Pyschic Medium

Indie, Selective, & Mature Psychic Medium OC For Capcoms, Resident Evil

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Hello & Welcome All, to my Girls RP blog. She is a Psychic Medium, and has a Demonic Attachment. So this blog is going to be, Dark Themed and Heavily Triggering. Understand, you are being Warned. Allison can be very sweet and very aggressive the next second. Also, I do not tolerate Hate or Drama of any kind here. I am very open and welcoming to all. Please read over my Carrd found below, and note, I made all the graphics found here and on my Carrd. I even made the carrd myself. So, if you like my work and would ever want to commission from me, don't be afraid to approach me and ask.

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"Ah, So you were texting William, good. Then while you have him handy, you can tell him that I have finished up the necessary reports that were due this morning. It will save my having to contact him directly."

The prospect of using this unfortunate circumstance to his advantage somehow manages to calm him down a little. Though the coffee she'd dropped on him wasn't a welcomed alteration to his routine, he accepts it now. The fabric in his hands is strongly scented even after a hard scrub and refuses to let up. Eventually he gives up, turning towards her with an agitated sound that signifies defeat. "It is probably a lost cause at this point. I will simply have to change. I keep spares in my desk for this reason."

If her brother had sense he would too. But Wesker keeps that comment to himself for.

He shakes off his hands and reaches for a few paper towels, distracted temporarily by drying off his hands as she continues to talk. The offer, when it comes up, appears to make him pause ever so slightly.

"You do not have to replace the clothing if that is why you are offering," He hesitates. "I know it was an accident. I cannot demand repayment for something trivial."

William and Anette would've chewed him out if he did. A fact he suspects she already knows even if she might now address it. "You just came back into the area - do you not have friends to reacquaint with? I imagine they are desperate to see you."

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❝ No, I mean if I had done something worse. I would, replace it for you. But honestly, I just thought we could have dinner together. You know, that thing people do to survive. Come over to my house, and I will cook us dinner. And I can discuss with you, about something that maybe you can help me with. ❞

She truly did think that if anyone could help her with her demon problem. It may be Wesker, cause after all, he was a genius and good at creating some very potent, horrible things. So maybe it could help her, in the long run. Her brother didn't have to know about it, mostly cause she didn't want him too. William knew his baby sister had a crush on Albert, and he would read more into it. Then she herself, was actually doing. Besides, he wasn't going to ever give her the time of day, LIKE THAT.

She didn't believe that Albert saw her as anything else then a sibling to William. Smiling, as she saw Wesker give in, turning toward her. She didn't wait, until he gave it to her, she gently reached out and took his lab coat in her hands. And the second she had full hold of it, she turned toward the sink. Picking her purse up, she pulled out a bottle of mouthwash, bleach in a small squirt bottle, and a small toothbrush. Spreading his coat out against the countertop.

She started adding, and mixing the right amount of the liquids that she had in her possession. A low hum starting, as she bent over the counter, which caused her top to rise up, showing of her lower abdomen, and a glimpse of her hips. Since her jeans hung off her hips slightly. It took her a few minutes, scrubbing the spots of coffee until she saw them began to vanish. Then came in with a bottle of soap, to wash away the chemicals. Raising back up, she turned toward him, handing him the lab coat.

❝ There ya go, just let it dry. Or if you want, I can dry it for you, in a timely manner. It is a remedy I created on my own after ruining my favorite evening gown. So, Dinner, what do you say? ❞

[devourhcpe]

Slides onto the dash with a Pumpkin Spiced Iced Coffee, I don't care if Fall hasn't started yet. Morning guys, going to watch some Ninja on Twitch, playing Fortnite ofc. :)

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Allison is judging her entire Dash, But Mostly Just Wesker @manufactoredxbyxdesign

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This was wrong he knew it but it felt so right. There were rules to being an arch angel and one of them was never get romantically involved with anyone. The moment he had been sent to Allison and first met her - there was a pull that he couldn't deny. No matter how hard he fought she was always on his mind. The attraction he felt for her was overwhelming. He had kept his distance, making sure to keep it platonic in nature. Nothing could happen between them but God help him - he wanted her. The more time they spent together, the more that feeling grew, love. He was falling for her hard. Lightest of touches as he let his fingers traces over the flesh of her arms. His body moving in to press flush against her from behind, his arms wrapping around her waist. He could feel her lean back into him, body relaxing. There was no denying that she wanted him as well. Being this close to her caused his body to react and as much as he tried to will his body not to. He he could feel himself growing hard with arousal. It was the way she said his name and the way she grinded back against him that caused a low moan to escape his lips. The sexual tension was thick in the air. You shouldn't be doing this. A voice said softly in the back of his mind but he wasn't strong enough to heed the warning. All he could think about was how good she felt against him. A heat of arousal over took him and for the first time in a thousand years he let himself go. His head dipped down as his mouth ran down the soft flesh of her neck leaving open mouthed kisses. His hands pushed underneath her shirt, exposing skin. This feeling - it was electrifying. He needed more, he needed her. As if he read her mind, he turned her to face him. Those blue eyes locked onto hers as moved in to capture her mouth with his in a heated kiss. One hand coming up to slip into her blonde locks, fingers intertwining in them. His other hand pushed underneath her skirt, finding the most intimate part of her. He needed to touch her, to feel her and to his amazement she was already wet even through the fabric of her panties. With a skilled hand he pushed aside the fabric as he touched her for the first time.

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THIS WAS WRONG, she knew that, but if so. Then why'd it FEEL SO RIGHT! He was an Archangel, Sex, Romance, was forbidden for him. At least with a Human like her, but god she couldn't stop him. Feeling his body press against her from behind, nearly caused her knees to buckle from under her. Yet, his arms around her kept her standing tall. Pressing back against him. Keeping Rhythm with his hips. Her cheeks becoming flushed with heat. She needed him, WANTED HIM.

The sensation of his mouth against her neck, biting gently against her skin left a quake of goosebumps in it's wake. Her hand slipping back, intertwining inside his hair. Tangling around those long blonde locks of his. Her head leaned back, to rest against His shoulder. The daze of sexual electricity had her in it's charge, so much that she hadn't realized he had turned her around to face him. Heavy pink lips fell open, in a low moan as she felt his hand move up her inner thigh.

His fingers finding there way inside her, hitting the most sensitive parts of her. Her moth crashing against his, as she rode the pleasure that had ahold of her. Riding the wave. Locking her arms around his neck, to steady herself. Her moans turned into low whimpers, as she slid her mouth next to his ear. Whispering between her moans. ' Sa m, p- please. Fu -ck me. '

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He is so lost in his own thoughts that even hearing his full name shouted at him does not snap him back to the present right away. The nights spent pouring over notes in the lab, watching the results from behind sterile microscopes and Petri dishes have warped his mind into what could best be described as t.v static.

When he turns finally turns his head to acknowledge whoever is calling out to him, the face that he ends up landing on is one that gives him some pause.

Birkin's sister has been a presence that Albert has refrained from commenting too much on since he began his research with her older brother. She was never a nuisance as far as he recalls, though she hasn't been present in the more recent months.

Stopping to change direction, he quietly notes the bags she appears to be lugging along with her. Back in town - or perhaps here to pay her brother a visit. Without much in the way of an expression, he knows that he doesn't look particularly receptive. But there is little time to concern himself about that because it takes so few steps to actually reach her.

"Allison," He nods in greeting. "I suppose you are back in town for a visit? Your brother will be pleased."

He's not quite sure if that is true or not.

William hasn't said a word about his sister in her months of absence. Annette - whom he sees even less, hasn't mentioned her either. Their words are seldom related to anything besides work these days. Something Albert has never pressed simply because it wasn't his business, to begin with. And he simply wasn't interested in the cliffs and slopes of family tension.

He eyes the bags that are weighing her down. Sighing just soft enough that it's not detectable to passing ears. "Would you like some help with those? I am not sure if he is still there, but William was still at the lab when I was there an hour ago..."

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She didn't know what she was expecting, when she met Albert. She had briefly met him when she was down earlier last year, but then again. She had been dealing with alot, and all she remember was he was very observant, especially of Her. Smiling, to herself she turned to face Him. Of course, she didn't know how long she was going to be here for. She had planned on just checking on William. Since she had not heard from in such a long time, it made no sense to her. Then she raised those blues up, to catch Albert's dark sunglasses. She still didn't understand the shades, all the time. But she never did, judge anyone for there choice of fashion. Albert could be able to tell her why her brother was unreachable for nearly a year and a half.

❝ Albert, the reason I am here. I am worried about my brother, me and him have always been close. We are always talking on the phone at least a couple times a week. And you said, you just saw him, is there a reason I haven't heard from him in so many months. ❞

Course, she knew this was asking alot from him. There was no telling how long he had been working today. Or if he has something he needs to get too. She could ask William herself, perhaps her brother was just angry with her for some reason. Picking up her bags, she gave him a small smile. It was very polite of him to offer, to help her carry her bags. Now, she had to figure out if she was in a fight with William, or if she was going to stay with him until she had to get back to New York City. She couldn't help but feel a little, wary of this city, what with everything that happened here before. She was glad she hadn't been here during it. But her brother had been, and he had filled her in on all of the things that had went down. It had actually scared her pretty bad, and she never got scared of anything. But if that could happen here, who's to say it won't spread world wide the next time. Shaking it off, she nodded toward ' Mr Wears my Shades at Night. '

❝ Yea, thank you Albert. That would be helpful, there not heavy, I promise you. ❞

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Thread Ideas w/ Allison's Ships.

Allison x Wesker @manufactoredxbyxdesign Allison x Sam Balon @unholyrequiem

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@manufactoredxbyxdesign | .con from Here

She couldn't remember exactly what it was that started it all. But she remembered that it had been her who had made the first move. True, she had detested him, just his over all views on humanity and how they needed to be killed, pissed her off so much. But somewhere along the way, working beside him and her brother. She had started feeling some kind of way toward the villain. Maybe it was the bad boy exterior that he carried, she wasn't sure.

But she remembered asking him to have a simple dinner with her, just so she could discuss some ideas she had on, how to deal with her, Demon Problem. And now, she was waking up next to him, that was something she didn't see happening. And yet, she could do nothing but watch him, eyes drinking in every movement, every reaction. He seemed, like he was trying to get away from her. Maybe cause she was the kid Sister William. She had came right out and asked him, she never did have a filter. Allison wasn't the type that ever got embarrassed by anything.

She felt her lips pull back into a smile as she watched him pick up her clothes and neatly fold them. Placing them beside her on the bed. It caused her to giggle , slightly as she pushed herself up off the bed. To sit next to him. It was the small things like this, that she could see an actual sweet soul under all of that awful bad boy layers. Movie closer as she heard him say that it would be hard to ignore someone like her. She didn't know if he meant that, as in, he was falling for her. Or as in, she was to bubbly, that it made her somewhat annoying and , no one could ignore that. It didn't matter really, it was what followed that caused her to place a hand on his arm.

❝ I didn't really think it would be. What happened between us, I started. I kissed you, I never thought you'd kiss me back, Look, I am starting to fall for you. But, if this was just a fluke and nothing more. I'd rather know now, so I don't do anything similiar later on. So tell me, where do we stand, Albert? ❞

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@wewantwar .con from Here

' No one is going anywhere ' ' You know I love you. '

Was he fucking serious, this was a prison. And nothing he could say or do right now, was going to cause her to fall to his lies anymore. She was done, she hated him more then she loved him. Being cheated on was one thing, but being used as a goddamn punching bag was a whole other entity. Her face was dark, casting shadows across her complexion.

She meant it, this time she wanted him gone. And at this point she didn't care if she was arrested, there came a time a woman's life. When she had to take a stand, and this was that day for her. Stepping back from him, she let her legs maneuver her away from the wall.

Her eyes were burning through him now, keeping him in her vision as she started backing up. Until her back hit the far side of the room, and her hand felt her purse handle rubbing against her leg. She knew she didn't have very long to do this, but she had to end this.

Even though she highly doubted this sick fuck was even human anymore. Right now, she only figured the bullet would bring him down long enough for her to get her shit and leave. Where she went, was beyond her in this moment. But staying here was out of the fucking question.

One hand reached back, slipping inside her already unzipped purse. And instantly, she felt the cold metallic touch her fingers. She didn't waste any time, before she pulled it out. Her right finger hovered over the trigger, stopping in her spot. Her entire body was still, no shaking, no fear, just anger and revenge flickered through her eyes. Her head slightly tilted, as blonde locks spilled across her shoulders.

❝ No, I am not going to listen to a GOD DAMN THING You have to say anymore, Chris. Your I love You and I am sorry's aren't going to work on my anymore. I can see through your bullshit. Now, I am walking out of here, alone. If you come anywhere near me, I will fire. ❞

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He had played the part so well. He had fooled so many into believing that he was this hero, the golden boy. It was all lies - a perfectly placed facade. Chris had a way with people, knew how to persuade and manipulate just about anyone. It didn't help that he had charm, charisma and good looks. If only those around him knew what he did behind closed doors. He was a literal monster, a sociopath that lacked empathy and love was meaningless. He was always the type to go after what he wanted and not give a shit if they were married, in a relationship, he didn't care. Problematic but nothing he couldn't take care of. Then there was Allison. Chris had met her through his job, and things kicked off quickly between them. The more time he spent with her the more he learned everything about her. Which only made him become obsessed with her. Marriage wasn't something that wasn't sacred to Chris. It was only another way to control Allison even more. The demonic attachment she had only interested him more. He had no intention of helping Allison get rid of it. No, he wanted to see how this went. Things had started off good, he played the loving husband for the first month of the marriage. Just another way of luring his wife into false pretenses. It was when he really let his true nature show - that violence came with it. His moods could change at any time. He could become jealous when anyone talked to Allison. He would fly into a rage at any second. He has laid hands on her, beaten her. There was always that need to remind her who she belonged to. The fights would get so bad that she would kick him out, tell him it was over. Only for him to come back and it would start all over again. She loved him and he knew it - used it to his advantage every time. He wasn't faithful, and he could be gone for hours before he would come home. He never hid what he did. He got satisfaction out of what it did to her. He was sex addict. Today though was going to be hellish for Allison. What did Chris see before pulling into the drive of their home. Some guy leaving and in a hurry. The door burst open, swinging open wide and slamming violently against the wall. Chris stepped inside, only taking a moment to close it behind him. The familiar burning of rage swelled in his chest. Hands clenching into fists. He could hear Allison's voice in kitchen. He stalked into the kitchen silently watching her. She was talking to her brother it sounded like - he had heard her mention William's name. Her back was facing toward him and she didn't seem to hear him approaching. Chris stopped just behind her. In that split second he snatched the phone out of her hand ending the call. His other hand coming to grab by the throat as he pulled her back against him. His other hand wrapping around her waist to hold her in place. "Who was he? the one that just left the house Allison?" He said through clenched through teeth. "Who the fuck is he." His voice raised in volume, that German accent thicker than ever on his tongue. He leaned in making sure to press her hard against the kitchen counter. "Do I need to remind you who you fucking belong to again."

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❝ -------- Yes, William I am sure. He told me that he would look further into it. And that he may know of someone who can help. I love you for this, but you don' - ❞

She felt the rough hand snatch the phone from her fingers. Those rough hands wrapped around her, invading her personal space. She didn't need to see there face, she already knew exactly who it was. Chris!! He was getting better and better at sneaking up on her. And she scolded herself every time for allowing it. Her hands raised, clawing with her nails at his hand as it wrapped around her throat. His other arm, holding her back against him, by her waist.

The feeling of his breath against her ear, caused a shiver to dance along her spine. Not in a sexual way, but more in a pissed off kinda way. She heard his gruff voice, press against her ear. Crystal Blue hues darkened, like a thunderstorm brewing behind those half lidded lashes. He wanted to question her about who someone was, he saw. What about the many times she has came home and saw some fucking ugly bitch half naked, flittering down the sidewalk. Her right hand kept digging at his hand around her neck. Sharp nails penetrating flesh, until she drew blood.

Nails pride fingers off her throat, so she could speak. And something inside her moved behind normal bright eyes. The nails became sharper, and she didn't recognize her own voice as she began to answer him. But, she chalked it up to her anger. She was so fucking pissed, she couldn't see straight.

❝ First of all, Asshat! How the fuck do you expect me to answer, when your choking the life out of me. ❞

That last part of her voice came out sounding almost, mechanical. The Demon was sick of his shit too, it seemed. On normal occasions, she would be fighting the Demon she had attached to her. But right now, she didn't care. Usually, this foul bitch laughed at her, and taunted her while Chris beat her for a inch of her life. So to have her fucking pissed too, Allison would take it.

❝ Are you jealous, Chris! That maybe someone else has there dick inside of me. Aren't you Sad , how much you think I am UNDER YOUR Control. ❞

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He resists the compulsion to tell her not to use affectionate nicknames with him. But somewhere between trying to get away to scrub the stain and wondering if anything kept at one of the nearby sinks could remedy it besides soap keeps him distracted long enough to allow it to pass.

The two of them do little to fix it. Indeed, by Wesker's estimations, it only seems to worsen no matter what is attempted. Between the agitation of being pulled away from work, and wondering why she was so distracted in the first place that she did not see him, he eventually relents.

"It's pointless. I'm going to have to wash it." He declares as he unbuttons the stiff white labcoat and peels it away. Annoyed that the sleeve of his shirt beneath has also suffered some damage.

Luckily, it can be rolled up. Which he does so hastily, knowing that he'll likely be questioned later about not keeping up standard uniform (and cleanliness).

There is a slight pause as he listens to the remark. An innuendo of sorts, one that makes his mouth tighten ever so slightly. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't go around giving people in the lab second-degree burns. It will be rather difficult to justify the sudden incline in laundry cleaning to our higher-ups."

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′ The Higher Ups ‵ , She thought that Wesker wasn't the type that followed rules. Or bothered to care what ' THE HIGHER UPS ' thought or said. But, he also could be playing a game, a game for what reason. She had no idea about. But he was extra fussy today and she didn't know why. Arms crossed taught over her stomach, as she watched him. She could get this stain out and have him back in his lab, or wherever it was, he was supposed to be, quickly. But he was to fucking proud to let her take over something so trivial.

❝ I'm sorry, for texting my brother. Instead of paying attention to my surroundings. Let me help, I know how to get these stains out, fast. And maybe I can treat you to dinner tonight? To make up for it, what do you say? ❞

Soon as she asked, she already regretted it. He was going to shoot her down, and treat her like a child. Like a kid sister to his Colleague, and not as a capable, smart woman that knew what she was doing. Even if she had a nasty demonic attachment. The hell if she was going to let it hold her back.

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WHO WANTS A STARTER FROM THIS CUTIE?

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@devourhcpe [ continued from here ]

It was the way she said his name. Her touch sending every fiber of his being a flame with desire. She had an effect on him and all he wanted to do was drown in her and forget everything else. The way her body pressed against him, flush against his own. He couldn't deny her. He wanted her just as much. Ever since they had been together, she's been the only thing that's been on his mind. His hands instinctively explored her body once more. His back hit the wall as she pushed him back. Those blue eyes burned with arousal as they locked with hers. His hand slipped into her blonde locks to rest at the base of her neck - fingers intertwining in them. He bent his head down as his lips crash against hers, tongue slipping inside as he tasted her. A primal growl vibrated through his chest. He was already hard and straining painfully in his denim jeans. With little to no effort he picked her up. He flipped them around, pushing her back against the wall. His mouth ran down her jaw to her neck, leaving opened mouth kisses to nape of her neck with tongue and teeth. His hands slipped under her shirt, one skillful hand unclasping her bra. He never had anyone make him this feral. He needed to be inside of her but he didn't want this to go to fast. He wanted this also to be about her. With one swift motion he tore her shirt off over her head, throwing it somewhere across the room. Sam tilted his head as he let his tongue run over one of her nipples and a noise came from him at the taste of her. He moved down, worshipping every inch of her as his knee hit the ground. His eyes stayed on her face watching. He pulled off her skirt and panties. He moved in as he let his tongue run over folds of her most intimate place, his eyes never leaving hers. He let out moan at the taste of her, his tongue began to work over her clit over and over before sucking it between his teeth. His mouth working her slowly, his hands gripping her thighs, fingers digging into flesh.

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THE TASTE OF HIM ON HER LIPS, was so intoxicating that it stirred something deep down inside her. Rocking her hips against him, in slow movements. Those blonde locks falling back behind her shoulders as her head flung back. Eyes closing as the desire and need rode her body. Hands moving along his body, to settle on his shoulders. Her breath hitching in her throat, as she felt Sam pick her up, her own back now pressing into the wall behind her. Long slender legs, raising to wrap around his hips. Instinctively rocking her hips against his bulge, now forming in his denim prison.

Her head fell back as she felt his mouth move down to her neck, and across her jawline. Pink nails curved into his shoulders , as his mouth moved down, and with the removal of her top, and bra, wrapped around her nipple. Half lidded eyelids , she kept glancing down at him as he made his way down her body. That mouth of his was like fire against her skin, burning, teasing, electrifying. Eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt the coolness of air sweep across her body. As he removed her skirt and panties. His mouth moved in, and his tongue brushed across her , causing her body to arch up into him.

Hand moving to intertwine in his hair. God she wanted him, wanted to feel him fill every part of her. But the sensation of his tongue, flicking across her intimate parts, sent her into a place of bliss, that she couldn't return. One hand moved, to settle behind her head. Working as a anchor, to try and keep herself standing. The other hand still sank into his hair, as eyelids started to flutter now. Glancing down ever so often, to catch him staring up at her, in such a way that it caused her to loose all control. A sound from deep within her began to bubble up from her chest. A whiny, tangle of moans and breaths. Fucks sake she didn't want him to stop, ever.

❝ ------- Oh ------- God don't stop, ----------Sam, ❞

She whimpered, her words coming out in gasps her voice failing her as it cracked. She could ride his mouth until tomorrow night if it was possible. The feeling of this Man, this Angel between her legs, was something that she could not begin to deny.

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So I will be here for a little bit, then I am going over to @souldevoured, to tackle I owe 9[[ drifts, 3 starter's and 7 inox.