hi best friends!! i’ve been having a really rough time recently and i’ve fallen SUPER far behind in school so i think i’m going to be off tumblr for a hot sec. i have another jill x fem!reader written up so i’ll post that tonight and that’s the last you’ll be seeing of me for a few weeks :)
AUTHOR’S NOTE: HIIII i told y’all i wrote some hurt/comfort. this is not beta read!!! i have been kindaaaa sick and delirious? so if it’s kinda shit i am. sorry. anyways that’s all i love jill valentine :)
DESCRIPTION & WARNINGS: GUNSHOT WOUND!!! blood, description of “diy” (LMFAOOSHAKSG) surgery. gn!reader x jill, established relationship. just hurt/comfort w jill. takes place during re3 :)
“fuck,” you groaned, leaning on the wall in the gated alleyway. “are you okay?” jill immediately crouched before you as soon as she made sure that nothing threatening was in here with you both.
“it, hng — really hurts,” she rolled up your shirt, seeing the bullet in your side.
you were both being chased by that big fucking thing, and it somehow was able to get a shot in on you. jill and you were the only stars members alive (or in town for that matter). the brunette was able to throw the beast off your tail before getting you somewhere safe to treat you.
“i know baby, i know,” she recovered the wound with your shirt, getting up to try and open the red door to your right. if you would guess, it looked like it let to the bottom floor of an apartment complex. she twisted the knob, surprisingly it was unlocked. “let me scout this out real fast,” she said, pulling out her gun and heading inside.
after a few minutes, she came back out and got you up on your feet. “i found a room, i can get you fixed up in there,” she slung your arm around her shoulder, kissing your cheek while doing so. “c’mon (y/n), just a little further.”
you moaned in pain as she helped you walk, tears welling up in your eyes. “jill it hurts,” you whined, head resting on the arm she’d swung over to help you. she tried to soothe you, getting you into the apartment and to the room quickly.
she put you on top of a table, helping you slide on top of it before going to close the doors that were open. once she came back she immediately grabbed the medical items she’d found around the room and what she had on her.
her hands were cold as she moved your shirt, frowning at the sight of your blood. “i’m going to put pressure on it, okay?” she pushes your hair out of your face, cupping your cheek for a second. you nodded, your jaw clenched from the pain you were already in. the brunette took a breath in, mentally preparing herself to inflict pain to someone she cared about so much. not more than a few seconds later, there was gauze over the wound and she was pushing down with her hands.
you cried out, tears rolling down your face. “jill!” you whimpered softly, apologies fell from her lips quickly. she kept repeating them, telling you how well you were doing and that it would be over soon.
after very slow few minutes, she stopped putting pressure on the wound. “i need to get the bullet out and stitch you up,” she mumbled, mentally trying to numb herself from your crying. “it’s gonna hurt, i’m sorry,” she closed her eyes with a pained look on her face, “it was my fault it fucking shot you in the first place. i’m sorry i have to do this, (y/n).”
you shook your head, feeling delirious from the pain. “no — it’s not your fault, promise,” you croaked out, throat dry from the running.
she took off the gauze, grabbing a pair of tweezers (which she had sterilized with a lighter) and opened your wound enough to be able to grab the silver bullet. when she plunged the tweezers in you screamed, the pain turning your vision white and hazy. your sobs only fueled her to work harder, grabbing the bullet with the instrument and tossing it to the floor.
“shh, it’s okay. it’s out now,” she grabbed the needle she found (also deemed safe because of her flame) and lacing the yellow thread through it. “i’m stitching it up now, it’ll be over soon,” you heard her say, still violently sobbing. the needle pierced your skin but you were in too much shock to feel it, jill had you stitched up in less than five minutes. afterwards she applied more gauze and dressed your wound, using medical tape she secured the bandaging.
when she was done, she pulled you into her arms. “i’m sorry,” she cried, kissing your face over and over, “i’m so sorry.”
you were both content like this for a few moments, crying in eachothers arms. lovers embraced in a raw emotional display. the fires outside still burned and the groans of the undead echoed through the street. but that wouldn’t stop you or her, not even that monster fucker would stop you both from surviving this mess.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: HIIII i told y’all i wrote some hurt/comfort. this is not beta read!!! i have been kindaaaa sick and delirious? so if it’s kinda shit i am. sorry. anyways that’s all i love jill valentine :)
DESCRIPTION & WARNINGS: GUNSHOT WOUND!!! blood, description of “diy” (LMFAOOSHAKSG) surgery. gn!reader x jill, established relationship. just hurt/comfort w jill. takes place during re3 :)
“fuck,” you groaned, leaning on the wall in the gated alleyway. “are you okay?” jill immediately crouched before you as soon as she made sure that nothing threatening was in here with you both.
“it, hng — really hurts,” she rolled up your shirt, seeing the bullet in your side.
you were both being chased by that big fucking thing, and it somehow was able to get a shot in on you. jill and you were the only stars members alive (or in town for that matter). the brunette was able to throw the beast off your tail before getting you somewhere safe to treat you.
“i know baby, i know,” she recovered the wound with your shirt, getting up to try and open the red door to your right. if you would guess, it looked like it let to the bottom floor of an apartment complex. she twisted the knob, surprisingly it was unlocked. “let me scout this out real fast,” she said, pulling out her gun and heading inside.
after a few minutes, she came back out and got you up on your feet. “i found a room, i can get you fixed up in there,” she slung your arm around her shoulder, kissing your cheek while doing so. “c’mon (y/n), just a little further.”
you moaned in pain as she helped you walk, tears welling up in your eyes. “jill it hurts,” you whined, head resting on the arm she’d swung over to help you. she tried to soothe you, getting you into the apartment and to the room quickly.
she put you on top of a table, helping you slide on top of it before going to close the doors that were open. once she came back she immediately grabbed the medical items she’d found around the room and what she had on her.
her hands were cold as she moved your shirt, frowning at the sight of your blood. “i’m going to put pressure on it, okay?” she pushes your hair out of your face, cupping your cheek for a second. you nodded, your jaw clenched from the pain you were already in. the brunette took a breath in, mentally preparing herself to inflict pain to someone she cared about so much. not more than a few seconds later, there was gauze over the wound and she was pushing down with her hands.
you cried out, tears rolling down your face. “jill!” you whimpered softly, apologies fell from her lips quickly. she kept repeating them, telling you how well you were doing and that it would be over soon.
after very slow few minutes, she stopped putting pressure on the wound. “i need to get the bullet out and stitch you up,” she mumbled, mentally trying to numb herself from your crying. “it’s gonna hurt, i’m sorry,” she closed her eyes with a pained look on her face, “it was my fault it fucking shot you in the first place. i’m sorry i have to do this, (y/n).”
you shook your head, feeling delirious from the pain. “no — it’s not your fault, promise,” you croaked out, throat dry from the running.
she took off the gauze, grabbing a pair of tweezers (which she had sterilized with a lighter) and opened your wound enough to be able to grab the silver bullet. when she plunged the tweezers in you screamed, the pain turning your vision white and hazy. your sobs only fueled her to work harder, grabbing the bullet with the instrument and tossing it to the floor.
“shh, it’s okay. it’s out now,” she grabbed the needle she found (also deemed safe because of her flame) and lacing the yellow thread through it. “i’m stitching it up now, it’ll be over soon,” you heard her say, still violently sobbing. the needle pierced your skin but you were in too much shock to feel it, jill had you stitched up in less than five minutes. afterwards she applied more gauze and dressed your wound, using medical tape she secured the bandaging.
when she was done, she pulled you into her arms. “i’m sorry,” she cried, kissing your face over and over, “i’m so sorry.”
you were both content like this for a few moments, crying in eachothers arms. lovers embraced in a raw emotional display. the fires outside still burned and the groans of the undead echoed through the street. but that wouldn’t stop you or her, not even that monster fucker would stop you both from surviving this mess.
i am literally begging for a dom!jill x fem reader. headcannons, a small drabble, a WHOLE FIC? ANYTHING PLEASE 🤲🏻🤲🏻
:)
-@redfieids
Summary: Jill comes home to Reader after a bad day at work. Well, she knows how to adjust that attitude. ;)
Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamic, bondage, sex toys, fisting, Mommy kink, overstimulation
Wrapped up like a present in bright pink bondage tape, you were sobbing as you rode your Mommy's boot. It had been a week since you were allowed to cum and the only way you were going to was from rubbing your sore sex on her black, leather boot.
"Such a sweet kitten," she purred as you kept working your hips, desperate for the pleasure you were chasing. "I'm sure Daddy would love to come home and find you a mess on my boot. He does like to watch me pick you apart."
Hands behind your back with your legs frog tied and an inflatable dildo in your ass, you were coming apart just like she wanted. Your mouth is stuffed with your soaked underwear, wrapped with the same tape you were tied with so you would make those sweet muffled noises that she loved.
Keening when she pushed the toe of her boot up to slip past your folds, you tried to let her in. You were dripping with need and all you wanted was your mommy to fuck you silly.
"Oh, does someone want a boot in their cunt?" She asked with a giggle. You would have begged for anything at this point, sobbing and nodding. "I'll make sure that we keep that idea for later. For now though, I think you've been teased enough." Taking her boot away, ignoring your teary pleas, Mommy stood up from her chair. Taking her knife that was sheathed in her other boot, she cut your legs free. "Up, we're going to your play chair."
Your play chair was a red, metal chair that had leather straps and stirrups with a seat that was just two planks of wood with leather and stuffing on the sides while the middle allowed for Mommy or Daddy to have access to your special places. Once you were seated, Mommy forced your legs apart. You cried when your hips began to ache as she buckles the straps in to keep you still.
"Oh, you are going to have so much fun," she said with a hum, looking you over as you squirmed in your binds. Pulling on a long, shiny latex glove, she lubed her hand up before pushing your folds apart. Slipping a finger into your dripping mess, she cooed before adding another. "You're already so wet and ready for me. That's my kitten."
Another finger was added and when it was met with no resistance, she added a fourth. Shaking, you could only watch as she worked those fingers in and out of your sloppy hole. You knew what was coming, you knew how she was going to make you cum. Still, you screamed into the gag as she folded her hand to slowly push it into you completely.
"Poor thing. It's been so long since you've had anything in this pussy of yours that you can't handle my small fist. Well, when Daddy gets home, you'll be wishing for mine," she said with a laugh as she started to fuck you with her fist.
You had never felt so full before, your legs were shaking as she fisted you. Your eyes were crossing as you felt your orgasm being pushed forward by her hand.
"There were go, good kitten," she said, looking up at your fuck drunk face. "Taking it as you should. I can't wait to get both of my hands in your ass."
There was no way for you to even consider that as you felt your insides flutter around her hand as it pounded into you. You were sure that if she pressed on your belly then she'd feel her hand. Fuck.
"I know you want to come," she said, pulling you out of your fuzzy brain. "Ask nicely and I'll let you cum."
Babbling pleas spilt from your gagged lips as you looked down at her with tears running down your face.
"God, you look so pretty when you're wrecked like this," she groaned. With her free hand, she began to rub that sensitive nub and in seconds you were screaming through your orgasm. Clenching around her hand hurt, but it felt so good after you'd been teased and edged all week without completion. "That's my good kitten. Cum on Mommy's fist."
She didn't let up till a second one ripped through you. You body tried to jerk and your legs tried to close, but the straps of your chair stayed strong, forcing you to thrash against them. Sweaty and panting, you shivered and sobbed as Jill withdrew her fist from your stretched hole. You were dribbling cum down onto the floor as she stepped aside for a moment. Out of your line of sight, you could only wait till she was back.
Focusing on her, you cried and sobbed, shaking your head as you saw what she was doing. The second inflatable dildo slid into your mess so easily. It even took a bit of time for it to fit in such a way that you were ready to burst. That wasn't even why you were begging. No, it was when she taped the vibrator into place and turned it on that you screamed for mercy.
"Such pretty, pretty noises," she hummed, making sure the toy stayed on that pearl of sensitive nerves. No matter how much you thrashed or begged, it wasn't moving. "Now, until Daddy gets home, why don't you have some fun, hmm? I'll be back in a bit, Kitten," she said, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek before leaving you to cum over and over and over.
piers asking claire for pics of chris was so incredibly mlm of him . like why do u want them? so you can keep a lil photo of him smiling in ur wallet that u pull out to look at sometimes?
AUTHOR’S NOTE: needing my own personal jill valentine rn :( love u all lots :)
DESCRIPTION & WARNINGS: jill x fem!reader (drabble) who is sick. mentions of throwing up. just general jill taking care of her gf fluff because i want. her to take care of me.
jill had her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as close as possible. you were extremely sick, food poisoning was your girlfriend’s conclusion. you were unable to keep things down for more than an hour and this has went on for about a day now.
the brunette hugged your frail body close, keeping you warm. “baby, i think you should try drinking some water again,” she shifted you softly, trying to wake you out of your dozing state. you whined a bit in protest, trying to bring her back to you as she got up.
“don’t wanna,” you cried softly, feeling absolutely miserable. “just want you,” sending a pang to her heart, she felt bad for waking you up.
“i know you don’t feel well, but you need to get better honey. if you don’t we might have to make a trip to the hospital and i don’t want you in the hospital,” she said softly while filling up a cup with cool water. she padded her way back into the living room. she sat the cup down on the coffee table and, with gentle hands, she lifted you into a sitting position. giving you a kiss on the forehead, she grabbed the pink plastic cup and handed it to you.
“let me see you have a few sips, then you can go back to sleep,” you pouted, making her feel even worse. nonetheless you listened, taking a gulp from the cup.
the water felt refreshing, jill could immediately see color coming back to your face after your first sip.
“that’s it sweet girl, just a few more.”
with her encouragement, you drank close to half the cup. jill smiled at you, taking the cup and setting it on the table again, “that’s my girl.”
you hummed softly, making grabbing hands toward her to get her back on the couch with you. she laughed, then obliged, taking your small form into her arms again.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi sorry again for slow updates but i am on my period and very needy for re content to make me feel better <33 requested by @ballorawan740 :)
DESCRIPTION & WARNINGS: sfw! some close to death/stressful themes. basically leon w a smaller and clumsier reader
leon is a very on edge person generally
like he’s very aware of his surrounds due to his past
so, when you’re around him he’s always on top of what you’re doing
you consider yourself unlucky, the first time you met leon you almost got hit by a car
you were looking at your phone, headphones in your ears when you thought it was safe to cross the road
news flash!!! it wasn’t!!!
leon grabbed you by your yellow backpack and pulled you backwards so you literally didn’t die
your phone fell out of your hand when he saved you (as well as your headphones) and were unfortunately victims of the oncoming bus
you turn to him with wide eyes and he says
“you need to be more careful.”
and you’re like
HES HOT WHAT THE FUCK
??? WHO IS THIS MAN
and he like asks you basic questions and stuff, your name and all the basics
he gives you this stern talk
“technology these days!!!!” - all you heard
but your phone WAS just ran over by a bus and you were a struggling college student who was only running on a few hours of sleep so you’re just like
“can i use your phone to make a call?”
which he says yes to, but you don’t have your roommates number commited to memory LMFAO
so he just takes you to the nearest phone store and hangs around when you get a new one, honestly terrified that you might get in trouble so some sort again
after you secure a new phone he just says
“here, my number. i can keep an eye on you if you need help.”
YOUR HEART DJSKDNJS
the love. of your life.
but after you guys started going out he just does things nonchalantly
like steering you away from the person who was just about to completely run into you
ducking your head down when you were about to hit it on the light in your shared bathroom
What Does The ‘S’ Stand For ? - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
Summary: When you learn that Leon got the job you desperately wanted you decide to pay him a visit to congratulate him and finally put an end to the competition between the two of you in favour of some cooperation. Turns out, cooperation sometimes involve taking your clothes off.
Author’s Note: Some one-shot involving (pre) RE2 Remake Leon, a very sassy reader and some smut. I haven’t written that genre in a while though. Hope I’m not too rusty. And by the way, if you notice some terrible grammatical mistakes please let me know (English is not my mother tongue).
Anyway, I wish you’ll like this story and as usual don’t forget to like/reblog and tell me what you think about it.
Warning: SMUT and Language. You can also expect some humour and some fluff.
Also available on AO3
Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, “Competition has been shown to be useful up to a certain point and no further, but cooperation, which is the thing we must strive for today, begins where competition leaves off.”
Wise words. But clearly Roosevelt never had to compete with Kennedy, and by Kennedy you didn’t mean John F. Kennedy but another Kennedy, one with less charisma yet better hair (hell, got to render unto Caesar what’s Caesar’s), Leon S. Kennedy - ‘S’ probably standing for “sucker” or “saint” in your opinion. After all, the guy was such a goody two-shoes. Teacher’s favourite. Neat and tidy top student. Perfect arbiter of right and wrong. And certainly, the only guy in the academy who didn’t stick his cock in Barbara Johnson’s pussy. Weird since she also had a president’s name just like him. Could have been the perfect opportunity for a horizontal presidential debate.
If it wasn’t clear already, you didn’t like Kennedy very much. But it was not for the reasons mentioned above. No, you could tolerate the fact that he was the embodiment of virtue and morals. What you could not tolerate though, was that he was better than you at everything. At fundamentals, at crime prevention and analysis, at counterintelligence, at physical agility, at shooting, at… well, you get the point. It infuriated you. He infuriated you. You never had the chance to beat him. Never. He was always top of your class and you were always close second.
So of course, when you received the letter from the Raccoon City Police Department informing you that your application had been rejected and that the position had been given to someone else, you did the math.
Only Kennedy could have taken that job away from you. After all, you had heard him talking about Raccoon City at lunch break quite a few times in the past weeks and each time he had sounded so excited – well, as excited as cannibalistic murders can make you of course. Truth is, you had also shown interest in this city the moment its terrible crimes hit the first page of the newspapers alongside the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal, collecting every tiny article about it and telling your classmates what a thrilling experience it would be to work on that case. You had even imagined yourself wearing the blue uniform, RPD largely written on your chest, making a report about the rotting body of a camper found in the Arklay mountains.
You sighed, disappointment hitting you hard again. And with a hesitant hand, you knocked at the door in front of you somewhat ready to let go of the competition in favour of some cooperation. You barely waited a couple of seconds before Kennedy opened the door, a cordless telephone against his ear. He appeared genuinely surprised to see you there. “Call you back later, mom.” He said before hanging up the phone, still staring at you with astonished eyes. “Y/N.”
