Never Call Me Ali

Alistair Malone | 25 Years old | Brielle Psychiatric Patient | Antisocial Personality Disorder (with Psychotic modifier) | IED |Mun 18+

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There was something about every interaction the beauty had with Alistair that left her wanting more –– perhaps, it was the way he left her feeling hungry despite filling her to her core or maybe, it was the fact that he knew every single kink she had without ever having a real friendship between them. Nevertheless, Demetria found it SATISFYING that Alistair obviously depending on her to some extent. There clearly was nobody else that he could share encounters like this with, otherwise he would go to them. Why would somebody who hated you keep on coming back for more? Whimpers crawled past the berry colour of her lips, hazels fluttering to a close and screwing up tightly as the feeling of delirium overpowered her mind, sending her into an oblivion. There was something about the DOMINANCE he inflicted upon her that left her feeling so helpless, yet empowered –– his words sending her over the edge as he spun her around like a damaged ballerina, throwing her back against the wall. A small grunt left her lungs, silk pink of her vest beginning to grow creased as the straps had sunk down past her shoulders, leaving her neck and collarbones exposed to his burly palms and mouth, should he wanted to coat her in anymore bruises. Her panties were torn to shreds on the floor already, her lower half completely bare and there he stood, fully clothed as his stance showed who was in charge.  “If you don’t want me saying your name then what do you want me to call you instead? And if you want to see your cock in my mouth –– you’re going to have to ask a little nicer.”

Demi always knew exactly what to say to make Alistair completely crazy. Her give-em-hell attitude drew something deep within the man, something that made him crazy and desperate to prove he could knock it out of her if he wanted to. It was still hazy whether or not Demi knew exactly what Alistair was capable of, but if she did she never showed it. She wasn’t afraid of him and Alistair had no idea whether or not that was something he hated or respected. While Brielle had done him some good - at least the homicidal tendencies had stopped - he still was who he was. Alistair Malone was a man who always took what he wanted. “Little whores don’t get to use my name,” he breathed thickly, mere inches from her face as his hand pressed more firmly against her throat. His free hand have a firm slap to her exposed, wet lips, “I am your Master,” he seethed, “I own you and I own this,” he hissed, two more firm slaps between her legs resonating off the nearby walls. “And I won’t ask for anything. You will willingly give me what I deserve. Because I have what you want. What I want - I will go take from a good girl who knows her place.”

[alistairxtheripper]

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Silk had raised above her stomach pane, giving Alistair full reign of her hips and lower half –– particularly now that the matching shorts had been torn to shreds in a small pile on the floor. Demetria had only just opened the door to him seconds ago and here she was, forcefully pushed up against her own wall as her thighs were spread apart by his own burly palm wanting to explore the POSESSION in which he had claimed as his. “I do want you all the time. You have no idea how much I think about ––“ And just like that, her words were stolen from her vocal chords as a broken moan found its way gliding along her vocal chords. His chest against her spine trapping her in between his body and the wall was enough to send a shiver down her spine, though Alistair had found just the way to driver her crazy. He knew that she loved being treated like a little slut, which only drove his hunger too. Demetria could feel his digits lingering across folds, whilst the length of his singular knuckle slid inside of her with no issues. Immediately, all breath had been stolen from her lungs too, unable to get her words out in one smooth sentence. “–– how much I think about you just bending me over and completely ruining me when I see you out in public. Fuck, Alistair. I’ve missed this. This is how wet you’ve made me –– already.”

He loved to cut her off like that. She talked so much and hearing her words end and become overrun but a throaty, needy moan had quickly become one of his favorite sounds. He grunted as his fingers worked inside her, pushing deep inside before swirling them around and stretching her walls open wider. His free hand remained wrapped around the front of her throat, feeling the vibrations of her moans and gasps against his strong, steady hand. As she spoke, Alistair pushed against the sides of her throat slightly, his other fingers in her deep core, picking up speed and rocking her body in the aftermath of his fingers assaulting her body. “You are very aware that I will bend you over anywhere at anytime I chose,” he reminded, his length starting to twitch beneath his pants. Alistair pulled his hands from her body and turned her around, shoving her body back against the wall a moment. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his rod from its confines. “My name doesn’t belong on your whore lips,” he growled, “Get on your knees and use that mouth for something useful.”

[alistairxtheripper]

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How her and Alistair had found themselves engaging in such hateful encounters was beyond her… They both knew where one another lived and when they needed a release, they would show up; UNINVITED. It just so happened that this time, Alistair was the one who had burst through her front door –– her body pinned to the very wall right next to it, her vocal chords barely given the time to greet him. There was something so incredibly sexy about being treated like a victim in your own home and no matter how forceful the male was towards her, it only caused the brunette to stir more, desperate for the rough grip of his knuckles wrapped around her throat. The feeling had become so familiar, that she craved it throughout every encounter they endured –– though it would come with time. As he pushed her body against the wall in retaliation to her telling him what to do, Demetria let out a grunt as her hazels fluttered shut, pearls chewing on her lower lip as she tried her hardest to let out a few words, despite flinching at the very sting of his palm against her ass cheek. The ripping of the material was just standard by now and honestly, she expected nothing less than for her favourite pair of panties to be ruined by the intimidating grasp of Alistair Malone.  “Who do you think I’m imagining in between my legs when I’m in bed alone, with my hand between my thighs? I’m always wishing you would touch me –– even when you fucking piss me off, I want your hands all over my body, Alistair.” Palms lay flat against the wall, the urge within her stomach begging her to step out of line and do something remotely dominating so that he would throw her back against the wall, grabbing at her body in HUMILIATION as he carried her to whichever area of her flat he wanted

He used her whenever he wanted because he knew she could - who initiated it was hardly the point to him. With her ass bare to him, he gave it another slap of his strong hand, watching it’s firmness jiggle in response. “As you should,” he groaned against her ear, his hand smoothing down over her ass and down between her legs. “Spread your legs,” he ordered gruffly, sliding his hand roughly between her legs and between her folds, threading his digits between them. “You should want me all the time. You should be thinking of only me and what I can give you whenever I decide you should have it.” His fingers continued, wettening from her arousal beginning to drip around them, before sliding one single finger deep into her core.

[alistairxtheripper]

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a starter for ALISTAIR ( @ticxtoc-ontheclock ).

Demetria could sense the HATRED behind his eyes –– Alistair had never been somebody that the beauty considered a close friend and yet, she was completely hypnotised by his entire aura. It was such a rarity to be so infatuated by somebody yet want to rip their clothes off at the same time and here the beauty was, letting Alistair assault her. Each roam of his hands around her body was electrifying, each time he slammed her back into the wall was exhilarating… Whimpers rolled from her tongue, lifting into the air around them as he forcefully turned her forwards so that her chest was pressed against the cold of the plasterboard and she could feel the way his knuckles gripped at each curved peach of her ass. The beauty had lost count of the hateful sex that they had endured in Brielle and here they were –– as two free people, still intertwining themselves with one another. “Just fucking do it, Alistair. Take them off.”

She annoyed the ever-loving-hell out of him. But her need for attention and sex made her an easy mark and he was going to take what he could - literally. He had her in his grasp, his hands gripping at her body, spinning her quickly to press her body hard against the hard surface. His hands gripped hard against her ass, squeezing against the flesh beneath the cloth that covered it. At her order, Alistair growled, knocking her body against the surface again and slapping his palm against her ass - hard. “Shut up, slut,” he growled, “I will do exactly what I want, and you’re going to take it like a good little girl, or I will leave you here all alone, wishing I would touch you,” he threatened, finally deciding to rip the clothing that covered the ass he was currently paying attention to, displaying her bare ass to him as he slapped it again.

[alistairxtheripper]

dixielaminer‌:

Dixie wandered the halls. She’d just had a very awful test in the doctors office and now she couldn’t stop panicking. Was this sickness really not down to something psychological….? She felt sicker at the thought. Dixie was desperate to stop thinking and she was quick to move and sit beside the first person she saw, wanting to engage in an uncharacteristic need for conversation. “Hey… what’s up?”

It didn’t take Alistair long to notice her, the usual sad sack face of Dixie wandering the halls. Though, there was something slightly different about her posture and her face this time. He looked over towards her slowly as she sat down next to him, “Nothing. Just sitting here, as usually. What’s got you all frazzled?”

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wendysortega‌:

“They’re laying eggs in your brain, you know.”

Alistair just stared blankly at the girl’s insane sentence. “Oh right, aliens right?” he huffed, “Well at this point I say let them.”

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tutormika‌:

The brunette stood in her new small room, office, space thing. She wasn’t sure what it could really be called as it wasn’t an office and it wasn’t a room to live in, but rather a space to tutor people or write up lesson plans. She sang a little as she moved folders and files around excitedly before she heard a knock on the door and gasped. She turned around “I’m so sorry was I singing to loud? I do that when I’m excited” she said apologetically.

“And what exactly could you be excited about?” Alistair groaned, a slight sigh huffing from his nose. “But yes, you were loud,” he said, leaning against the door frame.

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dear--sunshine‌:

The sudden sharp pain across her cheek sent a gasp spiraling through her throat. She could feel the welt in the shape of her large hand already forming, gritting her own brittle teeth to fight back the automatic welling of tears in the corner of her eyes. Noah had thought he would stop there, but she was sorely wrong in her assumption as her skeletal figure was lifted from the floor by her sweater. With the strangled sounds of struggling gasps, thin legs kicked restlessly beneath her, words sliding between clenched teeth. He was right, she didn’t know when to stop. “So… it was daddy then,” She spat, somehow managing a pained smirk through her struggle. “What? Little Ali not up to the challenge?” The last words fell from her lips with a grunt as already bruising skeleton collided once more with a tiled floor and a loud THUD followed. Glowering, blazing eyes glared up at him as her phrases left her like venom, foot lifting and kicking forward, aiming for a tender region between his large legs. “Or were you just not good enough?”

“ENOUGH!” He bellowed low and loud, the thunder of his voice echoing off the walls before walking up to the blonde against the floor, her nasty words ringing against his years. She was practically limp already, but he couldn’t stop the heat raising through his body and the anger in his ears. His teeth ground against eachother as he clenched them over and over. With one final move, Alistair’s foot connected hard against her stomach, “learn to shut your god damn mouth,” he growled to the near lifeless girl, stomping away heavily.

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demixrivers‌:

“Oh yeah? Well, if you’re getting laid – give me a name. I only want one. I don’t need you to list off the girls that are desperate enough to jump into your bed.” Demetria found it rather entertaining teasing Alistair and that was probably because of how much he disliked her. The beauty didn’t hate him per se, though she found his entire demeanour IRRITATING. The whole thinking he was better than any other man that roamed the corridors… Sure, he was probably one of the most frightening but the beauty wasn’t scared of him. If Alistair wanted to harm her, then he would have done it already. How easy it would have been for him to sneak up behind her and snap her neck, yet here she was – still walking and still breathing. 

“You let me get you into this shit because you were BORED, Alistair. That is what this shithole is, boring –“ And with that, his fist swung out in ninja style at the first actor that jumped out at them, causing Demetria to jump unexpectedly. It probably wasn’t funny, though she knew what it was like to H U R T people and how entertaining it was… All of her bidding was done emotionally, however. Were Alistair and Demetria really that different after all? They had their own ways of hurting people and feeling a surge of power bolting through their veins… They were just as bad as one another. “Fucking hell, that was quick. What? You mean you don’t want to be trapped in a haunted house with me? I never would have guessed.”

“You’re doing that thing again where you think that I care about what you enough to tell you anything personal about me,” he sighed deeply, growling at the end, side stepping as a ghoul came out with it’s moaning and chain rattling. He hated himself for allowing himself to be here with the girl, but the faster they could get through everything, the faster he could get away from all this. 

He continued to walk through the house, looking over at the decorations and sighing annoyed by the lack luster sound effects starting to ring in his ears. “It is most certainly a shithole,” he agreed with a sigh, looking at the actor back away from the talk, stoic man. His hazel eyes narrowed at the girl, “oh shut up and keep walking.”

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demixrivers‌:

Now being guided in the direction of the ‘haunted house’ by two gruff, burly palms – the beauty tried her hardest not to trip over her own feet with each new push that the male gave, her hazels ignited with a flame that continuously burned with each new insult that left his lips. Honestly? It was rather comical. Alistair did NOT phase Demetria, though he was the kind of person who was capable of terrifying just about anybody. Maybe, she saw something slightly more HUMAN in him than anybody else did… And that was only because she was used to being a fucking asshole too. There was something about Alistair that resonated with the beauty – not in the dominantly aggressive way in which he pursued things but the determination and fire within his stomach that gave him motive. “My clear need for sex? Alistair – I have slept with one person since like… May. You’re just jealous that I’m getting it from somewhere and all you have is that right hand of yours. You spend time with me and you get a commentary tour, come on – I must entertain you a little. God, you’re H O T when you’re pushy.” She teased, flickering her eyes back momentarily to catch the annoyance plastering across his face. There was something deep down inside of the male that gave him basic emotions, even if they had been so hidden by the WEIGHT of every sin he had committed in his past. Demetria would not dare to ask Alistair – not unless in some bizarre world, they actually became friends – though, her guess was as good as the next and she could just tell that Alistair was not a kind person. 

She never would have guessed that he was capable of killing somebody, but causing severe harm? Yes. Had she been going through a vulnerable period; the beauty would have made the perfect TOY for somebody like him… There would be something so satisfactory about watching somebody so sure of themselves crumble under a spotlight, being bent to the will of somebody who was so irritated by them usually. The helpless plead in her hazels to leave her untouched, tear ducts swelling, whites turning bloodshot in ANTICIPATION. The quiver that her body gave each time he ventured near her, worried about what he may do to her tonight to make her feel anything LESS than human. The desire to do whatever he wanted – handing herself over to him when he needed to relieve his stress, mentally preparing herself for any brief second of pain that he may have inflicted upon her whilst she was vulnerable… Unluckily for Alistair though, Demetria was stronger than EVER at this moment in time but maybe that was what he needed – somebody to keep him on his toes. The seductress could act deprived if needs be– she could act broken, she could act like a shell of what she once was, she could be dragged and thrown around a room and she could have been degraded through horrid names, as long as she was getting some sense of ENJOYMENT too. Who knew that Demetria Rivers would have found herself swooning over Alistair Malone? He needed somebody that was capable of keeping up with his every move but more importantly, he needed somebody who could act scared and yet, dominate in her own world too.

“Come on, you piss me off– I piss you off… We’re a match made in HELL.”

“Sure you have,” he growled with an eye roll as she tole him her number of partners, “Just because I don’t broadcast who I fuck does not mean that I am not,” he said simply. When Alistair didn’t get offers - he just took what he wanted. And he’d found plenty of frail, easily maniuplated girls since he’d been dropped into this hellhole. Truth was, he could take Demi if he wanted to. It was be hard, yes, she would certainly put up a fight. So he’d just wear her down first. Every girl had vulnerable moments and he was patient enough to wait her out. At her obvious compliment, another eye roll came from the beastly man, “Be more obvious,” he snarked back. 

“Except I don’t want to be a match at all,” he fired back as they walked into the first spooky room, dark and dusty, with ghouls and goblins around in every dark corner. “This is so stupid. Why do I let you get me into this shit?” he asked, a masked man jumping up from a dark corner and Alistair’s fist went up against the other’s face. It clearly wasn’t enough to be of any actual danger or hurtfulness, but enough to make him go back into his little hole. “Come on, let’s just get this over with so you’ll leave me alone for a while.”

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​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞ (from Ivy)

He opened his mouth to tell the voice exactly how much he would never do that in a million years. But as he turned to see the familiar girl, his objection died in his throat. He took a deep breath, squatting down on his heels in front of her, “You really want to go, hmm? And what are you dressed as?”

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littleivycooper‌:

The child’s eyes went wide. She did not like the sound of that. She shook her head while saying “nope” then added “that is not what I want. Will not watch the movie” she said with a smile like she was doing something good, or behaving well. She looked up at him a quiver on her lower lip and some puppy dog eyes. “Ok” she said quietly. She knew she couldn’t get him to, but she thought it would have been cool.

Usually sad faces did nothing for him - he’d had a girl literally sobbing as she begged for the life he eventually took from her - but he did feel a twinge at the girl’s sad face. He cleared his throat, “Good,” he said simply, happy that she was not pushing the subject. “Alright, well, do we know who is even handing out candy? And you should probably get your costume on.”

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oliviaxaspinall‌:

“Perhaps, haven’t seen the better side yet then” she said with a small smile. “And I’ll make sure I keep that in mind as well, about you being never wrong” she added.

“That was just a guess,” he reminded, “There’s a very large chance the whole place is the hellhole I think it is.” He hummed slightly with a simple head nod, “As you should. It’ll work out better for you if you remember that.”

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Jasper looked over at the guy “What, your walls don’t talk here?” he asked sarcastically with an eye roll. He had no idea what he was trying to do by staring at the wall. Maybe a window would appear if he stared hard enough.

Alistair closed his eyes, exhaling deeply in pure, utter annoyance. “Walls don’t talk period. But if you want to prove you belong here, then please continue talking to in adamant objects.”

[dear--sunshine]

She was quick, he’d give her that. A loud grunt echoed against the walls as he felt the blow of her elbow against his back, his hand loosening his grip of her hair and let go. “Then stay out of my face, Ethiopia!” He barked, taking a step towards her, seething and snarling as he hovered over the frail girl. “You started this, not me. You cannot beat me, bitch,” he glared heavily, his eyes going crazy as the flashes with rage and insanity. His foot kicked against the machine neck to her, toppling over and mostly to be annoying now that she seemed disconnected from it.

   Surprising even herself, Noah held her ground, feet firmly planted in a shoulder wide stance even as the male gruffly stepped towards her. She knew of people like him from reading Antonia’s books, his rational and behaviors striking a chord of recognition in her. ASPD, she decided firmly, crystal eyes blazing below creased eyebrows. A grimace of frustration pulled at her lips momentarily as she barely caught the handle of the machinery, the tug of her tubing more annoying than painful now as she set it upright and slightly behind her. Hit him where it hurts. With a sudden, shocking surge of adrenaline, Noah stepped forward to be toe to toe with the male, gaze locking up with his as a torturous, taunting manner carved into her expression. “Come on, Alistair,” She seethed, “What’s got you so bent out of shape? I know shit show sociopaths like you don’t just pop out of nowhere… so tell me, which was it –  was mummy a crack whore? Or did daddy crawl into your bed at night?”

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Her voice was grating on him - he’s hve to change that. And she sure did not know when to quit - he’d change that too. But suddenly here she was; a toothpick standing toe to toe with the towering man who’s fists were clenched so hard he was shocked blood wasn’t pouring down his fingers. He hissed and growled like a caged animal as he listened to her. “You arrogant fucking whore,” he growled, his hand coming up to slap her hard across the girl’s face. He was seeing red as he grabbed at her again, pulling her close to him by the collar of her shirt. He lifted her easily to meet her eye to eye, her feet kicking and dangling underneath her. “You learn to shut your mouth or I will shut it for you!” He yelled, giving her a body a little shake, “maybe I’ll pull those teeth out one by one - you don’t use them anyway,” he grunted before tossing her to the floor.

[jasperxhills]

The boy sighed staring at the wall “oh look, another glorious morning. It makes me sick.” He said still staring at the wall before he heard someone behind him. He continued to stare at the cement.

[alistairxtheripper]

He came upon the blonde, stopping and tilting his head. “You are aware the wall will not talk back, right?”

[alistairxtheripper]

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞ (from Ivy)

He opened his mouth to tell the voice exactly how much he would never do that in a million years. But as he turned to see the familiar girl, his objection died in his throat. He took a deep breath, squatting down on his heels in front of her, “You really want to go, hmm? And what are you dressed as?”

@littleivycooper

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littleivycooper‌:

“I’ve never seen it but one of the staff ladies told me the main girl is bendy like me!” She said with a giggle.

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“You probably shouldn’t see it. The actress who played the girl in the movie needed a place like this to get over it,” he huffed before he stood up. He hemed and hawed a moment before sighing deep and looking down at her, “Yes, alright. I will take you but I am not dressing up so do not ask.”

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oliviaxaspinall‌:

“You’re not wrong. I mean I guess by fault I agreed to it thinking someone would help me get better.” She said shaking her head “boy was I wrong.” Sure it was more than just getting sick a lot, but that was a pretty good summary.

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“I’m never wrong,” he corrected simply. “And yes you were. Though maybe the medical side of this hellhole stood a better chance,” he huffed.