#s; feelin like kelis cause a bitch real bossy

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“Psst” - Noori

Send “Psst” for 10 Things My Muse has said About Yours Behind Their Back

"noori's driving me fuckin' nuts, farr. you'd think-- you'd think-- smart as my kitten is, he'd be able to pick one fucking flower that fits with the theme that he can stand to fuckin' smell. which, by the way-- i got a pretty potent sniffer too, ya know-- so that's a moot fuckin' point. what? of course the wedding is still on are you fuckin' stupid?" to farrah, in the middle of training

"my kitten, ya know-- he doesn't wear pastels often. but he'd look pretty in em. like a little doll." to noel, as she was contemplating what to wear to dinner.

"[text] my kitten doesn't eat meat. have fish there." to aaron, while they're arranging to have dinner at farrah's

"mention him again and i'll make you bite down on the nearest curb." to a contractor, when he mentioned serghei's pretty arm candy

"i'm getting married. he makes all this... eternity shit seem nice. if i get to spend it with him, maybe it won't be so bad." to pasha, over a cigarette.

"i dunno if you'd like him, mama. you had shit taste in men. but i love him. i love him so much it makes me feel human. makes me feel like you." to his mother's resting place outside a small village in romania on his yearly visit

"never been a cat person, but fuck-- there's somethin' about those cat shifters, ya know. built different. my kitten... he's got these thighs--" to stheno and lennox over a few beers.

"beg for my forgiveness. tell me that you have no fucking clue what you're talking about. that my kitten is not for you to observe. not for you to make judgements about. beg me to let you live-- even if it be with fewer limbs." said with his steel toed boot on their neck after they had erroneously insulted noori at a few parties where the couple had not been present. word got back.

"oh his libido is just fine." said to paion while consulting him about noori's health and how to care for him.

"he makes me better than you. i wasn't. not until i had him." spat at his father's head placed on his mantle, smug and high as fuck.

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"Good boy." from Noori

the dhampir is currently fucking three fingers into noori's ass, licking and sucking at the slick spilling messily from his husband's hole and onto the sheets. one of his favorite places to be is between those glorious thighs. noori tastes like heaven: honey and burnt cinnamon with a tinge of whiskey. serghei's sure sujin had done it purposefully, and he will be perpetually in debt to that lovely little warlock. serghei can't help but groan at the sensation, sending vibrations through noori's core and no doubt stimulating him further. the dhampir lets himself get lost in noori's incredible body, pulling his fingers out to watch his kitten gape before plugging him once more. he's practically got noori bent in half so he can lave kisses across his ass and thighs, dipping his tongue into noori's hole whenever he can. it's when he crooks his fingers just right and sucks a hickey into the most tender part of his kitten's thigh does he hear it.

good boy.

with a scoff, serghei breaks into his signature crooked smile. "good?" he asks, almost mockingly when he manhandles noori onto his tummy. noori's hips are pulled into the air and his face is shoved into the mattress. there's no warning, no hesitation when serghei slides his cock inside of noori's prepped, soaked hole. "you don't like me when i'm good, my love--" he groans out and immediately starts fucking noori like he means it. skin slaps against skin and serghei roughly fists at his kitten's hair. he pulls noori up into a near painful arch, lips still slick with noori's arousal as serghei grunts into his kitten's ear. "you like me like this. when i'm fucking you like. this." his words are punctuated with each mean thrust. "fuck. i love you, kitten. my beautiful kitten. made for my cock--" he means every word.

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# - Noori for Serghei

name: motănel

ringtone: here kitty kitty 3 missed calls [text] noori if you don't answer this fucking phone we're about to have a problem

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web weaving -> serghei and noori [ @papercrwn ]

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"You belong to me." Drunk Noori may be a bit possessive.

two bottles of chardonnay look beautiful on noori, in serghei's not-so-humble opinion. the way his kitten sways and cuddles up, purring his words and bearing just a fraction of his heart. it makes the dhampir feel protective. territorial. affectionate. serghei has just snorted his own little escape, letting it float through his veins as he noses at noori's jaw.

"yeah?" he can't conceal his crooked smile, wide and unashamed when they're both like this. "and you're mine, my little kitten. my pretty baby. i'll never let you go." his jaw clenches, then. "i'll kill anything that gets between us. i'd kill god for you. i'd find a way. fuck him. you're mine."

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☘ from Noori

Send ☘ for a compliment from my muse

it would be easy and predictable for serghei to wax poetic about noori's body. supple thighs and an almost too gropeable ass. soft muscle, a chest that looks best squeezed and bruised, and the prettiest dick the dhampir's ever had the honor of milking dry. big, reflective eyes that serghei can never say no to. there is nothing about noori's physical appearance that serghei doesn't like. he could compliment him on every single thing for hours on end.

but the dhampir hates being predictable.

"my kitten... he's quite the intellect, you know. you would never guess, with such a pretty face and how he lazes around all day, begging to be waited on. but noori... he's smarter than he lets on. not necessarily in the annoying, cultured way. not the useless type of intelligent. noori is observant. most importantly, he knows when and how to utilize those observations. it's almost frightening how well informed he is." a smile cracks into his face, then. fond. "it's the sexiest thing i've ever seen. 's why i'm marrying him."

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So, Serghei, your sex life? Want to tell us about it?

"perfect. nobody told me sex gets better with marriage, but, well, it does. definitely fuckin' does..." oh now he's lost in his memories, crooked grin cracking in his face only to dissipate at the thought of divulging information about his beloved husband. "don't see how it's anyone's business. 'm satisfied. my kitten's satisfied."

@rainyearning

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"No 'if' needed. You are mine. Like, you and your whole body, you're mine. That dick is mine.. your face is mine. That big ass nose is mine. You are all mine." And Noori is very proud about it. "Since you are mine, you can be sure that you never have to suffer alone, that I will be there in your dark times, I will wipe away the blood before kissing you. Because you are mine. And I will kill you when you drop me to find someone else."

"my nose isn't that big--" serghei scoffs but he's already pulling noori in right where he belongs: pressed up against the dhampir. he used to be ashamed of the monstrous part of himself. used to want to hide his hunting business, the darkened blood and rusted blade. serghei never wanted noori near it. was positive that noori could never love him if he knew. how could you hold a venomous thing with tenderness?

with nothing but recklessness. with clenched teeth and ruthless love.

noori loves him without caution. serghei knows that now. he has loved noori, he realizes, since the day he saw him. knew from the second he laid eyes on the cat that serghei could not trudge through eternity without him.

"hey," he murmurs and tilts noori's chin up. dead serious. "don't you ever say that, you understand? don't you ever think i will ever abandon you. i will never leave you. i will die without you, noori." you cannot kill a dhampir, but you can drive out its humanity. you can take away its soulmate. same thing. "you are my universe, you understand that? there is nothing without you." a kiss. a grope. a nudging for serghei to show him exactly how much he cherishes noori.

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❣️- Serghei x Noori (Tell me all about em.)

Who is the little spoon? noori at first, but sometimes during the night serghei becomes the little spoon

Who sings in the shower? usually serghei, though he loves to listen to noori humming to himself

Who plays pranks on the other? both. noori is a perpetual menace but serghei's more likely to outwardly tease when noori's being especially catlike. his favorite thing to do is whip out the laser pointer.

Who is the one who listens to pop music? noori, probably. serghei's a metalhead. i'm sure they both bitch about each other's taste in music.

Who brings the other a random cup of joe? noori, surprisingly. serghei doesn't like giving his kitten caffeine because he likes him to be relaxed. however, serghei likes an irish coffee on days off. noori makes a mean irish coffee.

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night? noori. serghei complains about every single choice but is eternally whipped. what noori wants, he gets.

Who is more likely to feed the other in public? serghei likes to feed noori dessert, but rarely feeds him a main course because he can't stand being so close to fish. serghei lets noori feed him snacks throughout the day.

Who gives the other random little compliments? serghei, 100000%. he'll compliment noori all day long. however, noori's better at random and strangely heartfelt, subtle praises. they really get serghei going, especially when noori compliments his hair or his driving.

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate? noori. serghei rarely wants anything of what his kitten is eating. the dhampir complains and insists that he'll order noori the whole menu if he wants, but that's not the point.

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car? noori, purely because serghei refuses to let noori drive himself anywhere.

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping? noori. whatever he wants, they're getting. serghei adds on his must have snacks, but the kitchen is stocked with noori in mind.

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick? serghei. as a dhampir, he can't really get sick. the rare occasions noori does get sick, serghei's a nervous wreck that won't let his husband do anything by himself. checks his fever every three seconds. makes sure he's hydrated. calls in paion because he's the best doctor he knows. when paion assures him it's just a bug that will go away with rest, serghei still feels on edge.

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules? depends. serghei's a hockey freak and noori's eyes glaze over whenever he's ranting about the latest games. however, serghei likes hearing noori talk about dance and gymnastics. he just likes being reminding of how flexible his kitten is.

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room? serghei is more likely to pull noori in and request a lapdance, if that counts?

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late? both of them. they're both divas. serghei has to remind noori about reservations because noori enjoys taking his sweet time, but noori has to wait for serghei to pick out a suit and choose what he wants to do with his hair.

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name? if serghei could, he would. however, he has gifted noori a diamond collar with his name on it, so...

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for Serghei: the setting of having your partner stuck in, for example, a cat tree

fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

listen. serghei is a simple man when it comes to sex (especially sex with his kitten): if he can fuck his dick in it, it's good sex. being able to exert power, having his bratty little pet rendered helpless and at his mercy? oh, it makes him giddy like nothing else.

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25. finding comfort in their scent - Noori & Serghei

the hunt was messy. long and exhausting and serghei is sure he wasn't paid enough to take down the bloodsucker he was contracted to. he's rolling in money. he's still got his father's inheritance. he's got penthouses, luxury cars, designer clothing, and the best drugs cash could bleed. but sometimes none of it seems worth it. an eternity of this. of living with the knowledge that half of him was a monstrous, disgusting thing he could never exorcise out of himself.

every vampire he burned looked like him.

there's something to be said about killing your father but keeping his blood. how do you slay a dhampir? you make it live.

still bloody, muddy, and rusty, serghei stomps into the penthouse with the grace of a bull. he kicks his boots off. reaches into a cabinet for his favorite vodka. guzzles it down and kicks off his clothes like they're in flames. the material smells like his mark and he's not sure if he'll ever be able to get it off. serghei stumbles into the shower and turns the shower til it's ice cold and biting at every inch of skin. then abruptly shoves the knob until the water is near boiling. shocks his system out of the hunting headspace. a sigh escapes him, resting his forehead on the tile as the sludge runs off of him.

time is irrelevant at this point. he had been gone for days, tracking and doing what he does best: whittling things down. making things beg for mercy. serghei has no idea if it's reasonable to look for noori in the bedroom or not, but once he's scrubbed and dried, his body pulls him to his kitten.

noori is curled up in bed, thankfully. a smile, absentminded and almost fond touches serghei's lips. the dhampir is still naked. doesn't have the presence of mind to put together an outfit. just crawls into bed and presses his nose to his kitten's neck. he breathes in once. twice. kissing the junction of shoulder and neck and feels his body relax immediately.

warm tonka and sandalwood. that's what noori smelled like to him inherently. robust. saccharine. almost smokey. it's beautiful and comforting and serghei feels like everything is okay right now. eternity doesn't seem so bad when he's got noori's skin under his hands. his warmth at his side.

"my love," he murmurs in his mother tongue, prone to raw delicacies after a hunt. "missed you." a kiss to noori's earlobe. his cheek. the corner of his eye. "you up for a round?"

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What kind of nicknames does Serghei have for Noori?

the basics, of course: kitten, motănel, baby, babydoll, sweetheart, whiskers, sweet thing, etc.

the especially sappy when he's balls deep: my love, printul meu, dragul meu