relationship status meme || accepting

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ | Sexual Attraction
✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ | Crushing
✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Squishing
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ | Sensual Attraction
✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ | Aesthetic Attraction

Low ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ High

touch meme || no longer accepting!
❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!)

 fingers  combing  through  his  hair  pull  him  slowly  to  consciousness  and  he  furrows  his  brow,  unhappy  at  being  woken.  he  shifts,  stretches,  turns  to  press  his  face  into  the  warm  thigh  under  him.  it  occurs  to  him  then,  in  a  sleepy  sort  of  way,  that  he’s  not  sure  how  he  ended  up  in  this  position.  he  can  fuzzily  remember  slumping  sideways  against  a  sturdy  shoulder,  brain  heavy  with  exhaustion.  

 brown  eyes  blink  open  slowly  and  he  turns  his  head  to  look  up  at  the  person  above  him.  ❛  dorian??  ❜  it  comes  out  raspy  from  sleep  and  he  clears  his  throat  to  try  again.  the  hand  disappears  from  his  head  and  he  whines  before  he  can  stop  it,  a  displeased  pout  crossing  his  face.

 ❛  i–  fell  asleep??  ❜

touch meme || accepting! 

 there  it  is  again.  firm  pressure  of  fingers  on  the  back  of  his  neck,  just  hard  enough  to  sooth  without  causing  any  pain.  krem  relaxes  under  the  touch,  shoulders  going  looser  even  as  he  pushes  back  against  it  slightly.  part  of  him  wonders  if  dorian  connects  this  gesture  to  their  time  undercover,  realizes  he  did  the  same  thing  as  a  wordless  reassurance  back  then.  he  almost  hopes  he  doesn’t,  knows  dorian  shies  away  from  things  involving  that  time.  a  faint  smile  crosses  his  face  and  he  hums  his  acknowledgement  of  dorian’s  presence  behind  him.  

 it’d  taken  a  long  time  to  get  back  here,  after.  for  weeks  following  the  Incident,  dorian  pulled  back  from  krem’s  touch  as  if  burned.  only  after  several  attempts  on  krem’s  part  did  dorian  begin  allowing  even  casual  touches  again.  

❛  back  already??  i  was  certain  you’d  be  gone  longer.  ❜  he  tips  his  head  back  to  look  up  at  the  man,  smiling  and  marking  his  place  in  the  book  with  a  finger.  

imagineyouroc:

Person A, noticeably disheveled as they enter the room: Sorry I’m late, I was doing stuff
Person B, also disheveled and grinning smugly: I’m stuff

touch meme || accepting!

 he  told  himself  he’d  never  be  weak  enough  to  imagine  what  dorian’s  mouth  would  feel  like  against  his.  told  himself  he’d  never  think  about  where  dorian’s  hands  would  fall,  how  he’d  pull  the  other  man  close,  how  he’d  taste–

 but  he  didn’t  think  it  would  be  like  this.  one  hand  tangled  in  his  collar,  the  other  gripping  his  hip  tight  enough  to  border  on  painful.  he  didn’t  imagine  it  would  be  in  a  room  filled  with  magisters,  gazes  feeling  like  oil  slicks  on  his  skin.  didn’t  imagine  it  would  only  be  to  further  his  image  as  dorian’s  boy  toy,  the  pretty  slave  that  hangs  off  the  magister’s  arm.  

 it  doesn’t  stop  the  way  he  pushes  into  it  with  a  soft  noise,  the  way  his  eyes  fall  shut  and  he  relaxes  completely,  body  very  nearly  only  held  up  by  dorian’s  hands  on  him.  

 he  feels  WEAK.  disgusted  with  himself.  how  can he  LIKE  this,  knowing  where  they  are,  what  everyone  thinks  he  is??  panicked  thoughts  swirl  in  his  head  and  he  can  feel  his  heart  thundering  against  his  ribs.

 dorian  pulls  back,  though  his  hands  don’t  leave  krem,  and  the  smaller  man  gives  him  a  wide-eyed,  terrified  look.  

 ❛  are  you  thirsty,  sir??  i  could  fetch  you  something  to  drink.  white  wine,  perhaps.  ❜  it  takes  everything  in  him  not  to  stay  in  character  even  though  his  thoughts  SCREAM  at  him  to  bolt.  

 out,  out,  OUT.  I  NEED  OUT

touch meme || accepting!
❥-  rough, violent, or dominant touch

 nails  bite  into  the  back  of  krem’s  neck,  just  above  the  collar,  and  krem  gasps,  arching  his  back  even  as  he  goes  to  his  knees.  brown  eyes  squeeze  shut  and  he  links  his  fingers  behind  his  back  on  instinct.  head  bowed  in  submission,  he  breathes  out  something  that  sounds  like  an  apology,  voice  as  uneven  as  his  breath.  

 it’s  alarmingly  easy  in  moments  like  this  to  sink  into  the  mindset  of  a  slave,  to  submit  and  bare  his  throat..  there’s  something  dark  and  broken  and  perverse  there.  something  he’ll  do  his  best  to  ignore  even  as  the  stone  floor  bites  into  his  knees.  

 or  maybe  it’s  just  that  it’s  dorian’s  hand  resting  so  heavily  on  the  back  of  his  neck,  fingers  catching  on  the  leather  of  his  collar.  the  thought  makes  something  in  his  chest  loosen  and  he  relaxes  under  the  touch,  lets  his  body  go  lax  as  he  waits  for  dorian’s  next  move.  

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