galp4lentine: An independent, selective, and mutuals-only depiction of Jill Valentine from Resident Evil
Hello! This blog is 21+ only as there will be mature themes addressed here as well as usft content. I'm very new to the RP scene and tumblr in general so please be patient with me as I bimble about figuring out how this all works.
In particular I want to explore the emotions and inner conflicts behind our loveable S.T.A.R.S. badass. Jill has an incredibly varied story throughout the canon of the games and there's so much to explore. I find that my portrayal of her can vary quite a lot depending on which stage of her life the interaction is taking place and who she's interacting with.
I currently consider myself high-activity but am very cautious about growing further because I'm a little overwhelmed at the moment. In general I follow my muse and will sometimes hyperfixate on particular threads or pairings. That means that sometimes you will see me exchanging rapidly with someone while you may be waiting for a reply from me. What I can say is that it's never personal, half the time I don't feel very in control of what threads I pick up and when. I can also say that even if it feels like you're waiting on something from me, I'm probably thinking about our thread, and I encourage talking about ideas or our characters OOC while the gears of my brain are turning. Interacting with me OOC a bit is the best way to help build my comfort level and get my mind focused on our interaction.
When it comes follows and mutuals, in general I follow first when I am very interested in interacting, same with following back. I intentionally keep my circle very small because online communities give me massive anxiety. If we're mutuals but legitimately never interact IC or OOC I will likely end up softblocking during a pass just to clean things up. If you're following me on a sideblog and we already interact please give me a knock on the head to become mutuals or I will totally forget.
Jill is chaotically piloted by Kora (36, She/they, CST)
Verses
Memes >> send me asks! I love them
Rules listed below the cut.
1. The standard roleplay rules apply and please do not god mod. If you want to know how Jill would react to something you want to put in a post, just ask! I love discussing character interactions and I'm open to ceding limited control so long as I get to agree to it beforehand.
All the above said, please be patient with me. I hold myself accountable to all the rules I lay out here, but as mentioned I am very new to all of this. I started RP in the beginning of 2026 and I'm still learning terms and etiquette and I will make mistakes. If I make a misstep when writing with you, please reach out to me ooc so that we can discuss it and resolve it like adults.
2. I prefer to write in past tense and third person. I prefer to channel my creativity into my writing so my posts are going to look basic with small text. I generally use italics for Jill's internal thoughts and bold for her spoken dialogue, but I'm still finding my style. I'm a big fan of accessibility so if there are ways you would like me to format my writing for readability or to accommodate a neurodivergence or disability let me know!
3. My interpretation of Jill is my own. I take inspiration both from the canon present in various media, but also a healthy dose of head canon. I love discussing character interpretations because I feel like it helps me learn about her. However, outright criticism of how I write Jill is not something I tolerate, nor will I criticize your portrayal of your character, even if I disagree. If we're not vibing together we can simply part ways. I'm here to write fun stories and revel in a universe I love dearly, not participate in drama.
4. This blog will contain adult themes, primarily nsfw content, but also potentially violence, drug use, and suicidal ideation. Due to events in Jill's canon I will also occasionally reference trauma related to mind control and lack of consent/bodily autonomy. In general, dub-con and non-con are not topics I want to engage in when it comes to nsfw content. I'm going to do my best with tagging content warnings appropriately, and if there's something specific you need me to tag or to avoid in writing let's hash it out before we start writing.
5. This blog is both multi-verse and multi-ship, so I consider each character pairing/ship/plot to be a unique universe. I tend to favor writing romance and slice of life content, but I am open to strictly platonic exchanges or more action oriented scenes. Basically, if you've got an idea you're excited about bring it up! I do not deal with exclusive ships or pairings. I don't condemn anyone who does but it's not my thing.
6. Memes and asks are fair game to everyone, this includes nsfw content, no ship or preexisting plot required. I consider memes and asks to be fun little diversions, even if our characters have an active thread—absolutely feel free to continue asks you find inspiring. I'm more than happy to canonize asks or use them for starters. My memes have no expiration date; if it's under my tag it's fair game. Some suggestive memes are open to interpretation, so if you specifically do not want nsfw content or need to veil/fade to black for an ask, please specify in the ask or reach out to me in a dm.
7. I love original characters and alternate universes, I'm open to work shopping a thread with an OC or with RE characters in an AU. I've also gotten more comfortable with yeeting Jill into AU scenarios for fun.
8. Unfortunately I am not comfortable with duplicates at this time, so I will likely softblock a duplicate blog if you follow me, and I will likely blacklist your blog tag to prevent it from showing up on my dash. I do this because I will personally worry about accidentally stealing ideas or get in my own head about my interpretation. This is 100% a "me" problem, please do not take this as any reflection of you or your portrayal. I will update this if my stance changes. I don't like the idea of excluding cool people who also love Jill, I just have to do this to protect my mental health.
9. I will never knowingly interact with AI-generated content or use AI myself in any of the materials on this blog. I put a lot of thought and effort into my work here and the interactions I build with people, it means a lot to me. Sadly AI-generated content of all forms is getting increasingly hard to identify so if I make a mistake I would appreciate a nudge so I can investigate and purge accordingly.
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spinning down my activity levels for the next few days. i'll read everything i receive, but my output and presence on dash will be borderline non-existent.
some load-bearing beam for my mental health fractured last night, gotta go deal with that. probably just burnout. feel free to hit me up on dis.cord for plotting and general chat in the meantime.
The dance tonight seemed like it was hours ago. Some tight sensation in his gut had made him march over there and take Jill's hand. It had been Chris. It had been the sight of Jill and Chris dancing that had sparked a jealous rage inside his innards, forcing him forward. Albert denied the fact that he felt any sense of jealousy and possessiveness towards Jill Valentine, but tonight had proven him wrong whether or not he wanted to admit it.
"If I'd had known you felt this way earlier, perhaps I'd have asked you over sooner," he replied, a little smirk at the corner of his lips. The two of them had been fooling each other, unbeknownst. This is exactly what he'd wanted, to have Jill fall for his trickery, but this could have stopped weeks and weeks ago. This could have stopped any time he deemed it necessary. How was sleeping with Jill going to solve anything when she'd already let her guard down? Just because he'd feigned attraction hadn't meant he had to follow through with sex.
Be damned if it felt good, though.
"Perhaps the time of being a gentleman is over, hm?" Her hands gripped him, nails biting against his pale skin, and those legs wrapped around his hips, meeting him as he began to thrust against her. God damnit she felt good. Either that or it had simply been way too long since he'd shared his body with another.
His cock sunk inside her, her moan loud in his ear, and sending a surge of blood all down his spine, prickling the hair at his nape and his skin that was now covered in goosebumps of pleasure. He had not considered to hear her like this before, perhaps in a moment fleeting, but it was better than any mere thought.
He held himself on a single hand as he gripped the back of her thigh with his other, his knees keeping him supported on the mattress.
Meeting her lips with his, Albert kissed her again, this time a little less controlled and more sloppy, more needy as the bed beneath them gave a healthy squeak as hips continued to rock back and forth.
He ignored the fact that a looming conversation was going to be had after any of this.
There was a valiant part of Jill's brain attempting to puzzle out what the "after" looked like as he fucked her. Was she about to spend the night in Albert Wesker's home curled up next to him? She didn't think he'd be the type to kick her out so late in the evening but it dawned on her that since all of this had surprised both of them, she really didn't know how he behave about any of this. And that was just thinking about what might happen in the next twenty minutes. It got far more complicated if she allowed herself to think about if this was simply a flash in the pan, or if it could be something…else.
Her mind was about implode on the fact that they'd have to see each other at work knowing how good he felt inside her, but those thoughts were chased away as Albert's mouth found hers. Her mind snapped back to the task at hand thank god and she opened her mouth to him entwining their tongues. A tight coil of pleasure grew in her core as he continued to thrust deeper within her, but she wanted more, needed more.
Her hands left his shoulder and she secretly hoped she'd left a mark, a tiny possessive spark blooming from a seed. She ran one hand along the back of his neck, threading her fingers though his hair before gripping the back of his head. The other dipped between their bodies, down to play with her clit. The sharp burst of pleasure drew a pathetic whine deep within her throat and she gripped his head a little harder.
"Tell me you're enjoying this as much as I am. God, I'm getting so close," she breathed raggedly against his mouth.
❝ And I take it wood widdling didn’t scratch the itch? ❞ He can understand wanting to keep your hands busy, he just happen to preffer a tame craft like tuning a bike.
❝ You know, I've had women give me cakes, cards, and drawings, but ── this is a new one. ❞ Kennedy cross examines the accessory. Yeah this was new.
"What? No. Obviously not, wood is boring. Why would I make stuff out of wood when I can use bone instead." To her this is obvious. But she let out a heavy sigh and slumped into a chair next to him. It was probably time to let him in on her plan.
"FINE, I'll level with you. For starters, they're chicken bones, nothing freaky, locally sourced, too." The world was in a pretty shit state but they weren't at Mad Max levels yet. Had he actually thought they were human?
She pulls out another, identical bone necklace from her bag and fastens it around her neck, proudly displaying this second creation.
"You know we're meeting up with Chris and Claire later right? We show up wearing these, but refuse to acknowledge them. Considering your reaction it'll definitely mess with their heads. Been awhile since we've messed with the Reds, I wanted us to match," she grumbled.
A nod comes from Emily, pushing up the eye covers like glasses in readjustment. Her head still followed the sound of Jill's voice. It would be a bit for the girl's eyes to recover from the removal of cataracts and getting used to being able to see again. "Jill." Emily mumbled to herself; putting the name to memory.
"Yeah. Just spending some time outside and getting to know the area." Grace answered. There's an awkward chuckle following that in through, "Honestly I didn't do much of that before all this. Mostly just kept to around where I live and work."
Though her fear of being outside before everything took the most of the blame. Paranoia of something happening to her. It's still there, but thankfully now it wasn't as bad.
Her eyes looked down at Emily, who's attention was still at Jill. Watching and seeing what she does. If Grace can trust her, then it would be okay.
Jill nodded at Grace's explanation, she imagined that given how often the blonde's life had been at risk over the years, market excursions weren't exactly her number one activity. She startled a little at Grace's offer, had she been so obvious about her desire to join them she'd been found out without saying a word? Ashcroft really was perceptive, had she noticed some change in her facial expression? Though an equally likely explanation was that Grace was simply a nice person.
Jill's broke out into a proper grin as she said, "Yeah, I'd like that a lot actually, thank you." She lifted her basket of carefully selected veggies and ingredients, "I've got everything I was searching for today, so I'm game for wherever you want to explore. They've got all sorts of stalls 'round this place, not just produce."
Jill motioned for Grace to lead the way as a small twinge of anxiety crept along her spine. Was she honest to god nervous about spending time with a small child? The thought was ridiculous but Jill couldn't deny that it was true. She just didn't ever spend much time around kids! She'd especially have to watch her foul mouth, but if this went well, a cozy little idea had begun to from in her head.
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well, if there was one way to distract grace from her raging shit storm of thoughts, it was certainly jill's touch. the blonde couldn't help but melt against her, forgetting her earlier worries - clearly someone didn't care that much about the coffee maker if she was already shoving a hand down grace's pants. they both knew it was the quickest way to help grace with her thoughts and she had never been so pleased to be known so well.
a small gasp left her lips as she felt fingers on her clit under her waist band, her eyes shutting almost immediately as her hips pressed forward, eager for that familiar tantalizing pressure. only a thin layer of cotton separated their skin but it might as well not have even existed for how much grace liked what was happening.
her arm reached up and over behind her, grabbing jill's hair, needing something to hold onto as her lips parted and shuddering breaths left her. " f-fuck, jill... "
how in the world was she supposed to think of anything when her girlfriend had such masterfully sinful hands? when she could feel her breasts against her back and focus on little else besides the movements down below? the growl in her lover's voice? all of it only made her far more desperate.
" i-i don't care how," grace breathed out with a gasp. " j-just fuck me - please..."
Jill withdrew her hand from Grace's pants with one final drag along her slit. She maneuvered Grace over to the kitchen table, stripping off her bottoms as they went. When they'd made it to their destination, Jill gently pressed onto Grace's back so that she was bent over the table. She took a moment to run her hands along the blonde's ass before bending over Grace to whisper in her ear.
"God, I all want to do is taste you, but first….You were too loud last time, the little old lady next door stopped me to complain when I left." Jill's lips curled into a grin as she said it, they both knew that the woman in question probably couldn't hear a gunshot going off let alone what they got up to. "So this time, I don't want to hear a peep out of you, no matter how good it feels. You can do that for me right, Grace?"
Jill pressed a kiss to Grace's ear as she pulled away to settle down into a crouch. Years spent moving low as a thief had made a position like this feel like second nature, with the added benefit now of being able to eat out her girlfriend with ease. Jill placed a few slow kisses on the back of one of Grace's thighs before placing her palms on the blonde's ass to spread her open. She brought her mouth to Grace's center, tongue lapping at the sensitive bud as she got to work.
Claire chases Jill with a needy little hum. Unfortunately, they need to breathe. But she still seeks a moment longer of intimate closeness by brushing the tip of her nose with Jill's, her breaths coming in slow and heavy draws. There's still a lingering smile twitching her lips — that subtle tug on her lip did something for her, alright.
She adjusts to their newfound position. There's no room left between them for just friendship, but she tries not to give the thought too much weight. "Well, if the shoe fits." She offers with a casually widening smile, one that splits into a grin. What else could she call herself? She slept on this for too long, and she hadn't made an intentional move. Well, on the fridge, but everything with Jill had been a happy stumbling accident.
Shifting her weight into Jill, she tests what it feels like to crowd in on her, to almost pin her against the countertop. Claire doesn't know if it feels natural, she only knows it feels good, which has everything to do with testing this out with her. The hand at Jill's nape lowers in a heavy drag, snaking up beneath her tank top to explore freely at her back.
Her other hand is already trailing Jill's pants, thumb playing at her belt loop when Jill pins her with a nervous look. She immediately pauses. Searches out her face. Hopes she isn't second-guessing... whatever the fuck this is. But the confession allows Claire to exhale a small breath of relief. Really, was that it? "Us. Yeah... yeah, okay. I'm not used to having a direction so fast, but I like it..."
Claire reaches for Jill's hand at her ribs. Holds it up to press a small kiss at her fingers, then holds them to her cheek. "Let's date. I'm your girlfriend now." The sweetness of the moment bleeds out as her hand at Jill's back snaps open the clasp of her bra. Her teeth graze her own lip in a cheeky expression that offers absolutely zero apologises — especially as she mouths over and sucks at the fingers formerly pressed to her cheek.
Jill was not used to being on the back-foot in a romantic encounter, she wasn't used to being the vulnerable one, needy and spouting confessions. She could swear she was in control when she walked into her apartment and caught little Miss Redfield stealing her food. But god that charming smile and that hand playing across the skin of her back was sending Jill's brain in circles.
Jill couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of her chest as Claire skipped past any semblance of a conversation regarding how to go about this. But relief coursed through her body, and the anticipation of the evening ahead of them replaced it soon after. Apparently I have a girlfriend now, leave it to Claire! And that was what she was going to do tonight, let Claire call the shots. Whatever she wanted, she was going to get. Jill was just going to enjoy giving up all the control she so commonly hoarded and trusting in her…well…girlfriend.
What was being made abundantly clear to Jill was that Claire wanted her naked and she was all too happy to oblige. Or she would, if she wasn't currently mesmerized by the sucking sensation on her fingers, her mind fantasizing about where else she needed Claire's mouth tonight. They should probably move to the bedroom to be more comfortable, but again, if Claire wanted to fuck her in the kitchen then that's what was going to happen. Loathe as she was to create any space between them, Jill gave Claire a gentle push on the hips but remained where she had been pressed against the counter—she wanted this to be a little bit of a show.
Jill took the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up over her head in a slow, tantalizing drag, the effect only lessened by the awkward clatter of her bra hitting the floor. Her breasts and nipples pebbled with the slight chill of the air, but the real reason was desire washing over her with Claire watching her. Her jeans and underwear came next, wiggling out of them a bit faster as she grew inpatient needing Claire's touch again already.
"Here I am, right in front of you, all yours, Little Red," she started, gaze burning into Claire's. "If you want a direction, I've got one for you—take me." It came out as more of a rasp as want permeated every fiber of her being.
This isn't official TerraSave business, but that won't stop Bethany from using its contact avenues to reach out. A combination of blather and charm helps her get exactly what she needs. A way to contact the one and only Jill Valentine. It's unfortunate that she has no way to tell exactly to which degree the BSAA has her locked down for observation. That said, it's highly likely all email correspondence through their surveys are monitored, or at the very least scanned. With such potential surveillance in mind, Bethany composes something rather dry, that she hopes will not be flagged.
Ms Valentine,
Good morning, I hope you are recovering well after your ordeal in Kijuju. We have not yet met, but my name is Bethany Hawke, I am with TerraSave.
If you need anything, please don't hesitate to reach out!
All of your efforts in the fight against bioterror mean so much to all of us, and we wish you well.
Can we help you in any way?
There is a saying, that trouble comes in threes. I hope there are no such dark clouds on the horizon for you. All we can do is look ahead, and try to piece together what it means for us.
Best wishes,
B. H.
@hopewrought // semi-plotted unprompted
Jill stared a long time at the inscrutable email displayed on her laptop. Why was the Treasurer of TerraSave reaching out to her, and why the fuck did she know about Kijuju? That was highly classified information even among counter-bioterrorism organizations. She could only think of one person at TerraSave that might know, and that was because Claire Redfield was a dear friend. Something about the email was painfully awkward, too—a rather toothless offer of help for a situation the other woman should know absolutely nothing about.
She was about to delete the email and move on with her day when the last paragraph caught her attention. On a whim she did several more passes of the email with the number "three" in mind and scrawled out "I. need. your. help." on a notepad next to her, staring at it. An utterly benign email, expertly crafted to deliver a simple, secret message. Jill knew that the BSAA didn't have time to scrutinize every email and relied on automatic methods of hunting out suspicious communication. They couldn't say much this way, but it could work for now.
Ms Hawke,
Please tell Claire she has my thanks for connecting us, as that's surely how you came to know of little old me. Our organizations have enjoyed a lovely partnership over the years and your offer of help is much appreciated.
Why me, though? There's no doubt members of the BSAA who would be far better contacts for organizing the type of aid TerraSave offers. My usefulness begins and ends with violence.
What's more, I am nothing but a field agent on extended medical leave—dutifully cared for by my employers.
Two can play at this game, but I think you'll find that I tire of games before too long. I hope that we can speak plainly some day, though perhaps that'll have to wait until we get to know each other a little more.
Jill took her phone off the BSAA network and fired of a text to Claire stating that they needed to meet somewhere private to discuss Ms Bethany Hawke.
Jill was leaning over the fax machine, reaching for something. Wesker was not the kind of man for public displays of affection, not to mention the fact that whatever had been happening between them was meant for no one else's eyes but theirs. But the sight of Jill leaning over did something to make his blood rush deep into his innards. Perhaps it was the lingering memory of the bed that they had shared.
He did not sneak up on her--that was a bad idea when you were in a room full of people who had guns in holsters, and combat ready for hand-to-hand. He cleared his throat, giving himself away, before he spanked her on the backside with the palm of his hand, a glimmer in his eyes behind his shades.
"Miss Valentine," he greeted, the hour early and the S.T.A.R.S. office having minimal staff (and eyes to see what he'd just done).
@vvcsker //bully, tease, fuck up my muse // accepting!
Jill sensed Albert's presence behind her before he even announced his himself. She'd gotten used to keeping track of where he was when she'd had been "fake" seducing him. This had only heightened ever since they'd given themselves over to each other, though despite having a discussion there still found themselves in very unusual territory. Whatever they were, whatever they were doing from now on (as another rendezvous had not transpired between them yet beyond that one night) it was private and no one else was to know about it. The ethical implications were complicated enough, but they'd also decided that this was between the two of them and no one else had the right to know.
Color Jill surprised when she felt Albert's hand firmly smack her ass, the sound reverberating around the near empty office. Did he actually just fucking do that? At WORK? A multitude of conflicting reactions coursed through her, first and foremost was simply shock. She could wrap her mind around Albert spanking her in the bedroom, but in a public setting, at their job where they were trying to keep this under wraps? The flip-side of the coin was the slow realization that it had turned her on. Not so much their current setting, but being have her ass slapped by him in general.
Jill slowly turned to face Albert; she could only imagine what sort of look he had behind those shades, but it definitely wasn't neutral.
"Fuck. You." she mouthed at him, but she wasn't able to stop the urge to bite her own lip as she gave him a quick once over. She really did prefer his S.T.A.R.S. uniform to that stuffy official dress she'd suffered through at the ball. Fortunately there was a manila folder within easy reach, the documents that, conveniently, she'd been photocopying for the staff meeting later that day. She took a moment to bend down and shifted her position just slightly creating some audible noise before standing back up again.
"Captain," she started, her tone playfully admonishing, "I hadn't expected you to be so clumsy. Feeling tired this morning?" she asked before pointedly handing the manila folder to him as Barry walked by. When the coast was clear, Jill met his eyes heat blazing behind her gaze. What on earth did this mean?
hosting another Resi CGI movie day and i'm so heckin' stoked (two of my friends are watching these for the first time.) we have Damnation, Vendetta, and Death Island queued up for today. we get to see ada, lots of rebecca, and finally jill!
"Kora which of these 6 incredibly attractive main characters are you excited to see most?"
Kora: "yes"
"But you didn't specify..."
*grabs mic: "Y.E.S."
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She’s running full tilt in Jills direction and leaping at her, expecting her to catch her in her arms- Whatever she’s currently holding be damned. “Coming in!!”
@harperhydra //bully, tease, fuck up my muse // accepting!
Jill loved going to Barry's annual barbecues even if it was hot as sin out right now. It was a time for everyone in the various realms of counter-bioterrorism efforts to come together, forget about work, get a little (or a lot) drunk and eat incredible food. Someone, some angel, had brought a truly decadent looking chocolate cake. One of those ultra fancy ones that had tons of intricate layers and even god damn chocolate bark decorating the sides. It was bound to be almost painfully rich and Jill had been hemming and hawing all afternoon about whether or not she was going to take a piece.
She wanted one, there was no question about that, but she rarely let herself have treats so utterly unhealthy as that more than a few times a year. It's not like one piece of cake was going to kill her, but she valued the discipline and control it let her feel, something she valued a lot more in the years of her recovery from Kijuju. But, it's siren call eventually won out and Jill swooped in and secured the very last piece.
She'd found a little corner to let herself drown in this rare indulgence and she was admiring this slice of heaven when a shiver ran down her spine. No, NO! How could she have forgotten, how could she have been so stupid as to let her guard down?! Where the FUCK is Harper!? That was when she heard it, that familiar, evil, war cry sounding from across the way.
Time slowed down for Jill as she spotted Helena sprinting at her. Jill's eyes flashed around, what a FOOL she'd been isolating herself like this. There wasn't a table in sight, no convenient place to stow her precious treasure for what was to come. Jill's eyes locked on Helena's again, marveling at the superhuman speed with which this woman was barrelling towards her. She took one last sorrowful look at the doomed cake in her hands and released a world-weary sigh.
Time sped up, the plate and cake tossed to the side without another thought as Helena's body came crashing into Jill's arms with such force that it knocked them both to the ground. As Helena had no doubt predicted it was a perfect catch, though Jill's ass took the brunt of the blow as they landed on the ground. She let out a pained grunt as her eyes flicked to the side—the cake was utterly destroyed, buried deep in the grass of Barry's lawn. Her gaze swiveled back to the woman in her arms.
"Good to see you too, Helena, same time next year?" she huffed.
i could go to the lengths of properly naming and theming my modern verse where jill leads her own team akin to the hound wolf squad but for stealth and it's got raven vibes. (i will never have the focus to do this)
OR i could just name it "bird shit" and call it good, that's true good call @ofrequiem
Since first meeting up with Jill, it felt like her workload had multiplied. Mostly from the sheer amount of interviews and overall discussions of her discoveries and the writing of her report around them was endless.
Not to mention all the home adjustments Grace has had to make for Emily and getting her up to date on medical needs. All of this was draining. But perhaps a day to just explore the local area would help the two of them. Considering Grace hadn't really done that ever since getting her own place.
The town's local market was up for the day, that'd be the perfect place to get some fresh air!
It didn't take long for a voice calling out for her attention. Thankfully Grace recognized it as Jill as the other woman approached. When she had gotten down to Emily's level, the girl shifted slightly towards Grace; but no signs that she was afraid of this new person.
Jill's heart melted a little seeing Grace and Emily together, seeing the trust this young girl placed in her newly adoptive mother after what she'd been through. Jill didn't know the whole story, but it made sense—if Jill had been a poor traumatized girl, she probably would've been glued to the badass woman who rescued her, too.
Jill returned the little wave with one of her own and a warm smile, "My name's Jill. It's very nice to meet you, Emily."
Jill waited a moment before looking up at Grace from her crouched position. "What brings you guys here? Just enjoying the market on this beautiful day?"
Jill wanted to apologize to Grace for how the BSAA was dragging their feet regarding her request, but she was in no mood to talk about work today, and Grace looked like she was just here to enjoy some family time with her daughter. Besides, Jill had been keeping the blonde updated as things progressed. She wouldn't occupy any more of their time beyond pleasantries but a pang of longing crept up in the back of her mind.
This was something she'd never gotten to have, the trajectory of her life did not leave many opportunities to start a family, and she'd made peace with that reality long ago. She would never intrude if it turned out she wasn't welcome, but a tiny part of her hoped that she could live a little vicariously through Grace today.
It was a normal Saturday morning until Jill made one tiny misstep. Barely even a trip, she already caught herself and seems quite happy to carry on with her day as though nothing happened.
Claire, on the other hand, rushes in with the theatrics. She catches an already stabilised Jill around her waist and spins, bringing her back into a very deep and very dramatic dip as though they're performing a tango. "You really have to stop falling head over heels for me, babe." Her smile is far too bright as she slowly eases Jill from her backwards dip. Slowly, slowly, her partner is just that bit taller than her again. It was a nice change of perspective while it lasted.
@clairerevfield // bully, tease, fuck up my muse // accepting
Jill was staring unapologetically at Claire's ass when it happened. The way those jeans hugged her hips just so, combined with that hypnotic swing? Utterly transfixed. In the years she'd known Claire she'd always stolen glances, never wavering in her respect for the younger woman, but just tiny peeks. Now that they were together and she knew she was allowed? Well, that changed things. Plus Claire did just as much staring, they always seemed to be in balance.
Speaking of balance, it was while her gaze was fixed on her girlfriend's butt that Jill nearly ate shit on the pavement as they walked. She was graceful enough in her daily life to avoid being tripped up for long, catching herself quickly. Still, she was quite embarrassed, her cheeks tinging pink. The color only deepened further when that ridiculous woman rushes in, spins, and honest to god dips her from a totally neutral position. Normally Jill would be quick with some sassy response, a playful riposte, but Claire's wit and dramatics had left her totally speechless as she gazed back at the woman she loved.
"No", she said, parroting a simple, direct response Claire so often gave her in their relationship. Because that was impossible—Jill was never going to stop falling for this woman. How could she?
❝ Don’t stop ─ ❞ The request is practically a whine as it escapes her lips, her chest heaving and one hand reaching out to try and find one of Jill’s own. (Novelresilience)
@novelresilience // bully, tease, fuck up my muse // accepting
Jill Valentine was a damn lucky woman. She had Rebecca pressed up against the wall, naked from the waist down, and she was so devastatingly beautiful. That almost-whine Jill had coaxed from her sent heat pooling directly between her legs and the ache down below was becoming unbearable. Jill longed to ease just a fraction of it with one of her own hands, but that plan went to shit the second she spotted Rebecca's questing hand.
Jill took her only free hand and threaded their fingers together, her thumb caressing soft skin. Rebecca was the priority here, she was always the priority for Jill now that they'd come together. Jill's other hand was very occupied. Two fingers were buried in the other woman's center moving in a steadily increasing rhythm while her thumb rubbed rough circles on Rebecca's clit. Jill took a moment to press a soft kiss to her girlfriend's lips before trailing more along her jawline, stopping just short of her ear.
"Don't worry, Coffee Bean," she said, sultry and low, "you should know by now that I'm not going to stop until I feel you unravel around my fingers and you're screaming my name." The smirk that danced across her face was downright evil as she began to hook her fingers upward with each new thrust.
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grace could have cried in relief when she heard jill's familiar voice crackle over the walkie talkie. she thought she was going to go crazy if no one responded. she had already gotten up and gotten moving after making sure nothing was broken or in serious need of aid - well, besides her head, but she couldn't do much about that right now. the first aid kit in the helicopter seemed to have been thrown somewhere she couldn't see. but at least on closer inspection, the pilot was breathing. he just looked... well, not great.
" o-one second, i-i got to - " the radio cut out for a second and she frowned but moved brad so he wasn't upside down stuck in his seatbelt anymore. she was reluctant to move him any more but the helicopter was in bad shape.
so she dragged him as best as she could to a nearby bush that was hopefully not close enough to catch fire should the helicopter blow and hid him as best as she could. she didn't think he'd be waking any time soon.
" j-jill? are you still there? u-uhm, w-we crashed," she got out, taking a deep breath, trying to speak more clearly.
"i-i don't know where anyone else is, i moved brad to a bush to keep him covered, the copter is toast-" she got out, grimacing as she looked at it.
" i-i can't remember, but i think something, hit us?" she frowned, trying to wrack her sore head.
" m-my head is bleeding, but i'm otherwise fine... brad's in really rough shape a-and not waking up, oh my god what if he dies... i can't find the first aid kit... everyone else must have fallen before we landed - j-jill what do i do? "
Jill had no idea what Grace was doing for the brief moment that she wasn't on comm, but each second felt like an eternity as it ticked past. By the time she heard her wife's voice again, Forest seemed to have sorted out the signal and she was coming in clearer. Wesker was now hovering beside the desk, an inscrutable expression on his face.
Jill's mind raced as the flood of information came across the line. Grace was in danger and it took every fiber in her being to stay rooted in her chair instead sprinting out the door to find her. Jill took a deep, calming breath doing her best to settle her nerves. Her wife needed the cool-under-pressure S.T.A.R.S. operative that the Captain hired two years ago, not some frantic ball of chaos. God why wasn't Rebecca here?!
"Grace, our first priority is bandaging that head wound of yours. You need to find some cloth, as clean as you can possibly manage! Apply pressure while you're searching, rip off a clean piece of your uniform if you've got no other options. We've got to slow that bleeding." Internally she was freaking out, but she did her best to project a sense of calm into her voice.
"Grace, once you've got that sorted, you should probably check on Brad, try and see if he's suffering any serious injuries. I'm going to discuss our next step with the Captain, but we're right here," she reassured.
Jill turned her gaze to Wesker, "We've got to get the rest of S.T.A.R.S. involved Cap', our people are out there." Her tone was neutral even though her mood was anything but. She desperately wanted to scream 'That's my WIFE out there' but she knew that a display like that wouldn't work to her advantage here. There was a small grimace on his face before he gave the slightest nod.
"Focus on keeping them alive and figuring out where they are, Jill. I'll start making calls," he said before stalking off.
"Grace? It's me again. Once we're got your injuries sorted we need to work narrow in on your location," she took a moment to lower her voice just in case anyone was still listening. "Backup is coming baby, we've just gotta find you." It sounded so easy when she put it like that, but it was important that they both remained clear-headed right now.
Chris is trying really hard to keep from smiling as he settles beside Jill, his fingers linking together with forearms resting on his thighs. "So, uh, the squad wants to start this betting pool," he begins, blue eyes meeting gray. He clears his throat then rubs his lips together in his ongoing effort not to break into a shit-eating grin. "... They think you can kick my ass. Easily. Perlman and Wilson will put money down. Berkhoff would put all her money on you, she says." The captain shrugs. The only two women of the group naturally gravitate. "How we go about it is up to us. We don't have to fight though."
He starts trying to think of activities they could compete in. The squad knows their captain and his second-in-command are competitive by nature—it isn't something that goes unnoticed within a close-knit team. The duo are forces to be reckoned with. "I swear it wasn't my idea!" Chris holds his hands up and chuckles. "You know what happens when we get together off-duty, we start shit-talking... Having a good time. Keep our minds off all the shit we've gotta deal with for a while." A broad shoulder bumps gently into Jill's. "Thoughts, partner? Do we tell 'em to find another source of entertainment?"
@made0fmold // bully, tease, fuck up my muse // accepting
Chris Redfield was full of shit and even worse at hiding it. Tension built in Jill's shoulders when she spied that barely contained smile on his face. A betting pool? What will they think of next. She bristled a bit at his next words, it was like he was trying to rile her up phrasing it like that. It very much implied that she couldn't kick his ass and it just got her competitive blood roaring in her veins. Exactly what he wanted probably, now that she thought about it.
"I can kick your ass, Chris, just like you can kick mine, just depends on what we're doing," she huffed, leaning back in her chair. "Marksmanship? Point to Redfield. Knife throwing? Me," she drawled, gazing back at him with age old intensity. She continued, "Boulder-punching? Chris. Squeezing into places unseen?" she gave him a sarcastic head-to-toe, "Jill."
She wondered why the squad had left the nature of this hypothetical competition up to them. It sounded like more trouble than it was worth but she knew it would probably be good for squad morale. She returned his shoulder bump as a grin ghosted across her lips unbidden.
"Been awhile since we've been in a proper fight, not sure who would win nowadays," she mused, a bit curious herself. "You know they'll never shut up about it if we say no, might as well right? We just gotta settle on something that won't land one of us in the hospital or Rebecca will kick all of our asses," she chuckled.
