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#jill my beloved
flwrrrton · 4 months
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Jill Valentine 🩵
I finished Resident Evil 3 Remake not quite long ago, and i must admit that i actually enjoyed it much more than Re2R
I love the aesthetics of Raccoon City, and Jill Valentine herself was pretty cool to me <3 So i immediately made that sketch!
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gigi-does-art · 5 months
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First re design of the year, it’s Jill! I love Jill so much, recently got re3 and im really excited to play through as her! I just have to finish re4 first lol. This design has a mix of re1 and re3 in mind but I also included how she would look like in re5 and Death Island. Jill and the rest of the stars members’ collars all have the stars symbol on it!
Headcanon: She doesn’t have her natural color and is actually tinged a bit lighter with a few added scars in Death Island. This shows some remnants of Wesker’s experiments on her.
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cew644 · 11 months
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I will kill the monster.
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granola-slut-quet · 1 year
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so i may have fallen in love with @diviedrawn 's redesign of older jill valentine
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but i lowkey lost the motivation to do digital so have a trad sketch
i love her so much
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bigcryptiddies · 1 year
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Ok so I liked the RE4 remake so much (haven’t finished, almost there) that I got 2 + 3 too because the racoon city pack is on sale uwu
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favoriteliar · 11 months
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JILL VALENTINE and LEON S. KENNEDY in Resident Evil: Death Island (2023)
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kittyamore0 · 1 year
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Hii do you still write for Jill? She’s honestly really underrated and I love her so much.
A/N: Of course I do! A/N: Shes one of my favorite ghostface! A/N: I do agree shes very underrated
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☼| FANDOM/GENRE: Scream 4, dark romance, horror
☼| PARING: Jill Roberts x GN! Reader
☼| RATING: SFW
☼| WRITING STYE: One-shot
☼| TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @illvcei, @h34rtsformilli
☼| POV: 2nd person
☼| REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy, or steal my ideas!
☼| CW: Attempted murder, murder, mentions of knives, knife usage, killings, blood, cheating, forced relationship, stalking, mentions of cheating, threatening, arguing, fake feelings
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╰┈➤ Jill hated you, at first. You were Trevor's new lover, and she hated Trevor even more. You were a kind person at heart, and she knew that, but why Trevor? He's a cheating asshole.
Trevor would go and flaunt you around, even if you weren't comfortable with it. He had no respect for your boundaries. He would even dare to come up to Jill and beg for her back when he was with you, and then bring you up when she said no.
No person, crazy or not, would date Trevor. She thought you were using him for popularity in her highschool. Until she noticed you were always uncomfortable around him, and rarely wanted to participate into whatever bullshit he tried to get himself into.
You didn't speak about Trevor at all to your friends either. It was like he was indulging in you and you were just trying to pull away and left be.
So, she decided to stalk you, just to see what your intentions were with Trevor.
During her silent observations, she found herself beginning to become infatuated by you the more she watched you. She made little notes of what'd you tend to do at home.
What your schedule was, where you hid certain stuff, what kinds of food you like and keep in your pantry, your routines, how long and how much you eat. How much time you spend in your room.
And soon enough, she was obsessed with you.
Always seeking for you in the school hallways, talking to you, and purposely forgetting her pencil so she can talk to you.
One night, she was hiding near your window. You had left it open because you needed some fresh air. You were also on the phone with Trevor, arguing with him.
"Trevor, I cant fucking do this anymore. I dont like you, and I dont even know why you're forcing me to be in this relationship with you! If you want Jill back, jealousy isn't the way to go. Plus, she doesn't even want you back, so leave her alone!" You paced around your room, tugging on your hair.
"God, you are so ...!" You placed a hand on your chest and took a deep breath. "You know i like Jill and you're asking for this?!" You run your hand through your hair.
"Just one more month, and Im done with you after!" You stomped your foot on the ground. "Fuck you!" You hung up the phone and threw it at your bed.
Jill tilted her head. She was only focused on the fact that Trevor was forcing you into a relationship while you liked her currently. Truth was, she found herself liking you back since she started stalking you.
Jill smirked and came up with a quick plan to get back at Trevor.
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You were on your phone while the professor explained how the projects worked. "Jill Roberts and [Name] [Last name] are partnering, okay? Next is..." Your eyes widened as you stared at Jill. Trevor glaring at you, intensely. Jill only smiled at you.
"You have 3 days to finish. Start now, go." Jill immediately got up and walked towards your desk.
"H-hi, Jill..." Jill waved at you. "Hey, [Name]. Ill start on the first and second slide. You've got the third and first, right?" You meekly nodded.
"Oh, well, class is about to end in 6 minutes, so we'll finish up at your house, but lets do what we can for now." You almost choked on your spit. "Wh-what? My house?" She nodded.
"Okay..." You two sat in silence before the bell rang, indicating the end of the day. "See you!" She shouted and ran off.
Trevor came up from behind you and slapped the back of your head, and you stomped on his foot.
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"Place that right in the center. Ill find the next picture," you were currently working on the project you and Jill were both assigned. Jill was hanging next to you, her leg pushing into yours and her arm brushing up against yours.
"So, how are you and Trevor?" You winced at her question
'What? Why would she ask that?'
"G- good...i guess..." You muttered the last part. "Really, then how come hes always an asshole towards you? You don't seem too comfortable with him either." Shit, she was catching on.
She smiled and shut the laptop that was on your legs, taking it and putting it beside her. "I know you have feelings for me," she had gotten very close to your face.
"Wh what? No, i...dont." She hummed. "You gonna deny it?" You hadn't even noticed her dipping her head down to your neck, opening her mouth and letting her tongue slide against your neck.
You sighed and shook your head. She smirked against your skin, coming up to catch your lips on hers. She pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture of you kissing her, eyes closed, cupping her face.
She pulled back and rested her forehead against hers. "Lets finish this, yeah?" You nodded.
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You anxiously bit your nails, walking besides Jill. "He found out! Trevor's gonna kill me!" Jill rubbed your head. "Dont worry. I'll talk to him." You looked at her in worry.
"You will?" She nodded. "Can...Can i stop by at your house?" You smiled at her. "Yea."
"Great. Talk to you later!" She kissed your forehead and jogged to her next class.
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You were bouncing your leg while Jill tried to calm you down. "He's not answering.I think his phones off. He might be planning something!" Jill rolled her eyes and cupped your face in hers.
"Calm down." You took deep breaths, looking into Jills eyes. Her eyes bore into yours, inching her face closer to yours. Her met lips yours and she pushed you against your couch.
Your hand fell onto the TV remote, turning it onto to the news. You pulled away and grabbed the remote before something catches your eyes on the TV.
"This late evening, a 17 year old, highschool boy was found death on his living room floor, with a cellphone in his hand. We believe his murder is related to the Ghostface attacks. His death was around 5:47, with fatal wounds on his neck..."
5:47 was the time Jill went to go see Trevor to talk to him. You stared at Jill in horror as she continued to smile and pepper kisses onto your plush skin.
"Told you I'd talk to him."
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lib-scribs · 2 months
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My other favourite dbd/re character! Love this outfit on her :3c
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ellieswaifu · 2 years
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I saw you had requests open for Jill Valentine and I'm here humbly requesting some nsfw of her!
Perhaps some romantic smut where Jill is treating the afab reader and praising them?
sweetness | jill valentine x f!reader
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summary. jill makes love to you.┆masterlist
content warnings. mdni! smut/nsfw; afab reader, oral and fingering (r!receiving), marking/hickeys, praise kink, jill being the loml sighhh, also not proofread :)
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a/n: here sum jill smut :> was very excited hehehehe i love jill so much pls send more req!!
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jill is sweet. undeniably sweet. a contrast to how she usually is outside of your relationship. you’ve never expected her to be so intensely intimate with you before you had gotten together, always so reserved and serious about her work to the point where she never even has time for anything. but here she is; hovering over you right on her bed with her soft lips peppering light pecks against the dip of your collarbone, traveling upwards towards the side of your neck, then behind your ear where she sucks on your skin lightly to add more to your collection of hickeys.
it’s gotten so dark already, you realize as you turn your head towards the window of her apartment to give her more access. you hear the night of the raccoon city come alive, bustling just out her window and you can’t even remember what you were doing a couple hours ago— wait, no. you were preparing dinner for the two of you before jill got home. that’s right. she came home from the station pretty early today, you remember. you also remember the seductive look in her eyes when she first saw you in the kitchen wearing nothing but your panties and one of her white shirts that you found somewhere in her dresser.
it took jill a couple minutes to realize she was staring. your hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, your cheeks flushed against the heat emitting from the stove and your hands lightly stirring whatever it was you were cooking. god, you looked divine. this was something she wanted to come home to every single fucking day. you. just you. and so after minutes of admiring the beautiful woman in her small apartment, jill decided to walk up, turn the stove off for you and kiss you all the way up to her bed.
her kisses make you weak. hell, anything she does to you makes you weak and she takes advantage of this. she knows how much you want her by the sound of your ragged breaths, your tiny little whimpers and your chest rising up and down just against her own. and she knows how painfully bad you need her by the way you run your fingers through her short brown hair. it was always something about your hands in her hair or on any part of her body that makes groan against your neck. she could feel your fingertips at the back of her head traveling down softly to her nape, tugging at her hair.
“i love it when you do that,” jill whispers softly against your skin, before lifting her head up to look at you.
it’s unfair, jill thinks. it’s unfair how sexy you looked, how wet you made her, how in-love she felt when she looks at you. so pretty. so beautiful underneath her. and the way you looked up at her at this very moment, the way your eyes were practically begging her to just take you, the way your lips parted slightly for you to breath out and your hands still playing with her hair the the back of her neck, made her feel like her knees would give out at any moment.
“fuck, (y/n),” she says, her wetness pooling more and more in between her legs. “i’m going to make you feel so good.”
“i can’t wait, valentine…”
her name. jill takes a moment to close her eyes and sigh at the sound of her last name slipping out of your mouth. she loves the way her name sounds when it comes from you. how breathy it is, how whiny it is, how needy you are. you call out to her and only her and jill can barely even think straight because of it.
seconds later, she dips her head down once again, only this time, her kisses are sloppier and wetter as she travels down the valley of your breasts at agonizingly slow pace. her hands rub your waist roughly, occasionally moving upwards to give your breasts a tight squeeze as her lips reach your hips and finally your thighs.
“jill… please…” you spread your legs instinctively, watching how hard jill stares at you, feeling her own breath against your clit.
“perfect,” she says under breath.
she sucks the skin between on your inner thighs as she looks up at you, littering your thighs with perfect purple bruises. she knows what you want. you need her there. and as if she read your mind, jill dips two fingers into your glistening pussy, eliciting a moan coming from your mouth. she groans at how wet you felt. she did this. she made you like this. and it made her feel amazing.
“always so good for me,” jill smirks, pulling her fingers out of you abruptly so that she could spread your folds apart. “my good girl.”
jill finally dives right in your pussy, moaning at how sweet you taste. you can never forget how well jill uses her tongue. the way she slurps and sucks and licks all over with precision has your legs shaking in no time. and your moans. fuck. music to her fucking ears. the little whimpers you let out was almost enough to make jill come alone. you buck your hips against her face, forcing her to push you down to the mattress. jill can’t help but hum in pleasure against your pussy as she eats you out. the way her tongue moves out of you to lick around your clit before sucking hard makes you scream her name.
“mmm.”
“j-jill— oh, fuck!”
“you taste so good, baby,” she smirks, ogling the way your body shook and your legs quivered before slipping her fingers inside of you. “you make such pretty sounds.”
with no warning, jill places her lips around your clit once again, sucking hard at your bundle of nerves as her digits pump in and out of you relentlessly with no sign of stopping. your hands inevitably hook themselves in jill’s short hair, not knowing whether to push or pull. the shiver you felt in your spine causes you to arch you back, gripping tightly at her hair, before you finally come undone, cumming right on tongue.
jill pulls away from your clit with a pop, carefully circling around it with her tongue, observing how sensitive it made you feel as your legs shake around her shoulders, before pulling away to lick her fingers clean. her eyes wander all over your body; the way you sweat, the way you tremble, the way you pant. how could she think or even breathe when you’re looking so delectable like this? everything about you drove her crazy.
“j-jill…” you call out weakly. “come here..”
your girlfriend wastes no time crawling back up so she could meet you face to face, carefully tucking your matted hair behind you ear.
“yes, baby?”
“i love you,” you tell her with a smile.
“i love you. so much.”
you run your hand through her hair for the hundredth time tonight before pulling her down to capture her lips. your tongues don’t fight for dominance, jill has always won those battles. always. you can taste yourself on her tongue and you can’t help but moan at the thought of her eating you out again. her mouth, her tongue, her fingers. whatever she used, she was always such a master at using them. she made you feel so good that can’t even think straight anymore.
jill pulls away, leaving you breathless. her lips were plump, her chin was still glistening from you cumming in her mouth and her eyes stared you down like she was far from finished. slowly, you begin to feel jill’s fingertips slide down your stomach back to where you were most sensitive, all the while not breaking eye contact with you.
“(y/n)…” jill breathes out, almost as if she was nervous. “i’m gonna need you to tell me if you want me to stop later, okay? i don’t know if i can… stop on my own.”
you tug at jill’s hair and moan against her bare shoulder, wetness pooling in between your thighs once more at the sound of her voice and you can’t help but say, “i don’t want you to stop.”
fuck, she thinks. jill sighs and closes her eyes, groaning at the sensation of your breath against her neck, your fingers pulling at her hair, and the way you leave small kisses on her shoulder. she can’t get enough of you. you’re hers and she’s yours.
and so, jill decides to make love to you all night, over and over again.
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a/n: bro respectfully i’m a huge ass simp for jill and i’m not even ashamed that woman is so fine
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moonilit · 5 months
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Jill and Jote (💙🤎) drawings that are like, two months apart
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adasknife · 7 months
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the mind rot of these two women in fight
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i would take them both (not in a fight)
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ugetelynx · 5 months
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Ada Wong save me
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notallsandmen · 1 year
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Man, Dream REALLY does not like to be called someone’s friend
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*bips Dream with a thousand baguettes*
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clairetomyjill · 1 year
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Okay,since you guys REALLY love these,Have some more ;)
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spade-sins · 7 months
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My babygirl, my wife, my girlboss, my pookie bear, my cupcake, my teddy bear, my-
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thinking about how post re5 jill has so much trouble when it comes to allowing others to help her and her whole struggle with control after the events of kijuju.
Nowadays she tends to be a lot more guarded and careful with whatever she says - and this also stems to her physically as well, she sleeps away from the other survivors in some corner of the clearing by the fire, or out by the river on some occasions. She tends to be the one to treat her own wounds and not let someone else do it for her, same thing with keeping her spirits up and keeping her strong in the fog.
This relates a lot to her experience in Africa in RE5, because nobody came to look for her until Chris did in RE5, but even that was pretty much an accident, he wasn't initially there for her.
So for three years she was the only one to hold onto her own sanity and her own humanity which had been taken from her due to the P30, she would have spent every night exhausted but unable to sleep, quietly thinking to herself, encouraging herself, thinking about the people she knew and willing herself to stay strong for them.
During the first year, she would have held on so much to that hope and been the only person to help herself, every night would have been spent unable to sleep even when she went through rigorous training every single day until her body got used to the p30, so eventually she just got so exhausted to rhe point she struggled to keep herself awake.
She was the only one who would let herself be treated by, after every training session, and even after she was rescued, she wouldn't really allow anyone to patch her up or try and help her because she got too used to that independance.
Her trust is fragile and shatters so easily, it takes forever to build her trust but it's fragile, it can break in a split second. She never talks about the events of RE5 except to those she trusts the most - if she ever shows you her chest scar, you just might be the person she trusts the most. She's used to being betrayed by people she used to be close to, the next time isn't so difficult.
When it comes to her own sense of control, Jill will *never* listen or even give something the time of day if its phrased like a command or an order, she got too used to it in Africa and hates being reminded of her powerlessness and her lack of control, and she will never let herself get ordered around again. She'll push back, she'll fight, but she won't let herself be controlled.
She needs to choose even the smallest things, she needs to know that she at least *has* the choice, and she isn't being made or directly told to do something without any chance for her own perspective or losing her control to another person.
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