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#jill valentine
dumpling-kun · 55 minutes ago
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new jill can stomp me into the ground and i'd thank her profusely for the rest of my life
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chrispypapas · an hour ago
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watch this im goin pure dumb of ass
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blablabladg · 5 hours ago
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AnnieGraves as Jill Valentine (Resident Evil)
Photo.: Jeff Zoet
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boundbyhonor · 9 hours ago
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I love that Jill’s face model, Sasha Zotova, made her Youtube channel just to stream herself playing RE3 Remake and then I looked at all of the games she’s played since then and wow, this woman’s got great taste in games. Plus she’s Russian and that actually makes it even better.
You guys should check out her channel! She recently streamed to celebrate Resident Evil’s 25th anniversary!
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mistergaslight · a day ago
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Ok, let's ACTUALLY finish my Hard Mode playthrough of Resident Evil 3: Nemesis this time. Maybe if time permits, I can flounder about in The Mercenaries mini-game and see about getting some unlockables. 
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fallenrazziel · a day ago
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Resident Evil Rebirth set #10
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stef-gallery · a day ago
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Don’t Re-Upload my Screenshots! Thank you ♡    
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stef-gallery · a day ago
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Don’t Re-Upload my Screenshots! Thank you ♡    
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stef-gallery · a day ago
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Don’t Re-Upload my Screenshots! Thank you ♡    
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stef-gallery · a day ago
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Don’t Re-Upload my Screenshots! Thank you ♡    
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So I felt like drawing Wesker with his RE5 squad. I dunno, I played this game too often during lockdown.
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rextasywrites · a day ago
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Masterlist
Little Darling - a Lady Dimitrescu x Mia Winters fanfiction
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Sweeter than milk x Chris Redfield x Jill Valentine
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rextasywrites · a day ago
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Sweeter than milk - Chris Redfield x Jill Valentine
“You are talking bullshit right now, my Love.”, Chris shook his head, one hand now moving from her belly to her chest, placing it right above where her heart is. “You are still breathtakingly beautiful. I love you and I will love you forever.”
“Will you even love me when I am old and gray?”
“As long as you won’t be a grandma like the Baker grandma - sure.”
Warnings: pure smut and some fluff, lactation & pregnancy kink
enjoy <3 <3 <3
Read on AO3
This pregnancy had been nothing but a bitch on Jill so far. At first, all of her bras didn’t fit anymore. She went up enough cup sizes to make every porn star jealous, but for her it was nothing but annoying. Thankfully Chris was up to the task to buy more with her. Then Jill started to gain weight everywhere, once again growing out of clothes she loved so much. Who said having a baby would be fun and a great experience?
Jill stood in front of the mirror in their bedroom, shirt pulled up over her belly. Her fingers trailed along the stretch marks on it, pulling a face as she came to realize once more how huge she had gotten.
“Everything okay?”, a voice came from the door. Chris was leaning against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on his girl. Jill shrugged and looked back to the mirror, seemingly in another world. “Jill?”, Chris asked, but once more she didn’t give him an answer. He sighed and walked over, standing behind her.
“I don’t like this.”, she muttered as her hands moved further down to where most of her stretch marks were. “On the internet, they always write that stretch marks make you feel like a tiger. Right now I feel like an overweight household cat.”
Chris had to chuckle at her words, but tried his best to help her. In his eyes, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and nothing and no one could stop him from treating her like the goddess that she is. “Oh Jill, my Jill…”, Chris said, placing his hands a bit lower than hers. Under his rough fingers he was able to feel the faint marks, left by their baby growing inside of her.
“Just say that I look like a walrus so we can get over this.”, Jill pulled a face while saying those words, and Chris was shocked. A walrus? Not even in a million years she’d look like a walrus! Hell no, she was looking like the woman he loves!
“You are talking bullshit right now, my Love.”, Chris shook his head, one hand now moving from her belly to her chest, placing it right above where her heart is. “You are still breathtakingly beautiful. I love you and I will love you forever.”
“Will you even love me when I am old and gray?”
“As long as you won’t be a grandma like the Baker grandma - sure.”
“Oh, don’t remember me. You showed me the pictures, that was nasty!”, and a laughter spilled from her lips - mission accomplished! Chris moved his hands from her belly to her chest, placing them on the side of her boobs.
“Do they still hurt?”, Chris lovingly asked, his fingers stroking against the soft flesh of her breasts - much to his dislike still covered. Jill nodded as a blush crept upon her cheeks. This didn’t go unnoticed by Chris, who was still watching her expressions in the mirror. “Jill? Do you wanna tell me something?”
Jill’s blush only worsened as she looked down on herself once more and she placed her hands on Chris’. “I think my milk came in a few days ago, and ever since they hurt like bitches. I don’t know what to do.”, she confessed with a heavy sigh, then cupped one of her breasts. “I miss my small ones!”
The mere thought of helping his lady with hurting boobs got Chris all different kinds of excited, and he pointed to their bed. “Sit down. I have an idea.” And Chris never had a bad idea! Okay, at least most of the time his ideas weren’t that bad…
While Jill sat down, Chris headed to the bathroom to grab some towels. Confusion was written across her face when Chris walked in, grin so big it’d reach around his head if he didn’t have ears, towels in his hands. “Uhm...Should I be worried now?”
“Absolutely not! My girlie is in pain and I cannot let this happen!”, he smirked and sat down behind Jill, her situated between his legs. “There we go…”, Chris muttered as he placed the towels on her thighs, and Jill...let him do his thing. She stopped questioning him a long time ago. Especially since he tried to upgrade their lawnmower and accidentally set their garage on fire. That’s why she loved him so much.
“Take off your shirt and your bra!”, Chris ordered Jill while rubbing his hands together, a big grin on his lips. The mere thought of boobs made even a grown man smile like it’s Christmas morning. Jill shrugged and did as she was told, freeing her upper body from any clothing - but not without whimpering at the full and tender feeling of her tits. “You know I could eat you up whole like this?”
Jill laughed and leaned against Chris’ chest, relaxing the second she felt him. Chris’ hands wandered up and down on her upper body, feeling the soft curves she had developed over the past few months. The swell of her belly, the tenderness of her breasts. “Do you trust me Jill?” “I let you knock me up, isn’t that answer enough?” Chris laughed as he pressed a kiss on her shoulder, she could feel his smile against her skin. She wasn’t wrong.
“Okay okay. If it hurts, I can always stop. Just say it.”, Chris reassured Jill as his hands moved from her belly to her breasts. While they were talking, Chris had moved the towels on her thighs. Jill nodded and closed her eyes, showing Chris her full trust over her body.
Chris hummed as he started to press around on Jill’s breasts. They felt sore and tender under his touch too, and he didn’t want to imagine the pain she was feeling thanks to them. But something she hadn’t told him - the pain caused a certain level of excitement too. Jill let out a groan, her expression from relaxed to pained in mere seconds. But Chris didn’t stop just now. She hadn’t said the word. “Don’t worry, my love. I know what I am doing.” “Do you? That’s news to me.” “Aw, come on.”, Jill and Chris both had to laugh, and Jill turned her head, pressing a kiss on his cheek.
Chris’ big hands continue to massage Jill’s tits, feeling her up and relieving pressure, just waiting for the big moment. “What the fuck”, Jill muttered as she felt the pressure going down, but also...wetness? A few drops of milk were dribbling down her breasts, making their way down. Chris quickly grabbed one of the towels, wiping her clean. “You feeling better?”, and as reply came a breathy ‘more’. It was embarrassing how much this turned her on.
Jill closed her eyes again, letting all the feelings just happen. In the end, it was helping her, and why should she bite the hand that feeds her? Chris’ hands felt so good on her, pressing out more of the milk produced by her. By now, the few drops had increased to a steady flow down her breasts, a spray happening when Chris hit a sweet spot. Soft moans fell from her lips as she became putty in his hands. When Chris stopped for a moment, Jill wanted to complain but was greeted with a wet finger on her lips. “Try it?”, Chris suggested. Jill was hesitant at first, but after a few seconds, she wrapped her lips around his finger, feeling the sweet milk on her tongue. She hummed while cleaning Chris’ finger, every last drop was savoured by her. And she swore she could feel him twitching against her back. 
“Now that was hotter than I previously anticipated.”, Chris muttered against Jill’s shoulder, a giggling came from her side. “You are the one who is having a field day with my boobs right now!”, she threw in, gently slapping his thigh. Chris shrugged and made another squeeze, and this time Jill couldn’t hold her moans in.
“Ah? Moaning already?”, Chris smirked, pinching her wet nipples, making her flinch - but not in a bad way. Without thinking too much about it, Jill grabbed hold of Chris’ wrist, moving it down to her pussy. To Chris’ surprise, she was more soaked than the towels he had prepared. But he wasn’t complaining. Not at all. The sweatpants Jill had started to wear once her jeans became too tight were wetter than anything she had ever felt before, and the lust boiling inside of her core, ready to spill over.
Jill sat up straighter, gently rocking her hips against Chris’ hand as he continued to milk her dry with his other one. He knew her body better than his own even with all the changes and new curves to explore. Chris knew what drove Jill wild, and a simple fingerfucking often opened the door for a night of pleasure. “Come on Jill, be a good girl and spread ya legs for me.”, Chris muttered into her ear, a kiss behind it followed. Jill, who was already needy and desperate for more, spread her legs as far as she could, giving Chris access to what was his.
His fingers moved through her folds, savouring the wetness and the feeling of how she bucked her hips towards his touch. “Ah ah, stay calm Jill. We have the whole day.”, Chris teased her, earning a disappointed groan from her side. Every stretch mark, every little insecurity was long forgotten the moment Chris dipped two of his fingers inside of her, drawing a soft moan from her lips. “Fuck, Chris!”, Jill whimpered out as her grip on his thighs increased, surely would leave marks afterwards.
Chris moved his fingers in and out of her for a short while, the wet sounds echoing off the walls as she became a waterfall under his touch. Soon enough he changed his movement. Instead of in and out, Chris moved his fingers in a motion as if he was telling her to come here. But instead of coming here, she was close to coming around his fingers. The soft spasm around his fingers made his own hard cock twitch.
Jill groaned in disappointment when Chris removed his fingers from her pussy, having been so close to a surely mind breaking orgasm. But Chris gave her no time to complain. With a few quick movements, he got rid of his clothes, his hard cock leaking precum already. Jill licked her lips at the sight, but there was no time for any of this. She needed him inside of her - now!
“Come here”, Chris said as he grabbed Jill’s hips, pulling her close to him. She moved herself up a bit, just right in position for Chris’s cock to brush against her folds, earning a low groan from him. “Shit…”, he muttered as he grabbed hold of his cock, dragging it along her wetness, just enough to lube himself up - and there was more than enough of it.
“You ready?”, Chris asked, Jill nodding in reply. With a nearly painfully slow movement, Chris pushed inside her pussy, both of them moaning in relief. To their surprise, Jill’s tits started leaking again. “Wow.”, was everything Chris managed in this moment to get out. Jill started to move her hips, sinking down further on his cock, needing more of him.
Soon enough, the room was filled with soft moans and groans, Chris’ hands wandering over her body for he couldn’t contain himself. Her breasts, her hips, her pussy, everything was delicious and if he could, he’d eat her up. But instead of doing this, he focused on her pleasure to make her fall apart. Every brush over her clit made Jill’s whole body shake, squeezing her eyes shut as she came closer and closer to her orgasm.
“Chris, I...I’m gonna cum!”, Jill whimpered out as she leaned against Chris’ chest, him pounding into her from under her. She held onto her breasts, squeezing more of her milk out as the knot inside of her tightened, ready to burst at any moment. “Cum for me. Cum for me Jill.”, Chris groaned out and focused on her clit even more.
This was enough for her to explode in an orgasm like never before. Jill stilled on top of Chris, her whole body shaking as she came. Chris followed suit, his own orgasm approaching only seconds later. While he painted her walls white, Jill milked his cock how he milked her before.
The wet sounds soon came to an ending as Chris’ cock slipped out of Jill’s pussy, leaving the sweetest mess behind. Jill groaned and got off Chris’ lap, dropping on the bed next to him. “Nobody told me having sex while pregnant would be that exhausting!”, Jill chuckled, wiping the sweat off of her forehead. Chris grabbed one of the towels they had previously used, cleaning her pussy from any cum left behind.
After throwing the towel into the washing machine, Chris found Jill deep asleep in their bedroom. He smiled at the sight, tucked her in. “I love you, Jill.”, he whispered, earning a soft sound from her. A soft kiss on her forehead followed, and he knew she was the most perfect woman in the whole wide world.
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rextasywrites · a day ago
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Little Darling 4 - a Lady Dimitrescu x Mia Winters fanfiction
"The walls of the basement were still as cold and slick as the day Lady Dimitrescu turned into what she was today. Some mold was still growing in corners here and there, but mostly it was contained to sealed boxes. “You turned because of the mold too?”"
what awaits Mia in the basement of Lady Dimitrescu's castle? how is the mold connected to both survivour, even if their trauma was 500 years apart?
ohhh boy i am SO happy with this fic yall have no idea. big thanks to everyone who has commeted on my fics so far, you make writing a fun process. i hope you enjoy the new chapter! !!!flashbacks are written in cursive!!! <3 <3 <3
Warnings: mention of child death, various mental illnesses
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During the night, the snowfall in the valley had increased, snowing most of the village in. Lady Dimitrescu stood on the balcony, taking a drag from her smoke, blowing out smoke that nearly froze in the cold air. Mia was still fast asleep, the exhaustion caught up on her once the nightmares vanished. Lady Dimiterescu didn’t get any sleep during this very night - sleep was barely needed for her anyways, but she had ignored her own tiredness in favour of making sure Mia was okay. Guess the ‘human’ touch worked wonders on the traumatized.
“Lady Dimitrescu?”, Mia’s tired voice ripped her out of her thoughts and she turned around to face the young woman, standing in the doorway to the balcony, rubbing her sleepy eyes. “Can you close the door? I am freezing.”
“Oh right, you humans and your temperature problems.”, Lady Dimitrescu chuckled as she stepped back into the bedroom, “and please, call me Alcina.”
“Alright, Alcina.”, Mia chuckled, sitting back on the bed she had just emerged from, stretching her body from this good night’s sleep. “What is the plan for today? Will you show me where Rosy is?”
“Not yet. Before, you have to understand a few things. A few things about us. You worked with bio weapons before, so you will understand quickly enough…”
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The walls of the basement were still as cold and slick as the day Lady Dimitrescu turned into what she was today. Some mold was still growing in corners here and there, but mostly it was contained to sealed boxes. “You turned because of the mold too?”
“Exactly. I spent hundreds of years dissecting my own blood to find out what was the trigger in this very mold, turning me into...this.”, Lady Dimitrescu said as she took a seat in the very same place the plague doctor had been on. “What I have come to realize - the plague doctors and fuck knows who else worked on the mold...they created an early version of the mold you were infected with. Of course, early and very simple, but you can see what it did to me.”
Mia nodded as she listened to Alcina talk, taking in the surrounding. It all reminded her so much of the basement she was locked in for three years, she could even feel the hard mattress under her spine. Something she never told Ethan was that she spent most of these years either trying to escape or sleep her injuries off. Eveline didn’t let her go. “How did they manage this back in...1500-something?”
“You are asking good questions, dear. I suppose the mold had a spontaneous mutation which caused its effects on me. I saw the dead bodies of previous victims. They died of mold poisoning or its effects on their lungs. Was lucky there, ‘suppose. And now I am immortal and could take over the world if I wanted to. Do I want to? Fuck no.”
“Why not?”, Mia chuckled at the thought of a vampire lady ruling over the world. What would the aliens say that watch us all day long? “Nothing could stop you. Not even any kind of bio weapons so far.”
“That’s the thing! Redfield and his team are developing a cure to the mold as we speak, with Rosy’s blood. The mold we were infected with is dangerously similar. Since no D-series exists anymore, they had to work with what they get. Ever since I got word of the D-series and the mold, I kept my eyes on your team and you. Because you would be the key to our deaths.”
“But why are they after you and your daughters? You haven’t caused any significant troubles, like turning a whole city into zombies…”
“Because we are mutants in the end. We shouldn’t exist in a perfect world with all sunshines and rainbow pooping unicorns. Too bad the world is a cruel place. Helping Redfield with the resurrection of Jill Valentine was the worst mistake I have made in over 500 years of living.”, Lady Dimitrescu explained, trailing over her exposed arm. Her veins were visible, but it was clear the mold had taken over her bloodstream judging by the colour alone. “The mold feeds off human blood. Once my blood was out, I started to thirst for whatever blood I could find. Most of the time I settled for homeless or old people - you know, the kind of people no one would miss.”
“...that makes sense, and that’s something rare to say in a situation like this.”, Mia said, earning a smile from Lady Dim- Alcina. “And why...don’t you just surrender and die? You have lived for over 500 years?”
“Oh Mia.”, Lady Dimitrescu chuckled as she stood up, cupping Mia’s cheeks, “Death is something so personal, trust me. It’s about the choice. If I want to kill myself, I’d just turn the mold into a vaccine. But being killed by a big mouthed assface who thinks the world belongs to him? I won’t give up without a fight. My daughters won’t give up without a fight. Suicide is something so personal.”
“Here.”, Carlos placed the newspaper article in front of Chris. Several homeless people had been found dead, drained of their blood. Chris read it with great interest, even though his Romanian was rusty. “Drained of their blood in Romania? This is either some sick dracula cosplayer or we have our eyes on vampires. Maybe they are the key to life!”
Chris raised an eyebrow at Carlos, “You really are into the thought of bringing her back to life, aren’t you?”
“Chris, look”, Carlos sighed, frustration and anger present in his mimic, “This is not the death Jill deserves. She deserves a second chance! Without the blood and pain and bio weapons. Fuck, let her adopt five cats and a llama if it makes her happy. But this is not the death she deserves”, and he pointed towards the cold camber her lifeless body was resting in. She looked so peaceful, as if she was just sleeping. Her blonde hair had fallen over her face, as if she was a fallen angel, ready to spread her wings at any given second. Chris might have given up on her, but not Carlos.
“Send out Kennedy then. He knows how to deal with the dirty work.”
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The reports from Leon were clear. Mutants had infested the castle, but they weren’t much of a threat while Leon had been in there. It actually seemed as if they were avoiding him. But the key was a moment he accidentally witnessed.
“Lady Dimitrescu!”, a cry broke through the quietness of the castle. Leon had heard this sort of cry before - a mother who had just lost her child. A cry he never wanted to hear again. “Please help me! My daughter, my little baby…!”, she wailed as the three daughters surrounded her, taking the dead body of the toddler from her. The blonde daughter ran to where Lady Dimitrescu was staying while the two others comforted the hysteric mother. The child was pale and stiff, and must have been dead for quite a while. Leon swallowed dry at the view. He could deal with zombies and mutants in the weirdest ways, but dead children...he could never get used to this.
About an hour later, Lady Dimitrescu walked out of her study with the little girl, who was looking at least more alive. The colour had returned to her face and her chest was moving a little bit. “Here.”, she smiled as she handed the lady her daughter, “She needs rest for a few more days. Keep her warm and secure, bedrest is the best idea there. Also, she will be very thirsty once she wakes up. Let her drink all the water she needs, her body is severely dehydrated.”
Because of this, Leon decided to stay a few days more. He followed the mother to her home and stayed hidded. About a week later, he knocked on the door of the woman, asking for her help, if she had seen his dog ‘Rex’.
“Sadly, I have not.”, the woman said, and from the corner of his eyes, Leon was able to spot the once dead daughter, playing with some barbies. “But if I see him, I will let you know.” This was all the confirmation he needed. Leon headed back to the USA the following day to report from what he witnessed, and how they could be the key to saving Jill.
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kae-does-arts · a day ago
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When there's not enough coffee in the universe to deal with whatever clownery is going on in the STARS office... Chris.
@starstruck-mj requested Jill Valentine B8 With the hewwo palette. 😌💖
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icetrey92 · 2 days ago
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RE3 Clem Valentine
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mistergaslight · 2 days ago
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Jill has made it to the Clock Tower, which is supposed to be where an extraction chopper is waiting. But this is Resident Evil, and neat happy endings just don't exist. Come watch as I play through the second half of Resident Evil 3: Nemesis! 
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