#c:dmitri

[mythicalmen]

[STUCK  ]  *  our muses are stuck in a small broom closet together. (dmitri from christopher) @ragtagrunaways

It took a lot to make someone like Dmitri uncomfortable or feel overwhelmed and it was hardly the first time he'd been up close with another man in a tight space. Though it was the first time he found himself in such a space with a Warlord, particularly one as large as this one. Despite the difference in size, those sharp eyes of Dmitri's didn't give any hint of fear or being flustered, chin tilted up in endless confidence and composure even with him having to look up at the man with how close they were. "Tell me, dear Dawson. Do you make a habit of putting others in this sort of predicament...or is this the part where you feign innocence?"

[boysofcharm]

continued from here with @kakexmen​

Dynamics be damned right about now, Dmitri was driven by desire and lust right now. He needed to touch Bobby, taste him, feel him all around him - what had started as simple games and fun and enjoying having a man like that under his thumb had turned to needs and hunger and a desperation to have the man as much as possible, always around and with him. “You...bastard you” He shivered, swallowing thickly and glancing down at Bobby knowing all too well what he was doing with that wicked smirk and demand for him to tell Bobby just what he was feeling. “I..cannot stand it when you’re away. I need you always, constantly. Like some sort of drug I’m hopelessly addicted to” He breathed out, voice almost as shaken as his thighs right now as he stared down at the man. “I would do just about anything for you Bobby, you have no idea how much power you have over me sometimes...”

[izzyadore-blog1]

@crowntaken

Izzy was sat on a nice sunny bench with her guitar, her hands firm but careful as she worked on restringing it as the old strings had been worn down to their last life. With her brow furrowed in concentration, she let her dexterous fingers do the work, tightening and turning until she was satisfied with a string before moving to the next. But it seemed that the last string had a mind of it’s own, and as the princess tightened it one last time it snapped with a resonating twang. Already a disaster in its own right, the problem was made bigger as the string saw fit to smack a passerby in the face, and instantly Izzy was trying to get a closer look at the afflicted’s face, making sure they were alright. “Oh Dios mío, I’m so sorry, are you okay? Sometimes she has a mind of her own.”

[littleflvme]

date: december 25th, year 1 location: common room ( little palace ) time: 4:45 p.m. availability: closed @renderedheartless​ ( ask meme starter )

“Poison.” There was nothing in her face that threatened her bluff for it was a calm sort of vexation that settled over her facade of which was the result of his quick snatch of the cup that was in her hands. She, who was prim and proper, was the product of wealthy breeding and his ill-mannered action grated on her sense of propriety. Poison, she had said just as he took a sip of the drink. 

But one such as Arina Zahkarov was not made for guile. There was no helping the ghost of a smile slowly manifesting on the outer corners of her lips, quickly appearing just as swiftly her exasperation dissipated. However, she did not admit her blatant falsity—for what use was it to state the obvious? If he could not see such a simple ruse then he deserved to remain in the dark. At least for a while. She was not so cruel.

Whereas he, she could tell despite her inexperience with the like, was indeed cruel. To what degree? She could only fathom. And his question—oh, how it would have scandalized her if it had been asked by any other person, any other person because she was accustomed to his carnal behaviour by way of rumours. So, his inquiry did not surprise her but it didn’t stop the blush spreading across her cheeks. “Dmitri—” she mirrored his used of her name. “I believe that is not your concern,” she said before taking back her drink.

[boysofcharm]

@pinkestlyps​ continued from here

“Shouldn’t what exactly?” He purred against the man’s neck, lips teasing the skin and lips finding that wonderfully sensitive spot as he straddled Sebastian’s lap, ass pressing against the man as one hand began to tug loose Sebastian’s lie as he brushed his lips against the man’s ear. “If I recall rightly you were the one who called me to meet up, knowing our history” He purred at the married man and dragged his lips away slightly to meet his gaze. “What did you expect to happen, hm?”

[boysofcharm]

a starter for @ccckcollector cause they be thirsty

“It seems you might have missed me, your highness” Dmitri murmured, eyes half lidded and a coy yet warm smile on his lips as the wizard took in the beautiful sight before him in the prince’s chambers. Dark eyes slowly roaming over the young man’s body and the beautiful garment he had chosen to wear for the robed magician’s return to the castle after almost two weeks of being far away on a mission for the King. “Perhaps I should leave more often if this is what we’ll be greeting me when I return back to you” He suggested, humming softly as his eyes slowly moved to meet Blaine’s. “How may I be of service to you, my prince?”

[boysofcharm]

for @thecxllective​

“You wished to see me, your Majesty?” Dmitri asked smoothly as he was escorted by the royal guards into one of the beautifully designed and luxurious rooms within the castle. Being the High Wizard of the royal court meant that there were times when the King would send his advisor on all things arcane on specific missions where his expertise was required and he’d just returned from one such mission that had lasted a week or two. Needless to say he was both a little surprised and oh so curious that the Prince had demanded to see him so soon after he got back from the mission. So there he stood, purple and gold robes adorned his physique. Dark brown eyes catching the gaze of the Prince after he’d bowed to show his respect. “How can I be of service, my Prince?”

[mythicalmen]

for @charlestonking continued from here

Dmitri had been needing a little bit of a change of pace, of scenery - something beyond the tired, recycled formula that was his life. A beautiful life no doubt, but one that had become rather stale in the past couple of months. Not to mention the same tired names and people he was expected to socialise with, a dull sort that thought wealth could make up for a subpar personality. Then there was Charleston, rough around the edges and genuine and oblivious to most of what made people pretend to like Dmitri in order to gain something from him.

Needless to say, the young socalite had become rather fond of him and brought him everywhere he could, events, outings, back to his penthouse like right now and yet clearly the lines of friendship had begun to blur...and that kiss had sealed it somewhat. "....Well, I don't know about you - but when there's a beautiful man in my bed...I tend to like to kiss them" He hummed, a coy and playful smile as his eyes gazed at him. "Are you really that surprised?"