#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 !

[lawkiing-blog]

@monsterbaiit hit the <3

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were following me.” Rafael couldn’t say he’d ever ran into someone involved with one of his cases, once he was done questioning them. He took a sip of his bourbon, and placed both of his elbows on the table, facing the bar.

[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? 

[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.

[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?”