#admin: dave

[forthedancingandthethriving]

You know, the Council probably can't strike CPU from Adminspace's own records like they can everyone else's, given that Dave

1: Would Definitely notice what they're up to with how obsessive he can be over keeping the Archives accurate

2: Is one of Adminspace's founders (and by Right of Conquest no less) and thus probably has special Authorizations that are inherent to the Server as a computer program and thus supersede any sort of company policies

3: Between being a former search algorithm, being way older and more experienced than any of them, and being part of the team that took out WORM at the height of his power, most likely none of them can beat him in a fight if it ever comes to that

Oho, yeah, that's true!! It probably would be impossible for them to. They'd maybe try once before remembering about all of the above, and deciding not to push their luck. They want results, but they're not going to tattle on themselves.

[slavhew]

two guys enter a closet

[daisymyname]

WHOLE DAMN FANDOM

My guy aways suffer.

Totally not fandom t0rturing him ToT

[incorrect-fnafquotes]

~Fluffles

[pinkbat5]

coworker got his broca's area scrambled beyond recognition

[political-us]

[slutstaine-ficnsmut]

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Destiny

Davina (Dave) Mustaine ／Female Reader

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Requested by: Anonymous (Instagram) 

Word count: 6,244

Genre: NSFW, Explicit, AU, Fanfiction, Smut, Porn with plot 

ALSO ON WATTPAD & AO3

A/N: Hi guys~ Hillary here :3 Very excited to share my debut work of fanfic with yall! It’s safe to say that I don’t have much experience as a writer, as this is my only second fanfic and the first to be written in English, so hopefully this is good enough for a new writer’s debut xD. This work is particularly inspired by @daven.ue ‘s amazing femstaine post on Instagram, and I am very honored to have made this collab happen with them! Make sure you check out my inspo/reference board to see the brilliant video they made on your way scrolling, with link to the original post, along with other great inspos like the beautiful sketch by @hotdogcliff (also on Instagram)!! <3  ps. take a look at my intro post – about my writing, if you are confused & don’t know what to do with the soundtrack, since this is my first time doing it ;) 

Soundtrack:  ♬ ၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။•  

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Warnings: explicit language, graphic sex, sex-change (mtf), Dave being a female exotic dancer, lesbian, reader being the top, exotic dancing & strip club mentioned, smoking mentioned, oral sex (mtf receiving), fingering (mtf receiving) 

[I’ll mark where the soundtrack starts and ends with * (play along recommended) & smut with **]

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐/𝑅𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠

　　𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅/𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠

꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦

Music, drinks, dances and laughter...  

You have been a regular at Fallen Angels, a high-end gentlemen’s club in downtown Hollywood, for months now - You’d come down to the club every weekend, sometimes during weekdays too.  

The vibe in here is really good; the drinks are even better, but they’re not what attracts you here, the most.  

It’s a person, someone that you’ve been paying close attention to - A woman, among all the dancers, and her name is Destiny - Their best and most popular girl in the house.  

You’ve noticed that Destiny has quite a number of male admirers, sending her flowers after flowers, gifts after gifts - And some of the generous ones wouldn't hesitate to give her big tips that would make other girls seriously envious.  

Yet, she always keeps her distance from them.  

Although she always responds and thanks the gifters personally, and often drinks and has small talks with the big-hearted gentlemen, perhaps giving them a kiss or two on the cheeks as thank-yous that would send them straight to paradise - She never accepts their offers to spend a night with her, regardless of the price, and never allows excessive physical touches even during private dances.  

They respect her boundaries of course, though some interpret it as if she's just playing hard to get (sour grapes, duh) - You might have a bit of an idea why she never gets too intimate with them, and you're hoping that you're right...   

As for YOUR relationship with her...  

Well, let’s just say that you’re one of the generous ones though you never actually brought her flowers or anything, knowing she already has more than enough of whatever you would get her - So often, she would come up and chat with you whenever she could.  

Plus, as a woman in a gentlemen’s club who comes by herself, you’re much like an Amur leopard in here – rare, almost like a breath of fresh air from the countryside to her amidst this turbid city.  

She enjoys your company, pretty lot.  

You’re different from the others, and she can tell.  

Not only are you kind and generous, but very easy to get along with; You don’t lust over her, and you’re not obsessed with her like some of the others are; You’re always respectful, admiring her from afar, and she appreciates that.  

More importantly, you understand her. 

To the majority of males in here, she’s only an entertainment: Something pretty and carnal for them to look at and drool over, to amuse them, something that they pay for, although there are men here who understand what she does at the same level as you do - She’s a performer, an artist, and she IS the art.  

She’s capable of achieving more, and you know that. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ 

It's Friday, and you just got off work.  

You love working as a fashion stylist for the magazine, and you enjoy the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction you get whenever you see you and your team’s work in the latest issue - But undeniably, it's a creative challenge working this job, so often you would take inspiration from Destiny. 

She’s kinda like your muse, though you never told her. 

Walking out of the office, you catch your fellow coworkers who you’re friends with... 

“Hey Y/N! How’s it going?” One of them speaks up as you all walk towards and wait for the elevator.  

It’s Tim from sales.   

“Heyy~ Everything’s great! Thanks. Was just preparing an outfit for one of the photoshoots next week. What about you guys? Got any plans lately? It’s been forever since we last hung out!” You respond with a smile, small talk and catching up with them.   

“Actually we were just talking about going out for dinner tomorrow after work. You want’ join?” That’s Pam from art direct.   

“Yeah. Some of our friends from the show business are coming too. You remember Sam and his partner Phil, right? The guys from the management agency we worked with last time? Heard they’re looking for new faces to put up some adult shows or whatever, in Vegas.” Tim adds.  

“Really? That’s interesting.” You muse as the elevator arrives, and you step in with the others.  

“Yeah, I’m down.” You pause,  

“In fact, I think I know somebody who they might be interested in...” 

You thought of Destiny. Sounds like it could be an opportunity for her if she’s who they’re looking for, but you’re clear that you don’t know her that well and that you’re not close to her personally – Hell, you don’t even know the woman’s real name, so of course you don’t want to overstep.  

“But why not? Won’t hurt asking.” You think to yourself... 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ 

Soon enough, it’s Saturday evening, and you’ve told Sam and Phil about Destiny during dinner, even convinced them to join you on your way to the club and check her out. 

“Let’s see what the big fuss's about~” Sam said with a chuckle before stepping into the club with you and Phil.  

You lead the way and walk further into the club, recognizing faces along the way, saying a few “Hi”s, before stopping at the sight of a familiar figure... 

“There she is.” You say, as the two follow your gaze towards the stage where a redheaded woman is standing, facing her back towards the audience under the dimmed stage light.  

“That’s our girl Destiny.” 

The three of you got here just in time to catch her starting her performance - And luckily, you still managed to find a good enough spot though the seats were almost full.*  

The DJ starts playing, and as the soft and sexy melody comes out through the speakers, she turns around and starts moving her body slowly and gracefully around the pole - Whistles and cheers coming in from all directions in the audience, before she gets on the pole and starts doing what she’s best at.  

Her fiery red curls aglow, flowing freely in the air as she spins; The rhinestones scattered on her black lingerie are almost like stars in the deep night sky, sparkling under the gentle and warm stage light that contours her body perfectly; The shadow emphasizes her slightly toned body with softly muscular arms and strong legs, while the smooth, luxurious light brightens her defining facial features, her full lips and flawless jawline; The heels silently displayed the subtle sense of power within that woman.  

She looks stunning, as always... 

She catches your gaze, noticing how you have brought yourself some company, unlike usual.  

She throws a small smile at you as she continues focusing on her performance, almost a smug one which didn't go unnoticed by you. And later, Destiny was joined by other dancers as the show went on, and they started dancing in a group - A beautiful and tantalizing picture to look at.  

However, Destiny seems to be really keen on you tonight for some reason... 

You take a sip of your gin, trying to dismiss it as something casual.  

It's no biggie that she’s keeping eye contact with the audience, and she’s probably just intrigued by the fact that you have some friends here with you tonight – You can’t deny that her continuously sultry gaze, combining with her seductive and sensual movements does make you a little hot and bothered.  

You couldn't take your eyes off her, almost in a state of hypnotized...   

The way her hips sway, the thin layer of sweat covering her stomach, the way her back arches as she gets on the floor...  

You couldn’t ignore how these little things made you heat up in a way that they never did... 

“I really like her energy and the way she carries herself on stage,” Phil says.   

You snap out of it, realizing just how fixated you were on her, feeling oddly embarrassed.   

“Yeah. No wonder she’s so popular. She knows how to stand out from other girls who, I would say, are equally beautiful and talented as her.” Sam adds.  

“You’re right Y/N. Our boss would definitely want to sign her.”   

“Hm- Yeah... She’s got the spirit...” Clearing your throat, you agreed, your voice a bit hoarse...* 

By the end of the performance, you of course had already tipped the dancers.  

You put down your drink. “You know what I really need right now?” Getting up from your seat, you say,  

“A big, big glass of ice water.”   

Sam and Phil responded with chuckles before you excused yourself to the bar, where you’d order the drink to help cool yourself down a little... 

“Just a glass of iced water - tap, please.” You said to the bartender, before hearing a friendly and casual voice approach you.   

“Glass of water? What, you’re not drinking tonight?” She teases, letting out a low chuckle.  

Your heart mildly skipped a beat upon recognizing the owner of the voice.   

“Think I might’ve had enough tonight, actually.” You respond, turning around slowly to meet Destiny’s eyes, a soft, charming smile on your face.  

“Hey.”  

“Hey.” She greets you back, a somewhat flirtatious smile on her lips, mirroring yours.   

She has always been a little flirty with you, though you never thought much about it, assuming it was just part of her job or perhaps her personality - It always feels like there’s something more to it...  

“You look fabulous.” You complimented as you took a good glance at her.  

She had already put on a white, silky and loose button-down shirt for a little more coverage, waiting until her next dance.  

Unable to ignore those beautiful and bare legs of hers that are still on display, despite your efforts not to stare too much - Especially with the slightly transparent fabric of her lingerie and the garter belt she's wearing, the side slits of the shirt loomingly showing a dangerous amount of her hips, making you itch... 

“Thanks.” She says, flashing you a lively and mesmerizing smile.  

“See you brought some friends here with you tonight. What a surprise~” She gestured towards Sam and Phil, before leaning in sideways against the bar, standing right next to you.  

“Yeah...” You respond with a slight chuckle, “Those are my friends from the show business...” 

“And they’re here for you actually.” You added.   

“Oh?” She said, her interest peaking. “Guess somebody told them about me~”    

“I did. I told them about you not only because I, well... admire you,” Lowering your head for a brief second out of bashfulness, you admit,  

“But because I know that they’re looking for new faces for shows in Vegas.”    

“Vegas?” Destiny’s eyes lit up subtly when she heard the name of the infamous Sin City, seemingly a bit taken aback by the information.   

After a quick moment of collecting your words, you continued.   

“You see... I don’t want to overstep or anything of course, and I hope I don’t come across as rude – But to me, it really sounds like an opportunity for you because I always think that you're more than capable of achieving more, though I have no idea if this is something that you’d want... Going to Vegas and all...” You say sincerely.  

“I see real talent and artistry in you, Destiny, and obviously they see it too.”    

She looks at you, now realized what you're getting at. 

“Whoa... I- I’m flattered-” She responds with a slight chuckle, a nervous habit.  

She seems quite surprised, maybe a bit flustered, but happy. “I don’t know what to say.”     

“I understand, and I really hope this is not too abrupt for you or anything – but... I think they’re thinking about bringing more people from the agency in here next week to see you perform.” You pause,  

“They’re really interested in you.”    

Upon hearing that, she looked over at the two’s direction again, and they caught sight of her this time, waving politely, and she waved back with a small smile.   

“Maybe you should go talk to them... If only you’re interested of course... I’m not trying to pressure you into anything, you know. I’m just-” 

You wanted to say more, to make it sound less like you don’t know your place and that you’re trying to make her decisions for her, but your words are cut off when she places her hand on yours, resting on the bar - 

“Thank you.” She says simply, the look of appreciation and the sparkle of hope in her eyes telling you more than she can ever express with words...  

It’s a look of happiness that you rarely get to see on her.     

“You’re welcome...” You quiet down, and responded softly, staring into her hazel eyes as she stares back.  

She looks utterly beautiful at this moment, if it were even possible to be prettier than she already is.  

The air between you almost palpable as it thickens. And for a moment, you thought you two were going to kiss - That was before she breaks away with a smile and excused herself to go talk to the guys instead. 

“Damn it-!” You muttered fiercely under your breath... 

“Here’s your iced water, Miss.” The bartender, who was just busy making drinks for other customers, says.  

You just grabbed the glass and finished it in one swig.   

“Thanks.” 

You let out a deep sigh as you put down the glass, thinking about the moment you just had with Destiny -  

That was DEFINITELY something... 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ 

Hours passed; Bustling, the night flies by - It’s almost 4, and the club’s closing.  

You ended up staying a bit longer than Sam and Phil, having a couple more drinks over at the bar, and right now you’re just standing outside of the club, smoking, lost in thought, before lighting another of your Marlboro gold.  

You have quit smoking for almost 2 weeks now, but they just look so delicious to you right now, and you couldn’t resist – Especially not with your drunk inhibition...   

You’d smoke enough cigarettes to see the dancers leaving the club, saying goodbyes to each other, and you catch that one person you’ve been thinking of since earlier.  

You hesitated and struggled for a bit, but finally decided to call out to her...   

“Hey Destiny...” You call out softly, just loud enough for her to hear you in the now quiet street.   

“Davina.” She says, turning around.  

“?” You’re a little taken aback, confused.  

“You can call me Davina. That’s my real name.” She says with an adorable smirk - This is the first time she told anyone from the club her actual name except her coworkers.   

“Sure... Davina...” You repeat the name in your slightly husked voice from the cigarettes, feeling a subtle jolt of excitement at knowing her real name for the first time in months, and the sensation of it rolling off your tongue.   

“You smoke an awful lot. You know that right?” She walks over, and says almost teasingly with a somewhat amused smile, glancing down at the cigarette butts around you.  

She had changed back into a normal t-shirt and denim shorts outfit, already taken off her makeup - She looks just as beautiful without it.  

“Yeah, I know... I’ve been off cigarettes for a week now, maybe two. But old habits - If you know what I mean.” You say, taking a drag, a tat of resignation in your tone.  

She didn’t say anything for a moment, just watching you smoke your cigarette.   

“By the way -” She speaks up again, “Didn't know you cared about me this much.” She pauses, intrigued.

“Enough to recommend me to someone and have them offer job opportunity.”  

She looks at you intently, as if she’s trying to read you.   

“Like I said – I really admire you. As a performer, an artist, and as a woman.” You exhale the smoke, before responding.  

Looking back at her, unable to tell what she’s thinking, nor how she feels about these words that escaped you in your intoxicated state.  

A sense of warmth tugged at her chest when she heard that you admire her as a woman, too - She takes a few steps towards you, closing the distance.  

“Is that really all you have to say? That you admire me?”   

“I...” You were just trying to process the meaning of what she’d just said, before your eyes widen upon realizing how close she’s standing in front of you, before she leans in even further, invading your personal space.  

You froze, heart racing, your breath caught in your throat as you stared at her in mild bewilderment - With her back to the streetlights, the soft shadow on her face made her expression even more difficult to read.  

She stares back, her eyes boring into yours as if she's trying to pierce through the depths of your soul, seemingly deep in thought...  

You’re not sure how to act, or whether you should say something to break this strange tension and silence, until an almost undetectable smirk flashes across her face... 

She takes the cigarette from between your fingers, before gently bringing it to her lips, covering your lipstick stain on the white tipping paper as she takes a drag from your cigarette.  

Your brain almost short-circuited at that as you looked at her, in awe and amazement, but it only got worse when she exhaled, blowing a cloud of smoke right in your face - She's such a stunner, knowing just how to push all your buttons.  

It wasn’t a respectful gesture – In fact it was somewhat offensive, mildly aggressive even, like a provocation, yet you're utterly turned on by that... 

Maybe it’s the alcohol, or perhaps it’s just something that deep down you've always wanted to do - You find yourself being drawn to her like a magnet, yearning to be close to her, to hold her, and kiss her senselessly.  

You lean in slightly, eyes drunk and faintly unfocused, glazed with affection and desire.  

The smell of liquor and burnt tobacco in your breath hitting her nostrils, yet she didn't flinch, not even a bit. 

Instead, she responded.  

Seeing the mix of emotions in your eyes that makes her heart boil - She leans in as well, slowly, until her lips meet yours halfway in a gentle and tentative kiss, as if you’re testing the water.  

The two of you pull away gently after a brief contact, and you almost couldn’t believe it.  

You can’t believe the fact that you just kissed her, and she responded - It's all too unreal, all too good to be true. 

“Davina...” You whisper her name, feeling her breath warm on your skin.  

Without second thoughts, you lean in and kiss her again, placing a hand on the small of her back, another on her waist, pulling her close - You’re no longer hesitant to let go of all the pent-up emotions and feelings you have deep inside you, so deep that you never even realized until this moment of vulnerability.  

She responds immediately, dropping the cigarette in her hand before going up to cup your face, kissing you back with the same passion as she deepens it with her hand on your nape.  

Lips part and meet, again and again.  

The kiss tastes heavy - Heavy from the cigarettes, heavy from affection, and heavy from lust.  

The sweet scent of her perfume and her presence filled all your senses as you tangle your fingers in her silky red curls, making it impossible for you to think or pull away, to keep yourself from melting into her - Unable to resist her, only wanting more of her... 

Breaking away scarcely, both panting, gasping for air – You look into each other's eyes, seeing how the mix of emotions mirrors in one another’s, your feelings are beyond words.  

You look down at her glistening lips, coated with a layer of both of your saliva, swollen, and stained with your lipstick - It's a chaotic sense of beauty and arousal, before a suggestive and amorous smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she asks in a low and somewhat breathless whisper.  

“Wanna go back to my place?”   

・・・・・・・・・・୨ৎ・・・・・・・・・・

Nippily going back to Davina’s place – It's a nice, medium apartment not far away from Fallen Angels.   

Walking inside, you take a quick but mindful scan over the living room, taking in all the little details of the interior as Davina closes the door behind.  

You turn to glance at her, your body buzzing and restless from the alcohol in your system and her presence, still a little lightheaded and fuzzy from earlier, but mostly you're just nervous.  

You speak up, breaking the lull while trying to articulate and not fidget around too much, or ruin this by saying the wrong thing.   

“Ni- Nice little place you’ve got here... Not as in small of course... It’s really-” 

“God, just shut up and kiss me already.” She grumbles.** 

And without warning, she grabs you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you in for a kiss, one that’s just as fervent as before, if not more. 

You’re slightly caught off guard by her blunt and direct move, as well as her proactiveness, and almost lose your balance, but you reciprocate anyway, holding her as you savor the taste of her soft lips - Her hands on your neck and in your hair keep you driven, aching for her.  

It’s nothing real intense or drastic, yet still manages to make you lose your mind just like that.  

Without a word, she starts moving and guiding you further into her apartment, before the two of you take off your shoes, throwing your jackets and belongings on the couch - Your hand in hers as she takes it and leads you to the bedroom.     

As soon as you shut the door behind you, she pounces on you and pins you up on the door, your back hitting the surface with a small thud before you let out a muffled moan against her lips as she press them against yours in a fierce kiss, not giving you the time to process at all.  

You wrap your arms around her waist, hands eagerly roaming over her body, exploring every inch of her curves as she does the same, your skin tingling under her gentle touches.  

“Want some music?”  

“Was that not enough music (in the club)?” You ask in a slightly hushed tone.  

“There’s never too much.” She responds with a small, mischievous beam before leaving your arms, making the air around you feel cold and devoid of a sudden.  

She then walks over to the stereo player in her room, and puts on a mix of slow and quiet instrumental jazz tunes at a low volume to set the mood - Just audible enough to fill the silence and not enough to cause distraction.  

You look at her, taking a few steps closer and finally noticing something about how she seems... a bit too sober...? so to speak.    

“How are you not drunk after all those drinks...?” You ask softly, baffled...  

Because not only Davina, you realize just how other dancers too never seem to get drunk even after a whole night of being bought drinks by customers, which makes you a bit puzzled.     

“Most of the time we order fakes and have the bartender give us the cash instead by the end of the night.” She explains, returning to you with a small smile on her lips.  

“Don’t wanna get ourselves hurt on stage... And some of us just prefer the money over the booze - Not me though...”   

“Hm...” You muse, “I wondered...” Taking a mental note, “I’ll make sure to keep buying you drinks then, if you want, and tip extra...” 

Davina lets out an amused chuckle under her breath upon hearing you say that - Her smile widened before she led and sat you down on the bed.  

“Someone’s tryna be my sugar mommy huh?” She teases, chuckling more as she plays with your hair, before lowering herself to kiss you again, softer this time...   

You let out a satisfied sigh at the contact, your noses touching as you simper against her lips,  

“I mean I don’t mind...?” before pulling her down closer and getting her on the bed so she’s straddling over you.  

She gasps softly at the change of position, putting trusting hands on your shoulders for better balance.  

Your hand swimming down from her neck to her chest, before giving it a gentle squeeze as you prolong the kiss, another on her lower back, keeping her from falling.  

“Damn...” You muttered as you held her firmly by the waist, the warm scent of black pepper and tangerine in the base notes of her perfume preoccupying your senses, your eyes darkening softly with desire and hunger as you looked up at her. 

Your grip on her waist becomes stronger and a little more possessive as you pull her even closer to bury your face in her chest, breathing her in.  

“Fuck, you smell so good...”   

Instinctively, she relocates her hand to the back of your head, holding you close as she tangles her fingers in your locks and caresses your scalp.  

Moaning softly at the sensation, you murmur against her chest, “So good, makes me wanna eat you...”  

She can feel a small shiver running down her spine hearing you say that, before your hands travel down to her bottom, gripping and kneading her cheeks keenly, making her suck in a sharp breath at your pleasurable gesture.    

She hasn’t been touched so intimately by a woman in a pretty good while, having to be closeted for the better of her career - Your voice, your caresses, your words... They're all so relaxing and almost comforting to her. 

“Don’t stop, Y/N... Don’t stop-” She moans, before gasping softly at the feeling of your hand sliding under her shirt, shivering at the touch of your fingers on her bare and sensitive skin.  

You lift the hem of her shirt and push it up, exposing her tender and smooth chest, her breasts sitting gracefully in her lightly lined front hook bra, waiting to be explored.  

You breathe her in again, peppering her breasts and sternum with many more soft and small kisses, before you take off her shirt completely and ditch it on the floor...  

You’re far beyond familiar with her body, having been a regular at her performances, but now, it feels so entirely different, almost like you’re seeing her glory for the first time - Your blood pumping, your brain already so heated up... 

It's nothing like how it usually is, watching her from distance and always scared to make the first move, always hoping that she’d talk to you after she’s done so that you can be closer to her – You’re holding her, tasting her, kissing her and touching her; You're having her, completely, only to yourself.  

No one is here to distract her by trying to get her attention and talk to her, no one is here to pull her away from you when someone wants to buy dances from her, or remind her that it’s time for her next dance -

She’s yours, and you’re hers, and you have all the time and space in the world to do whatever that the both of you have always desired. 

 

Sighing between kisses on her neck and collarbone, you rest your fingers on the hook of her bra, before asking for her permission, your voice low murmur, “Can I...?”   

You unhook her bra single-handedly, ardent, not wasting a second upon seeing her slight nod at the head, revealing the beautiful sight underneath as her bra comes undone.  

“God, you’re so pretty...” Staring and drooling at her boobs with round eyes, you gasp out. 

They're not too big, not too small, just the perfect size and shape for you - Her pink, sensitive and delicate nipples hardened as they were exposed to the chill air around them. 

Though she’s an exotic dancer, Davina’s surprisingly feeling a bit shy under your gaze as she never has to be naked at work, so the unusual amount of exposure is making her a little uneasy, in a way... but she likes how you seem to enjoy them.  

She lets out a small beam as she reaches for the straps of her bra that are still hanging on her shoulders, before slowly sliding them off - Her every move elegant, designed and calculated, meant to make you burn up in desires for her.  

Watching her throw away her garment, you’re honestly way more flustered and meeker than she can ever be, overshadowed by her brilliance, and she can tell that you’re somewhat intimidated by the atypical closeness between the two of you. 

Leaning in, she wraps her arms around your neck, smiling in an almost amused manner,   

“Come on now, don’t play coy with me...” She whispers deeply, her lips hovering over yours.  

“Touch me more. I’m yours...”  

She kisses you again, encouraging you further, before gently pushing you over onto the bed.  

With her endorsement, you decided to stop being a wimp and take the chance she’s giving you... 

Caressing her back as she kisses you, your hand reaches down to grip her bottom once more, even giving her a playful and somewhat bold smack on the ass this time - An act that brings a hint of smirtle on both of your lips, her body jolting slightly, and you can’t help but sneaker at her reaction. 

Deepening the kiss, she reaches down to undo your jeans and you wiggle out of them, kicking them aside before you slowly turn her over onto the bed and get on top... 

You look down, her now loose and relaxed curls after a long night spread evenly on the pillow, her cheeks subtly flushing into an enticing shade of pink - And before you know it, your hand's already on her breast, cupping and fondling it while teasing her nipple with your thumb, making her back arch slightly.  

You thought about how nobody from the club gets to see this side of her, and certainly don't get to touch her like this - A surge of pride and almost vanity crept up, making your head spin. 

“You’re so beautiful..." You whisper out, enthralled, before you take off your own clothes, and let the possessiveness take over you as you start leaving wet and open-mouth kisses on her neck, both panting softly, before you gently bite down on it, making her whimpers feebly at the sharp yet gentle sensation. 

Her legs clamping around your sides, your kisses feverish as you continue your way down, sucking and gliding your teeth over at her nipples while holding her svelte and lissom waist as she writhes under you.  

Arriving at her stomach, you pull away before unbuttoning her shorts and stripping her down to her panties.  

Taking the opportunity as you take off her bottom, you grabbed one of her ravishingly slender legs and put it over your shoulder, kissing and caressing her calf and thigh as you take in her vulnerability and that titillating wet spot on her panties - You’re on the verge of going feral, knowing you’d be hard as fuck to the point of exploding if you ever had a cock. 

“You’re fucking irresistible.” You grunt out softly, before hooking your fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulling them off, revealing her alluringly wet, clean-shaven cunt, dripping with her juice.  

Her pussy is smooth like peeled boiled eggs, as a result of regular shaving and waxing; Her inner labia were exposed, a cute shade of pink with the shape of rose petals peeking out from her fat folds – Her lips almost as abundant as the ones on her delicate face.   

“Geez, you're just so pretty everywhere...”  

Her legs now parted, resting on either side of your shoulder and arm, your hand finding her slit as you lean in to kiss her again, allowing her to get used to the stimulation - Her thigh pressing against both you and her chests.  

Frisking at her cunt, your fingers collecting all her nectar as they caress her folds and toy with her moisten lips, making her moan against your tongue before going down south. 

You spread her legs into an M, before kissing and biting on her inner thigh, gradually moving towards her center - A wave of electricity rushed through her when you licked her juicy wet cunt from bottom to top, lapping and teasing her clit with your tongue as you flickered the sensitive meat, making her whine and squirm. 

“Mmph-! Hmm~ Feels so good... Umm~” She moans out, her hips start bucking slightly into your face as she reaches down to tangle her fingers in your hair.  

“I promise you there’s better coming...” With your hands on her hips, you murmur against her pussy as you treat it with warm open-mouth kisses.  

You devour her, your tongue teasingly darting in and out at her entrance, slurping up all her juice and your own saliva from between her slits as you continue licking and sucking at her cunt - Her fingers tighten in your hair as she tugs at it, her head snapping back as she loses herself in the growing pleasure.    

“Oh- Umm~ God- This is- so- uh, hah... Don't... Don’t stop- Mmm~!” Biting down on her lip, her body jolting and twisting as she lets out more and more sweet, erotic sounds of pleasure.   

You spread her open with one hand, exposing more of her clit, another holding down one of her thighs to prevent them from crushing and suffocating you (though you wouldn’t mind) as you push her towards the edge.  

“Ugh~ Fuck- That’s it- Keep- Uh fuck! Mmph!” She whines out loudly, whimpering,  

“Keep it- I’m cumming- um! I’m cumming!” Her waist wriggles, legs closing almost uncontrollably as she comes undone... 

“Fuck...” She breathes out as the sense of gratification washes over her body, her breath coming in quick and ragged after her high. 

You enjoy the feeling of her fingers lingering in your hair, sending tingling sensations down your spine, and a small smirk creeps up to the corner of your lips before you ask, gently wiping your mouth with your palm. 

“How you feeling?” 

“Fantastic...” She whispers with a smile of contentment. 

“Yeah?” You chuckle, before crawling back up to kiss her. “Want more?” 

Tasting herself on your lips, she chuckles as well, murmuring as your face hovers over hers.  

“Hell yeah I do...” 

“Bet.” 

Wetting your fingers in your mouth, you’re more confident now seeing how pleased she is, kissing her again as your hand reach down for her slit once more, before pushing a finger in with ease, and quickly followed by a second one. 

“Fuck, you’re so warm and soft inside.” You groan out, gently sucking at her lower lip. 

“Umm~ and you’re so fucking good at this...” She whimpers at you stretching her hole - Her back arches, her cunt even more sensitive now after her previous orgasm. 

After letting her adjust around you, you place your thumb over on her congested clit and slowly start doing circles on it, fingers crooking up to the roof of her vagina, finding the knob of the door to her satisfaction as she sucks you in deeper. 

"Um~! Shit... Feels so good, hah~ Fuck~” She moans out deeply as you fondle on that pleasurable spot inside, her body writhing, hands reaching up to grip the sheets and pillow under her.  

You can feel her water almost pouring out of her canal, and that she’s getting close again.  

Her body tensing up once more, her walls clenching tightly around your fingers as she mewls and squirms violently under you - Her whimpers muffled against your lips, her pleasure overflowing as she comes for the second time not so long after. 

“Oh god...!” She cries out, spasming and pulsing around you.  

Slowly sliding your finger out, you teasingly give her overly sensitive clit a couple more rubs, making her whine and moan on your way, before putting them in your mouth and sucking her juice clean. 

“You taste so fucking delicious...” You whisper softly. 

“Do I now.” She responds, her chest heaving as she slowly comes down from her high, a smirk on her face before she pulls you down for a kiss, prolonging the moment...** 

Pulling away, both smiling – Davina turned to glance at the window in her room, and you followed her gaze, also noticing how the sky had become a little brighter.  

"Stay?”  

“I’m not going anywhere.” You say, undoing your bra... 

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A/N: Fun fact: The name Destiny was inspired by “AJ and the Queen” lol, iykyk ;)  

But anyway - Huge thank you to @daven.ue for this fun experience and collaboration! Thanks for reading guys! Hope y’all enjoyed :3 Until next time ~ 

✗𖹭✗𖹭

[degrassi-fandom-confessions]

dave turner is one of the best characters on the show and people need to realize that

[useless-englandfacts]

Devastated to learn of the death of British icon and chef Dave Myers, best known for his run as one half of national treasures, The Hairy Bikers.

Dave passed away from cancer at age 66 on the 28th of February 2024, surrounded by family and his dear friend and other half of his culinary duo, Si King.

Dave and Si have provided the nation with wonderful recipes, gorgeous views of England and the world, and invaluable advice since their first show aired in 2004.

Dave will be deeply missed by the nation and all who loved him.

[pedrostories]

PedroStories 1000 followers celebration

MASTERLIST

Thank you for participating in PedroStories’ 1000 followers celebration! 💜 Stay tuned, we have other activations planned for the fanfic writers and lovers in the near future! 👀

Here you can find the announcement with the prompts!

You can find all the works submitted by the participants under the cut!

* - Mature/Explicit work

Ezra

Dreams of Love by @tea-reads

Pero Tovar

* Collision (series) by @sirowsky-stories

* falling again (series) by @221bshrlocked

Jack Daniels

* You And I Were Fireworks by @stardustandskycrystals

* The Riding Lesson by @bluestar22x

Playing pretend by @bluebeary-jay

Joel Miller

Where might I be, if I were not here? by @jomiddlemarch

Because you saw me when I was invisible by @jomiddlemarch

It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death by @jomiddlemarch

on the cold earth under the cold sky by @jomiddlemarch

* angel of small death by @brewsterispunkk

One Kick by @nonexistent-introvert

* I can’t stop thinking about you. by @bellofthemeadow

Dieter Bravo

Closer Than Expected by @ghostofskywalker

Din Djarin

* cupid's chokehold by @deathwife

Dave York

* Three Days by @massivedreamer

Frankie Morales

Stood Up by @trulybetty

* Put Yourself in My Place by @alwaysbethewest

Always Here For You by @jwritesfanfics

Max Phillips

* i wanna do bad things with you (series) by @chronically-ghosted

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Adminspace Admins

Chip and Bandwidth (belongs to @duckapus )

Status(es): Active

The Admins of SMG5&6! Duckapus's post talking about them can be found here.

CPU

Status: Active

Introduced here!

He hands out punishments for other Higher-Ups, be it stripping them of their powers or something harsher. He also recommends punishments, which can be carried out by Crash or Antivirus. Often can be seen in his office smoking his cigar because he's 110% with the other Admins most of the time.

Crash

Status: Active

(Best) Introduced here!

He handles demotions, reviewing other Admin's performances, and keeping check of their progress. He means well, but sometimes he can be a procrastinator.

Antivirus

Status: Active

(Best) Introduced here!

Most likely the strongest of the Admins/Higher-Ups. It shares demoting with Crash and punishing with CPU, but it also handles subduing larger threats and defeating them. If it can't, it then takes them to Computer Hell, where the threat is then stored for the rest of time.

Lag (belongs to duckapus)

Status: Active

He currently manages the Guardian System, and despite tending to procrastinate, he's damn good at his job when he does work. You can find his intro in the same post as Chip&Bandwidth, with a post further explaining him here!

Manifest (belongs to duckapus)

Status: Active

She's the new main desk clerk in the Adminspace. The post introducing her can be found here!

Ping

Status: Active

Introduced here!

He creates, blocks, and deletes commands. He's typically very irritable because of how much effort and power it takes, but he's well-meaning. Him and Umbra have a weird thing going on,, just don't question it for your safety.

Umbra

Status: Active

Introduced here!

He handles the more political affairs of the job, making announcements all he sort. He also gives Admins their jobs when they're created, and also recently took over ascending Guardians to Admins, though he's yet to actually do this.

Abyssal

Status: Active

Introduced here!

She handles doing clean up and damage control after any rogue viruses or threats happen. Despite the fact she really wants a break, considering something happens nearly every other week in the SMG4 universe, she's been doing their job a lot more lately.

Following Unveiled Secrets, it was revealed she was Abyss Born and had the same origins of Database and Duck.

Buffer

Status: Active

Introduced here!

She handles communication aspects and sorting codes into their respective places. She's very particular about her job despite being very loose and not as upkept as the other Higher-Ups.

Cluster

Status: Inactive

Introduced here!

No longer an Admin after the events of Proceed to Overwrite. It abused its power as an Admin and imprisoned afterward. After it was found out that Admins could be demoted after Byte's (first) defeat, it was immediately demoted soon after. Its crimes weren't bad enough to be dragged down to Computer Hell, but trust me, all the Admins were very tempted to let Antivirus try.

Forum and Domain

Status(es): Active

Introduced here! (Please be aware that they were introduced before the lore of Admins started! That's why some things seem different.)

The Admins of SMG4 and SMG3, respectively! They are (at this time) the only known Admins to be ascended after the death of their original universe. After the events of Let The Monsters In, they remembered their pasts as Guardians and were able to reunite with their (former) Avatar, Juliano. They have been through a lot, but they're partners until the end. (Also they are. So gay for each other.)

Byte

Status: Deactived

Introduced here!

He was the creator of the Guardian System and the SMG Program. But don't let that fool you. He was a horrible Admin who only created it so he could have an excuse to mess and destroy other universes. However, his plan was foiled when his creations SMG-1 (Domain) and SMG-2 (Forum) had their universe destroyed, and they were ascended to Admins.

He was also partly responsible for the SMG0 universe tragedy. He purposely didn't tell Lag when the other was making SMG0, that there were meant to be two SMGs.

He was killed permanently after the events of the IRL Arc, where Gohma took over his body and consumed his soul.

Cookie

Status: Inactive

Introduced here!

She's an Admin who is still utterly obsessed with Byte. Following the events of Fractured Memories, she was captured and properly stripped of her Admin title and abilities. She's been locked away in Computer Hell, as no one really believes the Containment Zone would be decent enough to house someone as crazy as her.

Cursor

Status: Active

She is one of the oldest Admins around and is very old-fashioned. She doesn't like how things are changing and how the Adminspace is evolving. In canon, however, she doesn't really do or say much about it, knowing full well she could get dog piled for it.

In non-canon, however.. she's taken a different approach.

Dave

Status: Active

Part of the Archives deparment. Post introducing him can be found here!

Vitality

Status: Active

Introduced here!

She's the head of the Medical Divison, one of the oldest medics/doctors around. Well known not to argue with her when she decides what you need to do to recover. Currently a semi-personal medic to Juliano, as she has a lot of worries about his code.

RNG (belongs to duckapus)

Status: Active

Introduced here!

The current Admin of the Pokémon Universe, it was formerly a part of the Research and Development department. It's morally gray and doesn't seem intent on having the other Admins trust it anytime soon.

Download

Status: Active

Introduced here!

The Admin of the merged universes Sally's Outstanding Adventure! and Diamind 6: Stars Go Out. The universes, however, weren't meant to merge, and this led to Download getting shocked by the control panel. Unfortunately, the surge has resulted in the damage of her audio outputs, rendering her now unable to speak.

Admins

Warden

Status: Active

Introduced here!

One of two Admins of the Containment Zone, a prison for Programs and Viruses alike. He's dedicated to his job and quite no-nonsense, but he has a heart of gold underneath the layers of his cold personality. He only shows it around his fellow Admin or whenever one of his Moderators get hurt.

Supervisor

Status: Active!

Introduced here!

One of two Admins of the Containment Zone, a prison for Programs and Viruses alike. She puts up a ditzy and innocent facade to trick anyone she has to bring in, and prisoners of the Containment Zone know just how scary she can be. However, she does have a genuine caring personality under it all.

Roulette

Status: Active! Introduced here! The Admin of the sever called the Snake-Eyes Casino; the biggest, most popular casino and hotel outside of the Dark Web. They've even got a fight pit (legal, that is). However, very few know that she's the leader of a cult dedicated to Ozymandias, and fortunately for her, her god has just so happened to end up coming around.

Wario

Status: Active! Introduced here! Not to be confused with the SMG4 Wario, this Wario is the Admin of Nintendo World Online! A formerly character-level Wario, he ascended to code-level and ended up creating the Sever that is NWO. Despite it all, he's still Wario at heart, but with a lot more successful ventures.

[slavhew]

Keep forgetting to post this

[syn4k]

its also important to know that etkeys is a full time student. dont worry about the details. thats all you need to know

[stinky-boyyy887]

atae

[duckapus]

Worm, Glitch, and the First Four

Figured out who made Mira and why, and there's a lot of backstory to get through for it.

So years ago, before Admins were a thing, the computer multiverse was terrorized by a powerful program named Worm and his army of viruses. The most powerful of his creations was Malware, who's code was so destructive it damaged any program she touched (aside from Worm, who had of course made himself immune), whether she wanted to or not. And, as it turns out, she really didn't want to, and absolutely hated her creator for making her unable to safely touch anyone else.

Unfortunately she figured there wasn't really much she could do about it, since with strongest ability rendered useless she didn't stand a chance alone and there was no way anyone would trust a virus, let alone one he made. That is until she met a red Doomguy recolor who was willing to hear her out, since he wanted to get rid of Worm as much as anyone else and would gladly take any chance he could find. The two started travelling the multiverse together, looking for a way to destroy Worm, and eventually came across a sentient seach algorithm calling himself Dave.

He claimed to know of a warrior by the name of Matrix who might be powerful enough to take down Worm, and the three of them set out to find this warrior. As time went on, the three of them became good friends, and Malware decided to change her name to Glitch as a way of separating herself from her creator.

When they finally found Matrix, they discovered that they were actually a fusion between two programs named Chip and Bandwidth, which was interesting but not particularly important at the time. What was important was that they were willing to help, and the five (or four depending on how you count fusions) set out to Worm's domain.

While he was initially dismissive of them, they proved to be formidable opponents, but it wasn't enough. Dave was knocked out, Red Doomguy severely injured and slowly dying, and Matrix split, when Worm finally decided to rip the very source code out of his rebellious creation. In their last moments, she and Doomguy reached out to each other, finally giving Glitch the friendly contact she'd wished for for so long, and their mangled code merged, creating a new, vengeful program who dubbed himself Antivirus.

He tore Worm to shreds using a mutated form of Glitch's power and a whole lotta guns, stripping him of all his power and leaving only a few stubborn lines of code to flee in terror into the deepest, darkest pits of the internet, and in the aftermath the four friends received notifications that they'd been accepted as the replacement Administrators of the now empty realm. They agreed to use this new authority, and the power that came with it, to repair the damage Worm had caused and lead the multiverse into a new era of freedom.

Still, they knew that while they had won the war, there was still a chance that Worm might regain some semblance of his old strength, and decided to add more administrators to their number, eventually resulting in the Admins as we now know them. Very few of the modern Admins are actually aware of the story of their founding, or that Chip, Bandwidth, Dave and Antivirus were the founders, though they do know that the four of them have been around way longer than everyone currently on staff.

All this to say, Worm is the one who created Mira. It's the first step towards getting his revenge since he's still not powerful enough to either make anything stronger or take the four of them on himself and he damn well knows it.

(hope it's alright that I messed with Antivirus's backstory like this @forthedancingandthethriving)