Lennyard

Jill Valentine x Female!Reader

warnings — 18+ NSFW implied smut, heavy aftercare, soft but possessive behavior, biting/leaving marks, reassurance & praise, gentle hair pulling, lots of skin-to-skin contact

If you sleep with your back to her, her palm will always rest securely either on your stomach or your hip, her fingers gently but firmly pressing into your skin. If you try to move away to the edge of the bed, she will pull you back to the center in her sleep, wrapping herself around you without breaking contact even for a second.

Jill is the kind of woman for whom your pleasure and comfort always come first. The moment her breathing finally steadies, she props herself up on her elbow just to look deep into your eyes. Her voice will sound very soft but grounded ‚Are you okay? Was I too rough?'. It's deeply important for her to hear your answer, even if it's just a quiet whisper or a nod. only then will she allow herself to fully relax.

When everything is over, she doesn't just lie down next to you, she literally pulls you flush against her body, letting you rest your head on her shoulder or chest. She loves feeling your weight and your heartbeat. It's important for her to physically hold you with her whole body to finally truly relax.

During moments of rest, she often buries her hand in your hair, gently running her fingers through the strands. Jill lazily plays with a lock of your hair, twirling it around her index finger. Sometimes she pulls it ever so slightly towards herself, making you tilt your head back, just so she can catch your gaze and smile softly.

In the silence, Jill notices the dark, flushed marks on your skin that she left earlier. Whispering a quiet, breathy 'I completely lost myself... but you liked it, didn’t you, darling?', she begins to soothe them with slow, lingering apology-kisses, as if physically healing your skin with her lips until she feels you completely melt and relax.

Jill always radiates a comforting warmth, and after intimacy, her skin feels incredibly hot. She loves it when you, trying to cool down, press your cool body against her. She won't pull away, instead, she will lock you in her strong arms and pull you even closer, warming you better than any blanket.

When her breathing finally evens out, her kisses become slow, lazy, and deeply intimate. She can spend a long time softly kissing your face, your collarbones, or the tips of your fingers, as if silently studying every single part of you all over again.

made in heaven ࿐🪽

I’m just gay tf

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I was thinking today that Jill was most likely trained personally by Wesker to fight just like him, and that made me feel even sorrier for her.

Things we carry

Made this drawing and trying to decide whether I should go with a background color or just white.

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i'm a lesbian. i've always known that i liked women, but i only just now realized that wanting to be attracted to men and actually being attracted men is not the same thing. or more so that i wanted so badly to be attracted to men but i am not.

im okay with being a lesbian, so so so okay with it. in fact, this realization has like freed me in a way. i no longer feel anxiety about the possibility of ending up with a man because i now know that i wont.

but is it normal to like, i don't know, mourn the person i thought i was? or maybe it's not the person i was, i mean im still me. maybe it's the life i thought i could have?

i want kids, like more than anything i've ever wanted in my entire life. I know that i can have a wife and kids and that sounds so incredibly wonderful. but like i don't know. the thought of meeting the right guy was just something that i thought might happen for me and in a way it would just be... easier? i hope this doesn't sound problematic, this is just the experience im having.

i keep on having that back and forth with myself.

"what if i just haven't met the right guy yet?" but im certain that's just internalized issues speaking.

i've dated men. it's fine until things become physical. i know that i don't enjoy it, i just feel like i should so i convince myself that i do. if things go badly im always relieved. i find myself more upset that ive lost a potential friend, rather than being upset that i lost a potential life partner.

i also now have to decenter men. which, granted, i should've already done. but i don't know how the fuck to do that like ugh.

i feel so free and so confused at the same time.

and i know i dont have to have everything figured out but i dont like not knowing things.

Just like you, I always knew I liked women, and I just forget about it a bit.

I kinda told myself that I was open to other sexuality other than straight, but I never stopped to really feel. I just decided wether I liked or not a boy if it was convenient(yeah, I know, a bit cold but I was a repressed lesbian)

Literally every single thought that was beyond heterosexuality was justified as simple admiration towards women.

Until, for the first time in my life, more or less five months ago, I questioned for the first time in my life if I really liked men.

I only had one relationship with a man. No physical contact almost(I felt extremely uncomfortable), and no more than simple pecks or one or two hugs. Emotionally I forced myself to literally fit in the role that I was supposed to play.

Whatever, I started to realize that maybe I was exactly the one thing that I’ve always told myself it was impossible.

And then it came the doubt. The grief.

Because all the structures you’ve built along your life, the ideal of a perfect life with your “blonde prince”, your father taking you from your arm as you both walk toward your future, the “normal” future, the comfortable…

The joy of finding out you are pregnant by surprise, feeling the traditional dynamic, the protection they’ve always promised you, that child being half yours half his…

And you genuinely feel like…, it has never fucking fit.

And you feel it is unfair. Because it is.

Because your future shouldn’t be “normalcy”, but the only thing that makes your heart jump in your chest.

But then, it comes the reality. And the truth of your heart.

And finally, even when your grieving that past you, even when you’re still questioning yourself if you can just come back to be that blind girl again, you start really longer for someone for the first time. And this time, it finally fucking fits. Not in a society but in your mere soul.

And you yearn for the curve of a waist, or the fleshy, so sweet lips that for the first time, make you feel like this is your own version of that blonde prince. The weight of her body, the sound of her laughter. Her her her.

It gets better. It always does ❤️💝💝💝

(Sorry is super long 😭😭😭😭, but I really want to help you just as I would have liked to be helped at that moment. Hugs and kisses darling, you’re so strong ❤️❤️❤️)