#dorikrem

[pancakesprince]

Krem Week 2024 - @aclassitag Day 6: Play

this is The krem ship for me. tevinter boys♥

[heylavellan]

anon period ended a few weeks ago for the Dragon Age Poly Exchange, and i'm finally getting around to sharing what exactly i got up to! my main work was Two of Your Finest Vints, a lovely kremdoribull fic! but i also had fun writing some treats. i had so much fun writing these!! and if you have time, check out the entire collection!

Two of Your Finest Vints - E, The Iron Bull/Krem/Dorian. Bull and Krem shared a platonic bond deeper than friendship. But when they met Dorian Pavus, they both realised they wanted him. Like sensible people, the only solution is to share.

Red Skies at Night - M, m!Hawke/Isabela/Merrill. After fighting a dragon, Hawke gets badly injured. Isabela takes her girlfriend Merrill to check in on her boyfriend. Also, t4t4t!!!

From Ferelden, With Love - G, f!Cousland/Nathaniel Howe/Anora. After all they've been through, they found their way back to each other. And despite it all, they still love.

Sharing is Caring - M, Zevran/m!Amell/Nathaniel Howe. Nathaniel simply wanted to inform Daylen's partner that he had been injured. He didn't expect Zevran's response. Epistolary fic.

[perkeleen-lavellan]

Never was much of an adoribull shipper, but I could become a dorikrem truther. Like. Think about it. Haters to lovers AU where Krem doesn't go for the army but straight for mercenaricy work, and gets hired by Dorian's dad to be ostensibly his bodyguard, but it's actually a babysitter for a Dorian under house arrest or something.

[broodwoof]

krem/dorian - pick based on ur mood ♥: sfw: shielding the other one with their body nsfw: pegging, of course

hehehehehehe well ty babe this was very fun <3 @dadrunkwriting 624 words cws: none

He rocked his hips down with a short gasp as he stared at Krem beneath him. Usually it was the other way around and he was more than happy with that—the man had stamina in spades—but today Krem had laid down with a flourish and a grin, shaking his hips and the lovely little piece he wore, and Dorian had no intention to resist that kind of offer.

“You look good like this,” Krem pointed out, voice a little rough. Hm. Unsatisfactory. He wanted Krem’s voice to be torn and raw, panting as he came hard, muscles tensing under him—

Maker, he had to be careful.

The harness sat across Krem’s hips, dark leather straps that contrasted nicely with his skin. Dorian shifted down a little bit, teasing the harness just a bit lower, just a little more— ah, there. Krem’s expression tightened as the edge of the strap-on caught against his clit. Now each time Dorian rocked down he was subtly grinding the material against Krem just the way he liked it. He wanted to touch himself while he watched Krem’s expression twist just slightly at each movement he made, but he resisted the urge, wanting to drag this out and make sure they both finished. He was already most of the way there but Krem still looked a bit too controlled.

Well. Perhaps he had to put on a bit of a show. He was certainly up to the task.

He tilted his head back, looking down at Krem through hooded eyes, smirking at the sudden bob of his throat as he swallowed. He rode him with smooth motions, his weight on his knees so his hips could move freely, each thrust teasing the other man’s clit. After a moment he leaned back, hands behind him and braced on Krem’s muscled thighs, his body stretched and taut. He was sweating a bit, adding an interesting gloss to his body that caught the light as he moved, and Krem just couldn’t decide where to look. His eyes darted between Dorian’s face, his chest, his stomach, and his proud cock, while his hands were just as exploratory—squeezing at his thighs or caressing up across his stomach.

He let his head drop back with a deep moan, feeling Krem’s hand spasm against his thighs before gripping harder, and felt the weight of the man’s gaze traveling down his body. Now Krem’s hips were moving, too, his breath coming a little faster, shorter. He was getting close.

Time to drag him over the edge.

He shifted so he could wrap his hand around his cock, mouth dropping open on a shaky exhale as he started moving, his thrusts becoming erratic. Krem’s hands trailed up until they held his hips, pulling him down into every thrust as he bucked up into him, the air between them heating as their pace escalated. He let every gasp, moan, and shaky breath out freely, knowing they’d bring Krem that much closer—and when Krem’s moan finally ripped free, his hands digging into Dorian’s hips, he stopped holding back.

He fisted across his cock hard and fast as Krem shivered through his own orgasm, both of them gasping as Dorian came across his powerfully toned chest and stomach, his movements slowing but not stopping as he pulled himself through his own finish.

His legs felt weak as he levered himself up and off of Krem’s piece with a soft grunt, dropping beside him on their bed as they both caught their breath. “You really look good like that,” Krem announced after a few moments, Dorian laughing as he curled against the man.

“I always look good, darling,” he murmured against his shoulder, earning a snort—but no protest.

[elvhenprince]

Written for Krem week, Day 4: Family/Love Characters: Krem's dad*, Krem, Dorian Pairings: Krem x Dorian Word count: 484 Summary: "Thank you for making my son happy." *Gave Krem's dad a name, it is non canonical

Whatever Gaius Aclassi thought he might have expected, being approached one day by a servant of House Pavus- it certainly… wasn't whatever this was.

Aclassi was not only bought out of servus publicus, his own freedom was completely paid for. In the eyes of the law, he was a soporati again. Of course, there must be some catch to this turn of events - a lifelong expectation of eternal loyalty and servitude. A different cage than his old shackles.

At least, that was what he expected. It had been a month since he was hired- freed- but he had no tasks other than to focus on recovering from what hard years of labour had done to his body. Every time he picked up a rag to start wiping, the other much younger servants would immediately see to whatever it was that needed cleaning instead, and so he was left with nothing to do at all.

He was fed well, had healers attending to him, and even a room to his own in this spare mansion belonging to Magister Pavus- and it left him completely dumbfounded, until one day the magister himself finally showed up to the mansion, his arm looped into the soldier's own by his side. 

He would know that gait and face, even if the years had changed so much. 

The soldier was none other than his child- whose eyes widened in recognition when they met his own.

“Ah,” Magister Pavus cleared his throat. “Messere Aclassi, I am Dorian Pavus, and this is Cremisius.”

Shell-shocked as he was, Gaius Aclassi almost fell, but his son immediately stepped forward to hold him up in support. As if he weighed nothing at all- perhaps that was true anyway, with how the years had been harsh on him, but there was so much strength that his son had. Cremisius. A new name, one that he was glad to have the chance to learn.

“Cremisius,” Gaius rasped, voice distorted from lack of use. 

“Krem,” his son said, voice cracking as well. “You can call me Krem.”

It was only later, after much tears were had, that he learned about his son's life- once a soldier in the army, then becoming a fugitive of the state, a talented mercenary and now a magister's lover. How he met Lord Pavus under the Inquisition, working as a proud member of an elite mercenary group.

“Lord Pavus-”

“Oh, please, just Dorian will do,” Dorian immediately cut in, clearly discomfited by being addressed as such. Krem scoffed, but made no comment.

“Dorian. Thank you.”

“There's really no need-”

Gaius shook his head, then took one of Dorian's hands in his.

“Thank you for making my son happy.”

“Oh,” Dorian breathed, looking into Krem’s eyes, and finding whatever it was he sought in them. “But of course.” ‘He makes me happy too,’ was left unsaid, but Gaius could see it, clear as day.

[inaweofdiana]

Why doesn’t the internet like DoriKrem more because oh my god it’s one of the best things to come out of DAI

In other news someone reminded me dragon age exists and that I have like 6 DoriKrem WIPs that I’m interested in finishing (out of like 15 drabbles and bits)

[pancakesprince]

i absolutely refuse to ever use the nutcracker colours

also will cropping like this actually do anything? probably not. will i keep making it as annoying as possible for scrapers? yes

[pancakesprince]

full image on poipiku Post is password locked, hint: "are you 18+?"

coming back into this fandom with all my rarer ships i guess