damon-mcqueen-deactivated201201 asked: Episkey, Confundus, Imperio. Protego.
Sex.
Not saying anything at all when I don’t have anything nice to say.
Draco Malfoy. I’d totally bone Harry if I was him.
My art.
1imovedaccountsagain-deactivated asked: Fidelius
I recently got off anti-depressants. I might need them again.
1ϟ Put a spell in my ask, and I’ll tell you…
Avada Kedavra: About a person I hate
Confundus: Something that’s difficult for me
Crucio: About something painful for me
Episkey: Something I’m good at
Expecto Patronum: My happiest memory
Fidelius: One of my secrets
Gemino: My celebrity look-alike
Imperio: Who I wish I could be in the series
Obliviate: Something I wish I could forget
Protego: Something I’m very defensive about
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58038Georgia Aquarium (by Kien Tran)
Porn is just so much better if they speak in British accents.
0Something about Stockings? || Dasil
Dave shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest nonchalantly, “Maybe we can go grab some groceries later tonight and I can figure something out to cook for you. Here’s hoping I don’t set your apartment on fire,” he said with a small laugh, trying his best to distract himself from what must be under Basil’s robe. When that thought was confirmed it was no use to keep his face from flushing. Dave didn’t even know why he was getting so…he didn’t even know what to call it really, about the idea of Basil in stockings. Wait. If he was wearing stockings then did that mean he was wearing like…panties too? And that thingie that chicks used to keep the stockings up? Dave never bothered to find out what it was called. But even being gay, that trifecta of undergarments had definite appeal. But on Basil? Only time…could…tell… Holyshit. Dave’s thoughts trickled into nothing as Basil removed his robe completely and every single garment Dave had been trying to picture on the other boy suddenly appeared. He didn’t say anything at first, just letting his widened eyes go down Basil’s body as he got used to the sight, arms still crossed over his chest. It was…weird. Not what Basil was wearing, God no that was…to be labeled later, but the effect it had on Dave was certainly not what he was expecting. It shouldn’t be this sexy, should it? Dave had nothing to compare it to. This was certainly kinkier than he’d ever gone before, but… Dave licked his lips as his eyes grew darker and his heart rate rose. Something about the small trail of brown hair disappearing into those small, frilly black panties…fuck, that was new. Dave didn’t know what to say, and after his couple of minutes of solid silence he could tell Basil was starting to squirm under his scrutiny. Was it weird that his squirming was turning him on too? Probably. Whatever, Dave would figure out exactly how much of a sick fuck he was later. Much later.
Dave uncrossed his arms and pushed off the counter, stepping toward Basil against the table, his eyes finally having returned up to Basil’s face, focusing now on his lips. “I…I like it,” Dave said, mentally kicking himself for saying something so all-encompassing and not even beginning to describe what exactly Basil’s outfit was doing to him. “You look…” Dave was close to Basil now, standing in front of him he could feel his body heat on his chest, and the anticipation was starting to drive him nuts. Tossing pretense to the wind, Dave did what he was better at, action instead of talking. And as Dave took Basil’s face in his hands, fingers threading through his long hair as he kissed him, he decided that now was definitely not the time to blab like an idiot.
Basil chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds awesome. I’d love for you to stay for dinner. And cook for me. Be careful, or I may end up keeping you,” he teased, smirking. “And can we not burn down my kitchen, please? I’m rather fond of it being unburned.” He laughed, watching Dave’s face get redder and redder with every passing second as he explained. And then started taking off his robe. And fuck, the look on his face when he dropped it and stood in front of him, legs slightly spread, hands on the table as he leaned against it. He really hoped it was a good surprise. But when he didn’t say something for several minutes, not a word, just staring and breathing, Basil squirmed under his gaze. Maybe he hated it so much that he couldn’t even think of what to say to tell him to put some clothes back on and take off the satin. The arms crossed over his chest and those judgmental eyes made him feel so naked, and not in the usual, good way.
He watched Dave lick his lips and shivered slightly, biting his bottom lip. Maybe… Maybe he did like them… And he was just enjoying the view. His eyes went wide as Dave moved silently, nervous, watching his gaze move up his body, landing somewhere around his mouth. He licked his lips in response. When Dave said he liked them, he let out a choked noise. “I-I’m glad you do,” he whispered out, voice lost from how nervous he’d been. He’d yell at him later for almost giving him a fucking heart attack. The prick. He smiled when Dave started to speak, raising an eyebrow as he trailed off, waiting for, well, something. He didn’t know exactly what, but the silence was killing him and Dave’s staring was starting to make him squirm again. But he relaxed when he felt hands on his cheeks, melting into his touch, his arms slowly winding around his neck as they kissed, eyes fluttering shut. He pressed closer, his panty-covered cock resting against Dave’s hip, already half-hard. He bit down on Dave’s lip, tugging lightly. “I’m really glad you like them,” he breathed against his lips before kissing him again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding between his lips, hips rolling teasingly against Dave’s.
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121Something about Stockings? || Dasil
Dave immediately felt better when Basil rolled his eyes, the strokes to his neck sending warm shivers down his spine as he looked at him with affection. Dave allowed Basil to lead him inside, snorting when he called his babbling cute and hilarious. “Well, then I’m glad I’m entertaining at least. Probably why you keep me around, huh? You know, besides the sex,” Dave said jokingly as he moved with Basil to the kitchen, putting his ruffled hair back in order with a quick swipe of his hand. The jock shrugged and leaned against the counter, “No, I’m good for now. But if that’s seriously all you have in your house then I think you might be taking the take-out thing a little too far. Maybe we could go grocery shopping later…” Dave mused before his eyes drifted down Basil’s robe to catch a glimpse of his ankle. It was…darker than usual. Dave’s eyebrows came together slightly as he focused more intently on what exactly was on Basil when he remembered why he had come over here in the first place. Blush creeping up his face, Dave swallowed and looked back up to Basil’s eyes, gesturing vaguely to the painter’s legs, “Um, you…you’re not…already…wearing stockings are you?”
Basil shrugged, smirking. “Among other things,” he said, trying not to think too hard about the sex of everything. These panties weren’t big enough to hide a boner in any sense. Not that he’d have to around Dave, but the lacy elastic never felt good digging into the underside of his cock. Basil blushed, leaning against his table, biting his bottom lip. “I… yeah, that might be a good idea. I’m feeling kinda skinny today, anyways. Plus, junk food only tastes good when you eat it once a week,” he said with a nervous laugh. He was going to have to stop depending on his financial aide to pay for his things, because it was either hot water or food and Basil’s hair only looked this good after he’d had a shower. He watched as Dave’s eyes drifted down at that flash of dark ankle, smirking as he watched the boy blush. Oh, Dave really was the cutest. He probably didn’t even know what kink meant, the poor thing. He chuckled and nodded. “Figured I wouldn’t make you wait while I get ready. Besides, whenever you’re over, I kinda just want to jump to the part where your hands are all over me,” he said, biting his lip nervously. Slowly, he untied his robe, shrugging it off and draping it over the back of one of his chairs. He had some sheer black stockings on, thigh length, held up by a garter belt with little black bows on it, some black satin panties with a black ruffle on them. “What do you think?” he asked nervously, chewing on his bottom lip firmly. “Honestly. You don’t have to like be polite or whatever.”
8Something about Stockings? || Dasil
Dave’s smile grew wider as the door opened and he saw Basil grinning up at him. He did make things feel so much better, if only for a little while. Holding the other boy close by his hips, Dave leaned into the small kiss, grateful for the affection and smiled at Basil’s mumbled words. “Hey yourself, beautiful,” Dave responded, little goosebumps going down his arms as Basil played with the hair at the back of his neck. He wound his arms around Basil’s middle, ducking his head to nuzzle at the artist’s neck as he muttered, “I’m better now that I’m here. God, I missed you.” Dave was pulled out of his blissful state by his own admission, leaning out of Basil’s neck to look down at him as his cheeks reddened slightly, “Um. Even though it’s only been a couple days…that…came out wrong. Uh, I meant that I…I missed being around you and not being around you kinda sucked and for fuck’s sake you know what I mean.” Dave sighed heavily as he cut himself off, the babbling only making him blush more from embarrassment. Basil always seemed to have that effect on him, making him sound like an idiot and talk without thinking. Kurt used to do that to him too…but Basil wasn’t even really his boyfriend now. Dave blinked at that thought, Basil wasn’t his boyfriend. Not full on anyway. Huh. “Can I come in before I make more of an ass outta myself, Bas?” Dave asked, pushing that thought out of his mind as well.
Basil hummed happily, head tipping back as he nuzzled his neck, tugging gently at his hair. He smiled, hiding it Dave’s hair as he admitted that he missed him, a happy flush coming to his cheeks. At least he wasn’t the only one having silly feelings like this. They weren’t even boyfriends yet, but it kind of felt like they were. Basil hadn’t even slept with anyone else (except Jesse, but that was once and he was gone, so it didn’t matter) since he’d met Dave. Which was extremely weird. He usually didn’t get attached to people this easily. But here was this huge, bumbling teddy bear of a man and he just… adored him, to put it simply. He giggled as Dave tried to explain, rolling his eyes and stroking his neck. “Dave Dave Dave,” he said, shaking his head and laughing softly. “Shut the fuck up, will you? I missed you too. A lot.” He smiled up at him, sliding his hands down his chest and grabbing one of his hands, dragging him into the house, shutting the door with a nudge of his foot. “It’s just really fucking hilarious when you make an ass out of yourself. Really cute, too.” He kissed his cheek softly, ruffling his hair as he led him into the house. “Want anything? I have coffee or water. Might have some string cheese, but I don’t know if its still in there.”
8Something about Stockings? || Dasil
Needless to say, Dave was more than a little intrigued at Basil’s mention of wearing stockings. The jock had never been interested in cross dressing before, but then again, was wearing stockings really considered cross dressing? It was a moral gray area, but one he was interested in learning about since Basil offered. Plus, the almost certain promise of sex would be a good distraction from his late-night visit with Kurt the other day. God, was that a mistake. Ever since Dave had been feeling worse than usual. Seeing Kurt so broken and lifeless had sucked all the remaining life out of him that he had worked so hard to build up in the two months they’d been separated. Hopefully seeing and being around Basil would help cheer him up a little.
Dave did feel guilty as he walked up the stairs to Basil’s apartment, hands in pockets and face downcast. He wasn’t using Basil though, he really liked him. Really, really liked him. But his heart still weighed heavy even as he knocked on the door to the artist’s apartment. Just stop thinking about it. Give yourself some distance and be around Bas for a while. You’ll be over Kurt in no time. But even as he convinced himself outside of Basil’s door, a part of him truly wondered if he’d ever be able to get over Kurt at all. Dave pushed that out of his mind quickly as he heard the door unlock, letting a small smile settle onto his face before Basil opened the door.
Basil hasn’t seen Dave in days and he was missing him. Sure, he’d been busy and the jock had a life outside of Basil, but even if it had only been a couple days, he really missed him. Bas wasn’t exactly sure if introducing Dave to one of his biggest kinks was the best way to welcome him back, but here he was, digging through his drawers to find his nicer pair of stockings and panties. It took him a while to decide between the pink pair or the black pair. He ended up with the black set because pink would be a bit much. At least at first… He sat at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers as he waited for Dave to come over, jumping when he heard the knock.
He sprung to his feet, sliding slightly against the hardwood floor, hip bumping the wall. “God damn it,” he hissed. It had been a while since he’d brought his stockings out and he forgot how slide-y they were. He opened the door, grinning up at Dave, standing in front of him wearing his robe and his sheer black stockings peeking out. He hadn’t shaved his legs, mostly because it took a hell of a lot longer than five minutes to shave. His arms reached up, wrapping around Dave’s neck, pulling him in for a soft kiss. Oh yeah. He’d missed this. He’d missed this quite a lot. He’d missed Dave waaay too much for someone who wasn’t even his boyfriend yet. “Hello, gorgeous,” he mumbled against his lips, fingers twisting up in the short hair at the nape of Dave’s neck. His hair was starting to grow out slightly, showing off his tiny curls. Basil loved it. “How are you this morning?”
