chromosome. I'll update you when he does talk to him THANKS FOR READINF THIS LMFAO LOVE YOU

That's a whole lot of tea omg hshsh but I loved reading it so much like that's a whole fanfic plot right there hello???

LUKE NEEDS TO GET HIS SHIT STRAIGHT BECAUSE WHAT, personally I liked him a lot until you described how he left you on read and basically ghosted you for a day like that's 🤨, he should be able to form his own opinions by getting to know you and not by listening to what others have to say about you. like your message was so cute and he had the audacity??(I'm sorry I just hate men like that in general, not just luke😞)

BUT, I'm praying for you babes, I'm hoping he realises you're a catch and somebody smacks him upside the head to bring him back to his senses fr fr. Keep me updated tho🤓

[lifenconcepts]

one of the nuisances with having an androgynous body and face is that l'm able to pass off as both genders, which is great and all, but not all that nice when people perceive me as a woman.

Not that I rather be a man ofcourse, I hate gender overall when it comes to me, but if i were to be refered to as one or the other I must rather it be sir/him and not maam/her. Such a feminine incident happened and caused me to devastatingly despise wearing short shirts, giving me a bad sense of dysphoria although not too significant.

But I can not tell you how nice it was to wear a crop top one of those thin vest like shirts) in this heat shhdhdjsjixkdbkdb Honestly, I haven't felt the wind on my shoulders for somewhat less than a decade. It was incredible.

l'm a long sleeve or button up shirt wearer till my old man days but heat that's able to knock me out cold warm, that's when I risk it for the biscuit and wear something in my eyes deemed as "girly". Aaaaahhh

ALSO GOT COMPLIMENTED BY MY FAVOURITE CASHIER??!? Well, I say compliment, she just say hi to me as usual and we talked about the heat and she noted how I dressed for the occasion. Compliment in my eyes.

[rin-and-jade]

hey it's pop again, I already technically posted this in a comment section on a YouTube video but I just need to tell you too.

when I was little, I used to get yelled at a lot. I never did go to school, so I never did have that time away from home other kids got, I never was social. I was holed up In our house, for most of my life. still am, the only sense if actual no strings attached freedom I get is from the internet.

I am able to be who I want on here without the anger, and yelling. or the "why are you just sitting there? you could be doing anything!" or "you stupid kid, you know you can do better" or "DO BETTER" or "GET UP AND OUT DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE!" or just anything.

I just don't like the feelings, I feel so guilty about nothing! I wanna vomit and cry and scream for no reason!

I feel like anything I do is judged and if I make a slight mistake I'm ridiculed. they all still get angry about my past mistakes.

it wasn't even anything bad! everything I've done has ended up okay, no one has groomed me, no one has verbally abused me on here, they actually like what I have to say. they give me space and time to talk.

my stutter came back, I didn't realise at first. but now it's just in my head, I stutter and go over my words again and again. and I don't know why.

I've been doing the best I possibly can, I clean, I cook, I do my chores and fold the clothes, I take care of my siblings, I take care of the dog I don't want to take care of. (I love her, but we literally agreed that I wouldn't have to do any dog chores since it gives me hives and asthma and I just can't deal with it.)

I try so FUNKING HARD, and I barely get any credit for it. if I truly moved out, they would be so lost without me.

I want to move out, and see the world and just BE something. I want to DO something that's not just staying confined in my room or only going out when they go out.

I want that smidgeon of freedom, I just can't grasp. so here I am, again. on the internet the only "safe" place I know these days. I can't read a book and distract myself from my parents arguments, I don't have the space to play music without headphones, I can't watch tv or the sort because the TV is in the places where they argue.

so all I have is this, this little text. to quench my thirst of being "abused" or "mistreated" I don't even know anymore.

I love them, dearly. but I just can't spend the rest of my life stuck to them like glue, I know my siblings will be confused and sad. but I just NEED to free myself, I need to be in charge of where and when I can go.

I want to do walks, I want to aimlessly walk malls, I want to work a job or just maybe die.

it's just overwhelming, I want that freedom. and I want to go to my own home, meet people. fall in love, make something of myself. 

make mistakes I'm proud of, and funk up bad. go to THERAPY, god I just want that.

but I'm just stuck in a cycle I can't escape, maybe one day I will. and I'll cry many tears and walk my small stupid apartment, and put up posters and play online games. and talk with people I don't know, and just exist in the way I want to.

find people like me, and go to arcades and spend my pocket money on it. I wander the world, learn a language! I want to do so much and yet I'm trapped.

but one day I'll leave, one day I'll be on my own and it will be so nice.

-pop

Wanna add that never do i have the privilege to express my anger as its always fought back with more anger, like goddamnit how can you be mad and i listen when you can't accept a tinge??

Anyway, as you're independent, you'll do good living alone and working alone one day,, do all the things you want and meet anyone you want. Just remember going as a lone wolf will also have it's troubles so atleast find/have someone to trust along the way.

An absolute survivor, go slay sir/maam.

- j

[authorshen]

"Thank You For Calling...

...can I get your name and pronouns, please?" See, it's not difficult.

Being called Sir or Maam instead of what you want to be called may not seem like a big deal to a lot of people. And, it true, to the wider world it isn't a big deal, so it shouldn't be a big deal to change.

It may get you some harumphs from some geriatric stuck in ways as old as they are, but it certainly won't trigger flashbacks, anxiety attacks, therapists visits, or trips to the ER due to heart palpitations and lack of oxygen.

Being Trans, Intersex, or Non-binary (or in my case all three) can be hard. Anyone who finds that their insides don't match their outsides already goes through way too much. Society as a whole puts us through the wringer from birth. Often, we have to pretend to be someone we're not until we are adults. Sometimes it takes even longer.

If call centers asked, we could be ourselves for a while, regardless of what happens in our day to day lives. Customers deserve respect, and the one way to show respect in an 8 minute conversation is to have the goddamn decorum to call us by the correct pronouns.

I don't like to yell, and I don't like to demand, I would rather ask nicely, so here I am asking nicely; Dear customer service, can you change your script please?

[idyllic-affections]

Hiii, hehe i use anonymous because i feel kinda shy/hj

English is not my firat language so sorry for the mispronounced words or just.. Weird words that i just put together lmao😭

Btw, firstly i just want to say that i really really like your fics. It's really hard to find platonic fics here in tumblr lol. So i really appreciate this a thousand voltsヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Secondly, miss, maam, sir, mr, mx whatever your pronouns is. I personally seriously loveeee the Pantalone fics. Like- i love people with calm nature the most, as i myself couldn't stand someone being to noisy, raging, or so.. Shy? Crybaby? Idk really. It's just never fit well to me even though i can still be friends or just holding a conversation with them. So reading your Pantalone fics AND get to feel the love Pantalone, Signora (who i personally hate before), and also Arlecchino really brings my mood up. I literally binge reading all your fics lol.

That's all~

I hope you have a nice day, a nice condition, and also healthy~ (≧∇≦)/❤❤❤

awawa hi lovely, it's completely okay. you aren't the only one in my inbox to have a first language that isn't english 🫶🫶

my pronouns are they/them and it/its! my carrd is linked in my pinned post, all my information is there <3

i'm glad you enjoy my content!!! i personally am a very calm and quiet person, i can understand that very well. i've never been a bubbly person. there isn't anything wrong with being one, of course! but that has never been my personality.

i hope your day is equally as nice as mine <33

[thefandomcassandra]

Happy Trans Day of Visibility

for the longest time i didn’t want to call myself trans but fuck it, i’m trans. nonbinary is trans. i will call myself trans.

anyway, happy tdov, let’s talk about how i (a transmasc nonbinary person) was once gendered right during the time i worked a customer service job in the american south.

so i tend to slip into a heavy drawl when i’m working with certain folks and other times i have a more loose way of talking. i call folks “man” and “maam” and “sir” and “dude” depending on my mood and the tone i’m taking. usually its “dude” if i’m being casual, coz i lived in the south all my life so “sir” and “maam” are like...honorific. if you’re my friend or i’m being casual and i don’t know you too well, it’s “man” or “dude”.

anyway, the important thing to note is i was a night manager at a small gas station (store size, it’s a big name gas station company) where every night (until they finally hired people to work nights with me coz the regional manager got a little up his ass about numbers and so on, bro, the store didn’t always work right on a good day). because of the store’s size and the store’s history (long before i started working, it got held up) we kept the doors locked at night and operated through one of those window slit things. the whole front of the store was glass, i could be seen from every angle except the back and bathroom, it was kinda like working in a zoo exhibit but people were often less nice to me than they’d be to an animal. also the speaking hole is not good and you have to yell a lot to be heard properly (<- this is important)

one night, i’m helping this dude out and i get him rung up. idr exactly what he got but he was one of those cordial customers (working at night meant i could also be a little more lax in how i talked to most customers, though i had to be careful). i ring him up and thank him for being patient with me and say “have a good day man”

he responds “you too, sir”

now, my idiot ass, who can’t hear properly on the best of days when someone is next to my ear, who even when i can hear, cannot process words right all the time, didn’t understand why he was saying that. im a short, fat, big tittied person who wasn’t openly wearing like...pronoun pins or anything. just...taking being misgendered because at least my name was right (they let me put down my preferred name on my application and my nametag, so i was 1 for 2 on gender things and i’d grown used to getting one or the other irl, not both). so i got called “ma’am” and “miss” a lot and i just had to deal with the she/her. so hearing this man call me “sir” just sparked a bunch of serotonin and i just said “thanks!”

he stood there, waiting for me to get the “joke”. when i didn’t, he repeated himself. “i said ‘you too, sir’!” again, i didn’t get it, so he said “you called me ma’am?”

oh. i see... “no, i said ‘have a good day *man*’“ i emphasized the word to make sure he heard me.

“cool, you too ma’am” and he left, satisfied.

in short:

[Image ID: Two images of Hannibal Buress on a blue background with the yellow captions edited from the original. The top one says “But I was so caught up in the euphoria of being called ‘sir’”. The bottom one says “that for like a minute I lived in a world where transphobia didn’t exist.” /end ID]

[caspersscareschool]

Has anyone told you today how amazing you are and how beautiful your art is??? Because you are so amazing and your art is one of my favorites 💛

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[shiozoku]

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy (but only if you want to)! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifs (anonymously if you want). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity ♡

btw: idk whether mocha/airi already sent this to you, so you can ignore it if you get it again lol

oh lol this is easy

• teruko tawaki

• teruko tawaki

• drawing

• idols

• danganronpa deaths !!!

[rosenallies]

yes maam. daya and bosco fucking the life out of jasmine and then fucking each other and making her watch WHEN 👀👀👀👀👀👀

I’m using this old ask to post my smutty one shot bc just randomly posting it feels awkward even if it def isn't exactly what this person asked for <3 um so I apologize but here’s some smut for u all<3

Its on ao3 here as well if you prefer to read there!

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“Jasmine!” Camden yelled from their kitchen at a volume which Jasmine is sure would irritate the shit out of their neighbors.

“What? Why all the yelling?” she replied, skipping into the kitchen where her sister stood with a pile of mail in her hands.

Camden rolled her eyes and presented her with a fancy looking crimson envelope with her name neatly printed on it.

“You have mail. Weird, creepy, fancy looking mail.”

Jasmine took the envelope and turned it over in her hands. The writing on the back of the envelope so delicate and precise, whoever wrote it must have quite the steady hand.

“I genuinely have no idea who this could be from and for what. Maybe we have rich family members I don’t know about who might be sending us money?”

Camden shrugged.  “Well, even if we’re only half sisters, it’s not fair it’s only addressed to you.”

“I was always the golden child,” Jasmine joked, inching a nail underneath the lift of the envelope. Something in her didn’t even want to rip the fine red envelope even a little, so she opened it carefully as Camden watched, impatiently tapping her foot. Finally, she managed to get the damn thing open and she pulled out a thick piece of gold cardstock. In a fancy scroll, it read,  “You are cordially invited..”

Jasmine’s eyes scanned down the rest of the invitation, Camden looking over her shoulder.

“Bosco and Daya? What are they inviting you to a dinner party for? Aren’t they the couple people think are vampires or some shit?”

“That’s just a dumb rumor. Bosco and Daya are nice,” she defended, naivety one of her more prominent features.

“Woah, when did you get to first name basis with Mrs. and Mrs. Bloodsucker?”

Jasmine huffed, crossing her arms over her chest petulantly.

“I ran into them at Starbucks the other day and we talked for a while, that’s all. They’re nice.”

“But, how’d they get our address?”

“You know how it was raining the other day? And how you totaled my car last month so I’ve been stuck walking everywhere? Well, they saw me walking and they offered me a ride home, that’s all.”

“Alright then, so, are you going to this dinner party?”

“Of course I’ll go, it was nice of them to invite me and it’ll give me an excuse to wear that nice red dress I splurged on,” Jasmine retorted.

                                                                   ~~

Saturday night rolled around and Jasmine took her time getting ready. She wore her fancy red dress and painted her lips to match,

She’d ordered a black car Uber for the ride there just to feel fancy, even though she wouldn’t feel it tomorrow when she realized how much money she’d spent on one car ride. When she climbed in the back seat of the SUV the driver nods at her but sucks in a breath as he checks the address where he’s headed.

“You sure you wanna head there, Miss? Haven’t heard much good about the place.”

“What do you mean, Sir?”

“Just heard some creepy stuff about the ladies who bought it is all,” he said.

Jasmine sucked in a breath.  What was with everyone and their superstitions about them anyway? They’d been perfectly nice to her that day she ran into them and in no way were they obligated to give her a ride, but they did; out of the goodness of their own hearts.

“I think I’ll be fine, Sir,” she assured.

“Whatever you say, Miss.”

Jasmine watched as the houses progressively got nicer and nicer the closer she got to the estate. By the time she was less than a mile away, she couldn't help but gape at the sheer size of the houses she was passing. Her mind wandered and she couldn't help but wonder what the two were doing on her side of town the other day. Surely, there were much nicer coffee shops in their area, so what made them trek all the way over there to go to a Starbucks frequented by broke college students and broke adults, like herself? Her train of thought was interrupted when the driver came to a complete stop outside one of the most gorgeous houses she’d ever seen. She thanked the driver as she got out, and watched for a moment as he drove off the property faster than should be legal.

“Deep breath,” she repeated to herself as she walked up the door and rang the doorbell. The doorbell echoes through the house in a pleasing tune and not even a full moment after she rang the bell, Daya, opened the door, her wife trailing close behind, Jasmine absolutely enamored by both of them. Daya wore a silk burgundy gown that caught the light when she moved and Bosco wore a pantsuit in the same color. Suddenly, Jasmine felt underdressed, even though the red dress she wore was definitely the most expensive thing in her wardrobe.

“Welcome, Jasmine,” Daya said, flashing her a perfect white smile.

“Yes, welcome,” Bosco repeated, extending a hand for Jasmine to take. She gingerly placed her hand in Bosco’s, cheeks flushed when she delicately kissed the top of her hand.

“Why don’t you come in, darling?” Daya said, moving to the side in sync with her wife. Jasmine followed their lead as they floated further into the house and down the corridor. The interior reminded Jasmine of something in an old scary movie, crimson and black accents everywhere and the most intricate architecture winding up the walls and the pillars that stood in the entryway to the kitchen. Despite the horrible movie vibes, Jasmine felt at ease in the presence of the other two women. The kitchen was just as grand as the foyer, but was completely devoid of any other guests. It was completely empty besides the three of them when Jasmine had expected the place to be buzzing with light music and mingling guests.

“Am I early or something?” she asked anxiously, wringing her hands in front of her.

Daya threw her head back in laughter like Jasmine had said the funniest thing she’d heard all day.

“No, you’re not early, darling. It’s just going to be us tonight if that’s okay with you?”

Jasmine’s throat suddenly felt dry as she nodded.

“Oh, um- of course, that’s okay. But, why?”

She pondered to herself why if had only wanted to invite her to dinner, why go through the trouble of sending a fancy invite in the mail. Why not just ask?

“We just enjoyed your company the other day, very much so,” Bosco said, glancing at her wife, “isn’t that right, darling?”

“We enjoyed your company. Very much,” Daya repeated, trailing a finger down Jasmine’s exposed arm. Jasmine gasped at how cold her touch was.

“Dinner is already on the table, shall we?” Daya said, gesturing toward the grand dining room.

She followed them into the dining room and almost started salivating at the smell.

“God, that smells delicious,” Jasmine complimented, inhaling the intoxicating scent around her.

Bosco smiled, “glad you think so, dear.”

A blush crept up on Jasmine cheeks as Bosco pulled a chair out for her and guided her into the plush seat. It’s then when she noticed how cold Bosco’s hands were too, but all is forgotten when an elegant plate is placed in front of her. Bosco and Daya took their seats on either side of her, their eyes barely leaving each other’s gaze.

“Let’s toast before our meal,” Daya suggested, raising a glass of red wine. Jasmine and Bosco follow suit, clinking their glasses together.

“To new friends!” Bosco toasts.

The three of them sip at the same time, even though Jasmine seemed to be the only one affected by the taste. She fought off a displeased expression as she swallowed the dry and bitter liquid. Daya side-eyed her for a moment before smiling warmly.

“Would you like something else, dear? Maybe some Moscato? Something a little sweeter for a sweet thing like you.”

Jasmine felt her cheeks warm once again but nodded in appreciation at the offer of a dessert wine.

“Please,” she asked as politely as possible, even if she almost spit up red wine all over the table. With a snap of her fingers, a butler came beckoning to Daya’s call.

“Please fetch our guest some Moscato from the wine cellar,” she said to him.

With a curt nod, he turned away and came back only moments later with a chilled bottle of Moscato and a fresh glass. He placed the glass on the table and silently filled it, leaving the bottle on the table before turning  away and disappearing out of the dining room. Jasmine sipped the sweeter wine as the other two women gaze upon her, smiling when she nodded in approval.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” Bosco said, picking up her fork and knife.

Daya did the same and Jasmine followed suit.

“Oh my god, this is fucking delicious,” Jasmine said after swallowing a mouthful of filet mignon.

Daya chuckled, “thank you, I spent all day on it.”

“You cooked this yourself?”

“Yes, I used to be a cook of sorts a long time ago,” she answered plainly.

Jasmine considered asking her about it; she had a hard time picturing either of them ever lifting a finger in the kitchen, but she decided against prying and continued to eat.

The rest of dinner went by smoothly, with Jasmine finishing everything on her plate while Bosco and Daya barely picked at theirs. Instead, they spent the entire meal glancing at each other knowingly, sipping from their wine glasses, and complimenting Jasmine. Jasmine’s cheeks felt like they were on fire when Daya called her baby for the third time since dinner started.

“Why are you guys being so nice to me?” she wondered aloud as the butler from earlier silently collected their plates.  

“How could we not be nice to you? You’re such a sweet little thing, isn’t that right Bosco?” Daya purred, her icy fingertips tracing patterns on the back of Jasmine’s hand from where it rested on the table. Suddenly, Bosco stood from the table and stepped closer to Jasmine. She pressed her cold lips to Jasmine’s cheekbone. Jasmine froze, both Bosco and Daya had their hands somewhere on her and it felt overwhelming but in the best way, an unbridled feeling of desire for the two women coursing through her.

“Um- it’s getting kinda late I should probably be getting going,” she squeaked making Daya tut disapprovingly.

“Nonsense, it’s entirely too late and dark to let a pretty little thing like you go out alone. Could be dangerous, you never know what kind of creatures lurk in the night.”

“That’s right, baby. You could stay here tonight,” Bosco suggested.

Unsure of why, Jasmine found herself nodding yes.

“Well, I guess that’s settled then,” Daya declared, “Shall we show her upstairs, darling?”.

“Lets,” Bosco agreed, extending a hand for Jasmine to take. Jasmine followed them up the elegant spiral staircase, her breathing and the clacking of everyone’s heels against the marble floor ringing in her ears.

“It’s beautiful up here,” Jasmine said, in awe of the gothic architecture that followed them upstairs.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Bosco replied with a gentle smile, “should we show you to the bedroom, hmm?”

Bosco didn’t even suggest anything out of the ordinary but Jasmine still felt a hot pang of arousal curl in her abdomen.

“Okay,” she squeaked out.

She let the two older women lead her to a doorway with black double-doors. Bosco pushed the door open and Jasmine’s breath left her body in a gust. Keeping the same theme of the house, the bedroom was painted a dark maroon, the furniture a deep inky black. Even with the lights turned on, the room still seemed dark, invitingly so.

“Is this a guest room?” Jasmine asked, feigning innocence.

Daya smirked, shaking her head. .

“No, this is our bedroom,” she said, stepping closer to Jasmine. She moved Jasmine’s hair from her shoulder so she could whisper in her ear.

“Would you like to stay here with us, Jasmine?”

Her body froze, unsure of what to say, so she looked to Bosco for a cue.

“We’d love it if you stayed here, darling,” she confirmed.

Daya hummed and placed a gentle kiss on her neck, Jasmine keening into her touch.

“Okay,” she breathed.

“Now that that’s all settled, what do you say we have a little bit of fun, hmm?” Daya whispered lowly, her lips still close to Jasmine’s ear. Jasmine couldn’t take it anymore once Bosco slipped their arms around her waist, she felt like she was being set on fire from the inside out as both women let their hands roam over her body.

“Please,” she pleaded softly.

Suddenly, both Bosco and Daya gott a predatory gleam in their eyes as they looked her up and down like she was something to eat. They pulled her down to sit on the edge of the bed and let their hands travel over every inch of exposed skin on Jasmine’s body.

“You want us to play with you, pretty girl? Hmm? Make you feel real nice?” Bosco said breathlessly against her cheek.

Jasmine found herself nodding eagerly.

“Tell us what you want, doll,” Daya purred, sweetly and seductively.

“Touch me, please,” Jasmine panted, already breathless.

“Daya, darling, why don’t you go pick something from the closet?” Bosco suggested, making Jasmine’s whole body hum with electric desire for the two women in front of her. Daya peeled herself away from Jasmine, almost reluctantly, and disappeared into the walk-in closet to their right. When Daya was out of eyesight Bosco turned her attention to Jasmine, whose whole body was vibrating with need.

“You seem a little hot, baby. How ‘bout we get this off you, huh?” Bosco said, moving her fingers underneath the thin strap of Jasmine’s dress.

“Please, oh god, please,” Jasmine whined, more desperate than she’d ever heard herself.

As soon as the words left her mouth Daya came back and oh god, she was fucking stark naked, save for the harness strapped around her hips and the sizeable dildo standing proudly in between her legs. Daya’s body seemed almost inhuman , the way that her body looked as if it were carved from the finest porcelain. She could just stare at her forever, at least until she found herself distracted by Bosco’s cold fingertips ghosting along the seam of her dress that laid flat against her chest.

“C ‘mere,” Bosco said, pulling her by the hand to straddle her lap.

She hiked Jasmine’s tight dress up around her hips, the thin fabric of the dress doing nothing to protect her from Bosco’s cold fingers wrapped around her waist. Suddenly, Bosco’s lips were on hers, kissing her effervescently. Their lips didn’t move perfectly in sync, but passionate and lustful all the while. They gripped Jasmine’s hips tighter and tighter as they kissed,hard enough to leave red marks and possibly bruises. Then, her hands slipped up Jasmine’s back, gripping onto her dress and effortlessly tearing it from Jasmine’s body, ripping it right down the back of it. Jasmine gasped and instead of being angry at the ruined dress she found herself moaning and relishing in the feeling of Bosco’s hands running up and down her bare back. All she could focus on was Bosco’s touch until Daya pulled her out of Bosco’s lap and flush against her own bare chest. She yanked off what was left of Jasmine’s red dress before moving inwards to whisper in her ear.

“Can’t let her have all the fun, now, can I?” Daya purred, pulling her even closer, skin against skin.

Jasmine could feel the hardness of the silicone cock sandwiched in between their stomachs and she shudders at the feeling. Daya gently stroked her shoulder before moving her hair out of the way to lick and suck on her neck. She bit punitively at the pressure point on Jasmine’s neck when she began to squirm.

“Such a needy little thing, huh? So eager , so impatient.”

“Please,” Jasmine groaned.

All of a sudden, Bosco stood behind her, pressing her now naked body into Jasmine’s backside. Jasmine lost herself in the feeling of their hands roaming her body, letting them discover what made her whine and moan.

“I suppose we shouldn’t leave her waiting, now should we?” Bosco mused, Daya humming in agreement.

Before Jasmine knew what hit her, she was picked up swiftly off the ground and tossed unceremoniously onto the bed. Her head and shoulders resting against Bosco’s legs while Daya hovered above her, the lubed up head of the dildo teasing at Jasmine’s entrance. Her hips twitched with anticipation as Daya moved the toy up and down her slit, torturously slow. Bosco gently stroked her hair and whispered into Jasmine's ear, filthy things that made Jasmine’s stomach flip and her cheeks burn. She could feel Bosco getting hard against her back as she spoke, the filth she purred into Jasmine’s ear getting to her as well.

“You ready, baby girl?” Bosco said, glancing at Daya hovering over Jasmine then back at Jasmine.

“Yes, please, fuck me, please,” Jasmine cried out loud, skin buzzing with need.

Daya slowly pushed inside her, listening to the sounds that left Jasmine’s mouth as cues. She was met with no resistance, only Jasmine whines of pleasures and her blissed out expression, as Daya pushed herself deeper inside Jasmine until they were flush against each other, skin to skin. The moans that rip from deep within Jasmine are sinful.

“You like that, don’t you, angel?” Bosco purred into her ear, her hand finding Jasmine’s tit and rolling a nipple in between her fingers.

“Feels so good, please more, please,” Jasmine pleaded to neither of them in particular, she needed more in every sense of the word; she needed to be completely engulfed in the feelings both Daya and Bosco gave to her.

Daya wasted no time before she was bottoming out and pumping back into Jasmine with a quick snap of her hips. She quickly found a rhythm, pounding into Jasmine with vigor. Each time she pushed back in, she hit Jasmine’s sweet spot with a force that left Jasmine breathlessly begging. Between Bosco whispering filthy things into her ear and Daya fucking her relentlessly Jasmine can feel herself teetering dangerously close to the edge.

“ Fuck, I’m so close,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse already.

“You can hold out a bit, darling,” Daya whispered effortlessly.

For a moment, Jasmine wondered to herself how she managed to not be out of breath despite the vigorous pace Daya thrusted her hips. But all coherent thoughts are thrown out the window when Bosco pushed two fingers into her mouth.

“Suck,” she demanded, cooing when Jasmine did as she was told.

She swirled her tongue around Bosco’s digits, coating them in spit and gagging slightly. Then, Bosco pulled her fingers out and attached them to her clit, clouding Jasmine’s vision with white spots as Bosco rubbed her in tight, fast circles.

“ Oh my god, fuck. Need to come so bad, please, please,” she begged.

Bosco and Daya shared a look and a short nod.

“Go ahead, come for us, darling,” Daya coaxed, still never showing any sign of being out of breath or slowing down.

“That’s it, let it out, dirty little princess, ” Bosco whispered.

Jasmine didn’t need to be told again before she let go of all her inhibitions and let her orgasm come crashing over her. She whined high in her throat, seeing stars as neither Daya nor Bosco let up their ministrations, fucking her through each and every aftershock and meeting every jerky movement of her hips. Jasmine’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as Daya and Bosco fucked her through another orgasm, and then another, pulling more orgasms out of her in less than an hour than she’d had in weeks on her own or with the shitty men and women she took home from bars. She whined with sensitivity, squirming away from every touch when they finally started to let up.

Bosco was the first one to stop, pulling her fingers away and wiping them on the duvet. Daya soon followed and pulled out, making Jasmine clench around nothing. Daya abandoned the harness on the floor and slotted herself next to Jasmine and her wife.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Daya asked gently, pushing Jasmine’s hair away from her face.

“Mhmm, yeah, that was...wow."

Daya pulled her in for a warm kiss and smoothed out her hair. Jasmine yawned sleepily and cuddled further into the embrace of the two women. They stay that way for a while, breathing in each other before Jasmine spoke up.

“Just out of curiosity, do you guys know about the rumors people spread about you?”

Bosco glanced at Daya and cracked a smile, the two seeming to share a non-verbal conversation.

“Rumors, huh?” Daya said, nonchalantly.

“You guys haven’t heard? People think you guys are-,”

“Vampires, we know,” Bosco replied. Daya chuckled quietly.

“It’s just funny that some people think they’re just rumors.”

“Wait, you guys really are…?”

“Are you scared, Jas?” Bosco whispered. Jasmine breathed in and out for a moment, carefully considering her options.

“No,” she answered finally.

Daya leaned down to leave a biting kiss on the base of Jasmine’s neck then laughed darkly as she came up.

“Well, maybe you should be.”

Bosco hummed in agreement, pressing herself against Jasmine and kissing her softly. Despite having just come three times, Jasmine’s stomach flips feeling Bosco’s hard on pressed against her thigh.

“Yeah, maybe you should be, because we definitely aren’t done with you for tonight. And who knows, maybe the rumors are true and we’ll keep you here forever, how does that sound? You can be our sweet little plaything. Forever.”

Jasmine gasped, swearing to herself up and down that she saw a flash of sharp fangs from behind Bosco’s red lips, but she figured it was a figment of her imagination as they had disappeared just as quickly as they appeared. She swallowed thickly, briefly wondering how she could escape, but there was a large part of her that didn’t want to escape at all.

“Forever seems like a long time,” she croaked, heart beating out of her chest.

Daya laughed, sliding her hand across Jasmine’s stomach. “That’s the best part, baby.”

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