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Write for the following characters: Ethan, Mia, Mother Miranda, Moreau, William&Annette Birkin, Piers
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older mentor! jill valentine who can't help herself ! - men & mdni 18+
MENTOR! JILL content warning: takes place between re5 and death island, power imbalance (mentor/mentee), age gap (j! 39, r! 22), rookie! reader, pervy! jill, masturbation, jill loves being called ma'am, strap-on, missionary, doggy style, eating out, cunnilingus, bit of a meanie jill, inappropriate sexual advances, pantie stealing, mention of chris | 1,2k words
mentor! jill, who is stuck with some fresh meat, a couple of day one out of academy rookies ever since she was put on desk duty. "this is taking it easy, it's not permanent." said chris as he handed her the papers officially stating that jill valentine could not take part in any mission out on the field. so now, she spends day and night in the shooting range under the police station, watching as the rookies of the year keep missing targets and taking far too long on a staged exercise.
mentor! jill, who doesn't put much effort into actually teaching or paying attention to her students if it's not gloating about how she can hit the targets even without looking. chris and those other fools up top were kind enough to make this mess for themselves- if she wasn't let out on the field, she'd make sure nobody but her was action ready.
mentor! jill, who only remembers your name because you jam your service weapon all the time, putting your hand up and waiting for her to just notice you without a word. she groans as she pushes herself up, her weak but toned body cradling your innocent frame, her hands over yours as she shows you for the 100th time how to unjam it. "you gotta pay attention to me, girl." she murmurs into your ear as the gun in your hand clicks, ready to be fired again and you jump in her arms- too focused on her body pressing into yours to be aware of anything around you. "y-yes ma'am." you sutter, trying to compose yourself. "atta' girl." she smirks before strolling back to her chair, pulling the blue baseball cap back over her eyes.
mentor! jill, who thinks nothing of the interaction because who even pays attention to little puppy rookies like you? so eager to learn and impress their superiors, trying to see zebras everywhere to make detective, not to mention despite appearing so obedient they are always a loose cannon- just like she was, just like she is. she tries not to think about you, fuck, she does but suddenly she can't escape you. the way you only answer her with yes ma'am or no ma'am, how you shake just the slightest when her eyes land on you or her fingers glide against yours.
mentor! jill, who is trying not to think like that but she is the devil in her own mind and not the master of her body. her hand reaches under her shorts, she doesn't need any more coaxing, she is plenty wet enough from just thinking back to the way you keep saying yes ma'am, over and over again as you kneel down in front of her.
mentor! jill, who doesn't need much to come all over her fingers in the pd's staff bathroom- she touches herself here and there, she has needs but nothing like this since... since forever basically- her head falling back on the water tank, eyes sparkling white as she rides out the last bits of her orgasm. with a few huffs, an eye roll, and a fleeting thought of rubbing out one more jill stands up, pulling her pants back up before leaving the tiny room. she spots you leaving as she steps out and she can feel that knot in her lower stomach coiling again. fuck, she thinks as she scrambles to get her stuff and hurry home to fuck herself at the thought of you in her shower.
mentor! jill, who comes bearing a gift wrapped in the fabric of her uniform pants, a perfect six inches long, a pretty and shiny blue color, and a girth that would certainly catch your attention because you have to see the old pervert you turned her into.
mentor! jill, who plays pretend when you put your hand up again, huffing and puffing dramatically as she traps you between the little desk and herself. surely you will see it- no, feel it now as she is bulging against you, rubbing and grinding upon your ass subtly enough that it could be a mistunderstanding.
mentor! jill, who gives you a knowing smirk when you stay behind after training, beckoning you to herself on the couch with a finger while you are stammering about professionalism and work ethic among out-of-office relationships with superiors. she reaches for one of your tremling hands, telling you that it's okay, that you don't have to worry about such a thing, she will take care of it and you.
mentor! jill, who pushes you down onto the couch, kissing you with the fever of all her pent up sexual desire, barely giving you time to comperhand the hand that is undoing the buckle and button of your uniform before slipping under the navy blue fabric, slipping two fingers between your slick lips and rubbing tight circles into your sensitive clit.
mentor! jill, who commands you to call her ma'am or else she won't fuck your brains out the way you have been day dreaming about every day during class. "c'mon sweetness, i'm fucking you good, right?" she asks as she trusts into like a dog in heat and you say it over and over again- yes ma'am, yes ma'am, moaning it into her ear when she towers over you, caging your body under hers with a pair of teeth biting and chewing on your jawline and neck. your scream it into the pillow of the shooting range's couch when she flips you over, your pants still not off fully, just tugged barely under your knees, ass up high as she ruts into you from behind.
mentor! jill, who goes for not only a second round but a third, saying that she has to taste you, to kiss your leaking hole clean but it's just a poor excuse to keep hearing your pretty voice call out for her. a gateway for her to rid you of your pants and panties, pocketing the latter for future misuse on her lunch breaks.
mentor! jill, who enjoys the way you stumble in weak and jelly legged the next day, trying to dodge the concern of your rookie friends, saying that you just had a good night with this pretty woman you met- nothing to worry about, right? and she becomes just a bit mean because a poor rookie puppy like you is desperate for attention after action like that, yeah? it's not like she is ignoring you, she just wants you a bit riled up so at the end of the day she can fuck some sense into you while you go at it like rabbits.
a/n: smth lazy and short to get started with for my come back... might start taking request again in the near future.... look out for an announcement to see if it's true.
