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[bisnero]

“grip” but hit me with that sexual tension.

Send “grip” to grip my muse’s jaw in your muse’s handRomantic, platonic or threatening it is up to you!

Eli had to be high. That or he thought his bluff was worthRafael’s WRATH. Still, the gangster smirks as he leans intothe hold. When the guy had grown a pair was beyond himbut when that hand begins to tug him DOWN, he follows.

And soon he’s on his knees, in front of grimy denim and a partiallyunzipped fly. He’d look up at the gringito’s eyes, daring himto speak up, to tell him to SUCK HIS COCK like a real man.

Would he go through with it or would he lose whatever nervehe had? 

[operaticflair]

@monsterbaiit

It wasn't unusual to have fans become admirers, even a small handful of stalkers. The legal team that kept Gideon Berkowitz safe threw restraining orders when they needed to, but they thankfully hadn't needed to very often. But something was happening. There was a man, frequently with bruises, but that wasn't what always caught his eye, those eyes, piercing and blue, and they were always watching him. At first, it was a little odd, but nothing really got his gut, made him think it was anything but random chance. Even in a city this big, people could run into people. 

But then it wasn't just random chance. Then, Gideon was sure he was being followed. He wanted to make sure---absolutely certain---that he was indeed being followed before reporting it to his lawyers, or the police, so he kept an eye out. And one day, there he was, across the street. He's taking wide strides, the light's about to turn in his favor, and he storms across the street, right towards him. The man comes straight for him, too, pushes him out of the way, and all he hears is the colossal thud as a car hits the man.

Had his stalker had just saved his life? 

"Ach, gott! Why did y--" he's scrambling over to the man, hand on the side of his face, "Don't move, please, you could be very hurt, ja?" His phone's out, dialing 911 and giving their information. "W-why were you following me? Why did you l-let yourself g-get hit like t'hat?" and frankly, as rattled as he is, the other man is lucky he hasn't slipped completely into his native language.

[thanagrian-a]

"heaven must really be shitty if its angels are escaping here."

“you humans just love assuming things, don’t you?” it wouldn’t be the first time someone’s made the mistake of calling her an angel. took her a while to understand why at first, until she got to know earth better. but she’s not some figure from their religious mythology. she came from out there among the stars; not their lofty idea of heaven. her own planet is far from that particular vision of paradise.

she scoffs at him and crosses her arms over her chest, twitching a wing as the breeze ruffles her feathers. “i’m an alien, not an angel. and i didn’t escape from anywhere. i’m here because i want to be.” her eyes narrow while she sizes him up. “you got a problem with that?”

@monsterbaiit

[highrollr-blog1]

CLEAR EYES ARE SCANNING THE CROWD  while she leaves a lipstick stain behind on the glass in her hands.  she knows she should hate being back in this atmosphere , for the only reason she had the time to be here now was because she was no longer a cop.  and yet , she doesn’t.  actually , it’s far from it.  in fact , she’s found herself thriving on it.  the six inch heels and bodycon dress had been a big switch from the button ups and boots , but she wasn’t likely to be found complaining.  not anymore.  she takes another sip of her drink in the midst of her scanning , but her gaze stops shifting when she sees him. there’s something intriguing about him and oh .... the way he’s looking at her.  there was no turning back now.  

AN ALLURING SMILE FALLS UPON  pomegranate red lips as she approaches , while she swirls the alcohol around in her glass with a subtle flick of her wrist.  ❝  how long you been starin’ , hmm?  you coulda come over and said somethin’ .... i don’t bite.  usually.  ❞

@monsterbaiit !

[alwaysfine]

BLONDE HAIR HANGS IN LOOSE CURLS  around her face as she pushes through the sea of people around her.  her and fin had gone undercover at a club suspected to be a hunting ground for one of their perps.  she’s wearing a black dress with sparkly earrings that dangle from her ears and black high heels that add an extra five inches to her height.  so far they’d got nothing , and amanda just needed some fresh damn air.  trading shifts with another detective , amanda disappeared out back and had to do a double take when she noticed someone who look an awful lot like sonny carisi.  ❝  i thought it was just fin and i goin’ uc t’night.  ❞  heels click on the ground as she approaches , her eyebrows immediately shooting upwards as she lets out a short , dry laugh.  ❝  sonny , where the hell did you even get that outfit? i hope to the dirty devil you didn’t have that hidden in your closet.  ❞

@monsterbaiit gets the thing !

[starxshine]

“touch me.”

...Well. 

It’s less of a request and more of an order, the way Eli says the words. Simple words, really. Almost from the first moment they met, beyond her threatening him with a shotgun filled with magically enhanced bullets if he didn’t get off her damn lawn, they’ve been lovers without the actual lovers part. Emotionally, spiritually. And yes, even on some form of a physical level. 

It seems he wants to seal the deal.

She has no problem with that, her hands laying flat against his chest. It’s a nice chest. Almost as good as her’s. She feels the inhale of his breath under one palm, the strong beat of his heart under the other. Then her hands are moving, stroking, taking in the feel of lean muscles, the sharp angles and planes. As lovely as a woman’s body is, a man’s is just as beautiful. Even more so, in someways. 

Eli’s is no exception to this, and she relishes every chance she has to touch him. 

Now, however, is different, because she can touch him not just with her hands, but her lips. With her hair. With her breasts. With every part of her own body. She does so, knowing he needs the tenderness, the intimacy, of another human. The fire that only two bodies can produce. She’s all too happy to give him this. 

She wants it, needs it, too. 

[gatekeepcr]

@monsterbaiit replied to your post: sorry but what jax did to wayne in ‘red rose’ , ...

god bless.

in this house we only worship satan.

[recquiec]

@monsterbaiit / sc. 

SHE DOESN’T LIKE HIM !    the sight of him strikes a fear into her unknown in AGES, and she doesn’t understand why.   Something swirling like wrath, a haze and fog.  She wants to hide.  She wants to drown him.    Drown him like he drowned her --- no, that isn’t right, is it ?   She seeks clarity but it doesn’t come.   She watches him, hides and peers behind the sprawling trees and her hesitance calls the FOG.  It swirls, unprecedented mist, obscuring his path forward. 

How can she make him leave ?   She doesn’t want him here.   He frightens her. 

He isn’t like the villagers who wander in or the women leaving flowers for their departed men.  He’s dangerous -- she doesn’t like him.  

[bisnero]

“ … is there something you want? “

❝ Y’wanna fuckin’ die?  ❞

And he’s shoving his gun right beneath the other’schin. The shipment he’d been waiting on was light and,here Eli was, a thumb up his ass.  

[ghostdrawn-blog]

"you're stuck. the goal is to get you ... unstuck."

            ❝ I…..don’t like to think of myself as ‘stuck’.  There’s just a lot of things I have yet to see or do, and…..I miss being alive, I guess.  Unfinished business. ❞

                  SHE SMILES SOFTLY AS SHE SPEAKS  ,  HANDS TWISTING  &  TURNING THE FABRIC  of her shirt as she does so.  gemma doesn’t  feel  stuck  ,  so to speak.  but she offers no argument or malice  ,  eyes turning up towards him as if she expects him to  COUNTER  her points.

[o177-blog]

@monsterbaiit gets some SPOOKY SHIT.

   It feels as if he’s walked into an invisible, brutally cold shower. His entire body is flushed in ice at the words still hanging in the air between them and the revelation that they carry. Really, it shouldn’t surprise him       it’s not so far a leap from learning that his boyfriend was actually an immortal to THIS       but this changes everything. Mike shifts his weight and the old floorboards creak beneath him as his eyes focus over Eli’s shoulder to the silent old woman leaning against the wall, arms crossed disapprovingly. Perhaps at him. “I see dead people?” He repeats, though his voice doesn’t rise enough to turn it into a question and the words fall into a flat statement. “No. No, look at her. She’s RIGHT THERE, Eli!”

[everythingdies-blog2]

Gimme that K, wonderboy.

Kiss Meme: (Accepting)

10. Neck kiss

Sam’s sober, but Eli isn’t, and Sam’s got no idea where the sliding scale on consent lands when the drunk guy is the one who has you pressed up against the brick facade of your building, lips dragging hot and wet against your neck. 

Sam’s not complaining. He probably should be, but the only sound he’s making right now is ragged breathing, fingers kneading against the fabric pulled taught over Eli’s back. 

(Eli’s everything screams ‘broken’ like he’s the worst of Dad and Dean combined. But Sam’s decided he can fix him, and there’s no going back now.)

Teeth drag against his skin, and Sam knows he’s going to be wearing remnants of this for days. 

Maybe that’s what Eli wants. 

“It’s okay to be relieved.”

He can hear that derisive snort coming, even before it’s breathed against his skin. 

“It’s okay to be glad you’re alive.”

[godforsakenthing-blog]

But whoa hold up I also ship Dean with Eli. Because I'm trash. Because they know the other can handle themselves but it doesn't stop them from, like? Worrying. And keeping an eye out. They have each other's backs, physically. They can hunt together all day and all night. But when it comes to their relationship, wow. They are a mess? Neither of them thinks highly of themselves. Eli literally cares about Dean more than he cares about himself. But they don't admit this shit ever. Ahhhh.

Ship Meme: (Accepting)

[biigbcssa2]

"Yeah, right. God ain't a real thing -- and if he was? He wouldn't bother hangin' around someone like me."

It wasn’t the sound of his name or the words spoken against him, he was used to it. Words were nothing but that when they were spat like that...but what it hurt, was the way his child would see himself and how something that could be seen as a gift, had found it’s twisted way to be turned into a curse.

One that he knew very well...he really couldn’t blame him...maybe next time, this could turn into a prayer.

[raiinonme-a]

monsterbaiit replied to your post: anyway since i moved bobbi to her own blog i...

papiiiiii

i choked

[empathickally]

" don't do that. don't read me or whatever it is you do. "

Jarrett balked a little. “Y’know I can’t just turn it off, right?” He could pay attention and actively dig deeper, but even with his barriers, he could still feel basic emotions off everyone he was anywhere near. “I can ignore it all right, but I just wanna make sure y’understand I can’t help if I pick up on somethin’, okay?”