Alyce Elim-Dean

call-for-brandon:

alyceelim-dean:

She let go of the zipper when he raised her chin, looking up at him. He wanted this as bad as she did, she could tell, but neither of them were impatient. It was a process, and for people like them, quality was key. “I have some practice.” she said, looking up at him with a grin. His voice made her shudder, it was so deep and dark and perfect. She smirked and chomped down on the top of his pants, tugging them down.

Both her unholy smile and the insiduous look reflected on his features as well, a darker mirroring of every person facing their most burning desire, feeling the breath of their demons on the back of their necks, and yet deciding to continue the descent into their own, little, preserved hell. 

He traced his fingers along her blonde hair for a moment, their eyes not parting for a second, and gave in with a small tild of his head, an obvious hint of impatience, and definitely curiosity- though they both knew exactly what would follow. 

It felt good, and that was all that mattered. Tugging down his pants with her teeth until she had room to lean forward, nuzzling her face against him to try to free his dick from the underwear that was confining it, pulling at the fabric with her lips and teeth until she could sink her lips around him with a tiny moan, pleased with herself for not using her hands as requested. 

The entire act served as a distraction. He was all hard muscles under well used skin, hot and tight and willing. But that was only fuel for a fire that had been burning for years. 

Justin: No. I'm not. I just realized some things about you that I'm not comfortable with.
Alyce: .....now.
Alyce: the day after I told you about the killing and the raping.
Alyce: ......right.
Justin: ....right.
Justin: It's not that. It's your um...mental stability.
Alyce: ..... I'm perfectly stable.
Justin: ...Okay. Um..explain to me this, please..
Justin: How do you have an eleven month son when your tubes have been tied for eleven years?
Alyce: .............I... I don't know.
Justin: ...Alyce. What year was your son born?
Alyce: um...2045.
Justin: Okay. Do you know what year it is now?
Alyce: 2056.
Justin: How is that possible?
Alyce: ......I don't know, but he's still little, he's taking a nap right now, if he was like... twelve, he wouldn't take naps anymore.
Alyce: and he wouldn't need me to take care of him.
Justin: Right. Okay so...I'm going to go ahead and leave you to that...I'm just going to...leave, alright?
Alyce: ....okay..... *confusedface*
Justin: ...-walks out.-
Alyce: *okayface*
Justin: .....
Justin: -shakes head- fuckingnutcase.

call-for-brandon:

alyceelim-dean:

*grins and scoots over to him on her knees, putting her hands on his hips and popping his pants button open with her teeth far too quickly to be unpractised, hooks her eyetooth on the zipper and tugs down*

“Don’t you hate wasting time now.” Brandon let out on a playful, amused note, though his words stopped when she got that deliciously close. His languid eyes immediately caught the glimpse of interest, electrified and completely alerted, as he gently places two fingers under Alyce’s chin to raise her head up a bit. 

“Skilled little thing, aren’t you?” the addict whispered in a sanguine, genuinely curious voice, locking her eyes in his gaze. 

She let go of the zipper when he raised her chin, looking up at him. He wanted this as bad as she did, she could tell, but neither of them were impatient. It was a process, and for people like them, quality was key. “I have some practice.” she said, looking up at him with a grin. His voice made her shudder, it was so deep and dark and perfect. She smirked and chomped down on the top of his pants, tugging them down.

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The hot, wriggling body under her, pleading as she rode him, begging her not to hurt him. 

The repo was good, today, he put up just the right amount of fight. Steam. Shower. Hot. Hot. She couldn’t stand it, she never could stand showers, not for the past decade, it was so loud but the blue glow in her veins was overpowering, images flashed before her unbidden. Repoessions, sex, that day, that shower. 

She didn’t even hear the repo man, she should have heard him. Should have heard Mark cry.

Steve pounding into her from behind, growling like a dog, those little pants.

Mark. The park. Vinny was there. Vincent, god fuck, that fucking bastard…

Blood pouring over her fingers, digging through internal organs for what she needed.

The smell of a club, Dare pressed up against her, drugs she couldn’t name in her system. 

Zydrate did a wonder on her system, taking away all of her pain, all of her barriers. Letting her take a shower that she so desperately needed. 

God, it hurt.

red-death-stalking-abroad:

alyceelim-dean:

“Well then, that’s what makes you special.” she shook her head to decline his offer. “I’m going to have to cut someone’s guts out after I finish hanging out with you, it’s never best to do that on a full stomach.” she grinned, but sat backwards in one of his kitchen chairs, her legs wrapped around the back, looking up at him. 

Erik chortled, and before taking a bit of cheese on bread said, ” Oh, how positively charming.” He chewed for a moment, leaning on the edge of his dining room table. “What is it that lead you to become one of Largo’s hired assassins?”

"It’s what I always dreamed of, growing up as a child. Wearing a too-hot suit and going out and listen to men plead for their lives while I rip their organs out of their still-wriggling bodies." she chuckled. "Naw. I killed someone, Rotti bailed me out. Two people, actually. That’s the short version, at least." She leaned back, gripping the back of the chair. "I was a nurse before this. I was going to go back to school, become a nurse practitioner. I worked in the surgeries at GeneCo. The surgeon I worked for wrote me a glowing letter of reccomendation for school. But that didn’t work out because of the killing. Lost my nursing license."