@tragictricks.bsky.social

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📱:: *ffirst
📱:: fuck u
📱:: scnd
📱:: how the FuCK djyou get that inhere

@motherlyaura.bsky.social

📱:: mamiita
📱:: mmami
📱:: fefe
📱:: dyou member the liquor cab combo
📱:: one under thebar

She returns the feline sound a little better this time, still grinning, hefting one of their legs over her hips & settling into him.

Stealing a press of lips across his before resting their foreheads together, humming a soft, content sound.

“Hey, baby,” she greets softly, stroking his hair back.

Grabbing the back of it’s head with a palm, or at least aiming to, intent on ruffling its hair up as she yawns.

“As if you aren’t aware of exactly how much of a menace you are.”

She scratches lightly over her belly with her prosthetic hand.

“Hungry? Should make somethin’ before Blue starts up.”

Clicking her tongue.

Lazy ass.

Shoving herself up to go lumbering over, sliding a hand under him as she sinks down to curl up all around him.

Digging fingers through fur & bonking faces with a grin.

“Hey to you too, gatito.”

-she eyes him down slowly from head to toe.

“I don’t fight for anyone’s entertainment.”

Like she has time for that bullshit.

Biting down on the gold filter of her cigarillo, she exhales the smoke sharply. “Got nothin’ to do with me.”

Oh now both brows are up, blade grey eyes sharp as her lips twist into an amused sneer. With a crackle her butane lighter clicks on, lighting the cigarillo between her lips & she pushes herself up to her feet.

“Think you got the wrong bitch,” she rumbles. Rocking forward with all her 6’1” self,—

Letting her head fall to one side, squinting up at the stranger with a grimace.

Not weird at all. Standin’ around while she’s knocked out like that. Sure.

Scoffing softly she sits up, already searching her pockets for her lighter. “You [ need ] somethin’?” Her tone suggests she’d rather he didn’t.

-by each gentle roll.

Real fuckin' brave considering all she had to do was push his head down.

"Maybe I gotta throw you a lil further in, see if you're callin' me a rat when you're needin' saving from th'fuckin' sharks."

She scoffs, smacking his paw away with playful lightness, splashing water at him with a mean grin.

"Brave words when you're over here groping me," she growls, starting to stalk toward him, finding it funny that the waves barely push at her & reach below her tits while Blue is getting gently lifted-

An [ open ] shirt. So really, he's all up against her abs & chest when she grabs him up. Squeezing him for a quick headbump before putting him back down, softening her stance to let the waves push & pull at her.

"You callin' me a rat, fucker?"

She's got that look in her eye, spoiling for a 'fight'