AGENT.

JESS MURRAY. an indie, selective, mutuals only Resident Evil OC.

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A selective, independent & mutuals only Resident Evil OC: Jess Murray. 18+. Triggering and dark topics present.

Mutuals only. Infected by Bam.

Side blog to @hxstxluego.

Rules & info under cut.

No God modding. Self explanatory - don’t control my muse and I won’t control yours!

No metagaming. Self explanatory! Let’s keep avenues free to explore in threads and asks!

18+ ONLY. If you are under 18, do not follow me. If i find out you’re lying, you will be blocked immediately.

Shipping. Chemistry is a must! I'm happy to plan or go as the breeze takes us. If you ship it, I probably do, too! I'm also a huge fan of ships that aren't romantic!! Give me all of it!

Any mentions of Leon, unless specified, link to my portrayal tagged above. I've had issues about that before and want to clarify!

Thanks for reading <3

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Now I'm back and giggling over Jess again, is this the time I finally make an in depth post about her father's time in Vietnam and how that influenced his working with Umbrella?

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New starter call because of my hiatus... not sure the length, I'll let the muse guide me!

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I AM ALIVE !!! I'm planning on doing a reply or two here today, perhaps even reblog some bits — can you believe the Alan Wake Phasmaphobia update is what gave me this muse??

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POV: you're in the S.T.A.R.S. office and the new rookie (Jess) is going on about how the new DX stable in the WWF is going to be crazy (you have literally no interest bc you're trying to follow up on cannibal murders)

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Jess is a huge wrestling fan! She doesn't really take her holiday days (usually she's forced to by the DSO), BUT she tries to go to Wrestlemania every year and, on more rare occasions, other ppvs or RAW/Smackdown.

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Guys I'm having many fucked up Jess thoughts. Maybe mixed in with some bootcamp stuff........ I might be cooking.

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Guys what would your muse do if they witnessed Jess going absolutely fucking insane? Biting someone's throat out? Beating someone, or something, to death with her bare hands? Drenched in blood? Licking the blood from her knife?? Torturing someone????

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Jess is lowkey fucked up. She's lowkey fucked in the head. She lowkey is unhinged. She lowkey would be outcast from society if people knew what she really thought in some situations. She is brutal. She can be brutal. She can tear someone limb from limb with her teeth. But she chooses to TRY and be better. She chooses to appear normal by directing it all towards b.o.ws.

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ALIEN (1979) dir. Ridley Scott

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I'm alive!! Jess is alive!! Y'all are gonna suffer from my success rn!!

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@houndw0lf - NSFW Cont.

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Chris' confirmation had Jess' heart leaping to her throat, bare thighs clenching together as her grin widened. His gentle touch elicited a heavy exhale as she steadied her breathing once more. It was in preparation of continuing with what she'd already begun, of what he clearly needed.

But then he said it. ' good girl ' . The phrase had her already flushed cheeks growing more violet, gaze averting from his briefly as her lips pursed. Trying not to show how much it affected her but EMBARRASSED by the reality. Her pussy throbbed for attention, clit aching to be touched. In response she simply shifted where she knelt.

Was their current situation acceptable? Probably not. If anyone else found out, their entire professional career could be on the line. But that clarity lasted only briefly. When his thumb began to caress her warm skin and he told her the plan? How it'd be? PROMISED? She couldn't say no. She wouldn't say no. Even if he had turned around and announced that only he'd be getting off tonight, she'd have stayed and enthusiastically done her job anyway.

God, she really was a whore, huh?

"Yes, Captain." Jess replied teasingly, an underlying mocking to her tone that she hoped he noticed.

Without further fanfare, she grasped his cock at the base and allowed him to guide her down with no resistance. Once more her lips wrapped around his tip, tongue swirling and teasing before she sunk down further. Until he was filling her mouth and hitting the back of her throat. Until she was gagging softly around him, peering up to meet his gaze with her own glazed-over eyes.

She set a deliberately slow and almost torturous pace that didn't take him as far down her throat as that initial sink down, waiting to see how long it'd take until he got impatient. Her hand cupping his balls squeezed gently, rolling them with an expertise that rose questions — but, God, did she know what she was doing.

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Chris was saying and doing all the right things to have Jess moulded like putty in his hands. Harsh grip on her hair was met with a half choked moan of approval, pace quickening with excitement and desire that she couldn't suppress. Her ENTHUSIASM was infectious, if not overwhelming.

Chris wasn't a huge talker like Leon was. He didn't usually run his mouth and have her panting before they'd even kissed. But whenever he did say something, the hitting power was immense. Once again the praise fluttered her stomach, walls clenching around nothing as her clit throbbed for attention. She rubbed her thighs together as best she could, and if her mouth wasn't stuffed with his cock, she'd have whimpered.

Nodding between swirls of her tongue and choking on his length, Jess quickkened her pace again. Encouraged him to grab her hair harder with a free hand reaching up to cover his currently tangled in dark brown locks. She squeezed around him, and he'd be absolutely correct in saying that she was being DESPERATE.

The hand at his balls grew rougher. Not enough to hurt, but firm enough to, hopefully, have him seeing stars. Each gag bought tears closer to her eyes, but she loved it. Thrived in it. Wanted to see how long it'd be until her either came down her throat or yanked her away.

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You're never going to be this person again.

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@inkrbbn - Cont.

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[TXT: Sexy Kennedy] You know I like it. <3

[TXT: Sexy Kennedy] I just don't like waiting.

[TXT: Sexy Kennedy] The door is unlocked and I'm in bed. I'm expecting you in 5. Is that doable for the great Leon Kennedy?

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𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝔸ℝ𝔼 ℂ𝕌ℝ𝕊𝔼𝔻 !

An indie & selective very nice, very evil portrayal of Danhausen. Kayfabe only. 18+. Multiship & multiverse. oc friendly. Verses include Resident Evil.

Cursed by Bamhausen.

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"there isn't any god and when you die you're just dead"

𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐫𝐛𝐛𝐧 : indie, selective, mutuals-only multimuse for resident evil. featuring leon kennedy and carlos oliveira. loved by wes. cst. 18+ only.

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@viralrequiem - Plotted Starter!

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Leon had dropped off the face of the planet. One night they were hanging out at her place, beers on the go and some God awful television show on in the background. Maybe a wolfish game of hot or not ( which, admittedly, ended in more laughter than scandalous revelations ) , and to top it off they ordered some takeaway. But the next night after that? Radio silence.

The agency put her on desk duty, which in of itself wasn't odd. But what was, was the empty seat beside hers. Leon hadn't come into work. Then the next day he didn't show up, either. Nobody mentioned it. He didn't pick up. She felt insane. So, of course, the next logical step was thinking that there was some grand CONSPIRACY afoot. Jess was going to singlehandedly take it down.

It took two weeks for her to find out where he was. Thanks to help from some insider friends that were happy to risk their jobs and possibly their lives, she had found his location: a quiet two story house in some quiet suburban neighborhood — freshly mowed grass, shiny mailboxes, white picket fence...The American dream.

Jess had been stood staring at the house for at least an hour. She was CONFUSED. Thoroughly. Because what the fuck was Leon Kennedy doing in a place like this for the last two weeks? No contact, no warning, no creepy text from an unlisted number telling her he was okay. She had worried about him, had concocted a nation-wide conspiracy that wasn't even remotely true, apparently, and... what an asshole.

She strode up to the door with unmatched CONFIDENCE, a certainty to her movements that made it feel like she belonged there. Stilling at the wood, she BANGED with enough force that the door screamed on its hinges. And when it was yanked open, she scoffed audibly.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Her voice was raised. Jess wasn't yelling, but she wasn't exactly speaking in a hushed tone. She was clearly angry and annoyed, heart thumping with the realisation that she had just wasted the last two weeks. "Not even a damn text?"

From the next house over, the curtain twitched. The man inside, Leon's target and a high ranking bioterrorist, had heard the commotion and was checking to see what was wrong.

Yep. His cover was going to be blown if he didn't sort this out quickly.

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The moment that grin met his lips, Jess had a feeling that whatever she'd forced her way into wasn't going to be good. She offered no resistance as his arms entrapped her, pulling her flush to his chest with a warm familiarity usually spared over some bottles of alcohol and hearty reunions. This was neither, but she was EXPERIENCED enough to know when to follow his lead.

His cheek brushed hers and gave her pause; brows furrowed tightly, gaze glancing at what she could see of the house that was evidently his. Attempting to piece together a cohesive story. His breath, hot on her ear, made Jess' cheeks flush a soft shade of red. Wide eyes lent no aid in deciphering his cryptic words, but it certainly made it look like he'd said something INAPPROPRIATE.

"I came looking for you." She murmured in reply, copying his own tone and hushed worry as if rehearsed. "What's going on?"

Jess eyed him as he straightened, mirroring his demeanour ( and, honestly, a little bit worried about why HE was panicked ) and offering a smile of her own. His hand moved, her foot stepped — but then a voice. Someone clearly concerned and, perhaps, a little bit suspicious.

Turning, Jess greeted him with a wave. Cheeks still tinged red, a BLUSH solidifying itself, and clinging to Leon's side like glue. She wrapped an arm around his hips, hand resting and fingers toying with the leather of his belt. She pulled it loose, almost out of a loop before, with force that she was sure he felt, she pushed it back in.

A little help would be great about now.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your afternoon." She offered, accent light and welcoming to the ears. The neighbour clearly hadn't expected someone non-American, for a flash of confusion hit his face. "We were just going inside."

The neighbour studied her for a split second, not wanting to come off as rude but clearly not sure what to make of this. His gaze flicked to Leon then, a brow arched inquisitively. He waited for another second to see if anything would be said, and when it didn't he cleared his throat.

"Who's this then, Leon?"

Yeah. Who IS she? Jess looked up at the man in question expectantly, gently leaning into his side as a way of backhanded support. As if reminding him that she's was there would even remotely help. She was lacking any and all context, and feared that opening her mouth would fuck BOTH of them over.

So, Jess decided to allow Leon to speak.