#Platonic Jill Valentine

[missglaskin]

Yandere S.T.A.R.S Team (Resident Evil) platonic headcanons

Note- I am back (It's been years), this has been in my drafts so I said fuck it/this is so messy and the timeline/canon may not be accurate but enjoy! This is mainly platonic, but w/some characters it could be interpreted romantically

Characters; Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, Joseph Forest, Brad Vickers, Forest Speyer, Richard Aiken, Enrico Marini, Kenneth Sullivan, Edward Dewey

The first person you perhaps meet is Albert; he is the leader of the S.T.A.R.S Team. Not only do all the recruiters get approved by him, but he also overlooks all your tests. He greets you like any other, but gradually something takes a hold of him. He's in denial at first, even seeming harsh. You may initially believe he didn't like you; oblivious to the countless files and cameras hidden everywhere.

Having the rest of the team be just as enamored was not on the table. You are immediately welcomed by the team and Rebecca is the first to befriend you since you two are the youngest of the team. Like how Richard was tasked with watching over Rebecca, he’s tasked with the same responsibility over you (even if Wesker preferred to do it himself).

Chris can't help but grow quickly fond of you. He positions himself in the role of your protector; feeling the utmost responsibility for your happiness and safety. So if you have any problems - whether it's with Chief Irons or getting in trouble for say, breaking a rule; trust he'll be quick to intervene and 'save' the day.

You're all Chris ever talks about to Claire and before long, the two of you cross paths. Claire, like her brother assumes herself in the role of being your friend right away. She occasionally pays you visits and you can be sure that you will receive calls from times when she's unable to visit. Claire expects Chris to keep her informed of you at all times.

Barry, Enrico, and Kenneth all take fatherly roles; they look at you and already placed adopted papers on the table ready for you to sign. It makes it all the harder for Wesker to have any absolute control as they all put their foot down.

Barry adores you and it’s not taken lightly when it’s said he treats you as his child, probably cause he views you as actually one of his own. He invites you to a family dinner, introducing you to his family who all naturally take a liking to you. Barry insists on his house always being open if you need a place to stay or run into trouble. 

Since Barry sees you as his own, there is a never-end to his dad jokes. Even when you comment on how terrible it is, he likes seeing the smile on your face. Trust you'll be invited to every birthday, barbecue, or any family Burton event.

Enrico while he adopted a fatherly role, he was a bit reluctant to get so attached to you. He’s the few in the team who's fully aware and doesn't hesitate to call out the others when he thinks they are going too far. He worries a lot about your safety, and most times it's Enrico who comes out on top of arguments on who gets to drive you home. 

Kenneth as the oldest of the team, feels the most responsible for you. He is aware just like Enrico and doesn't wish for you to be scared of him or the team. He wants you to come to him whenever you need anything, even for small tasks such as finding a specific file. Like Enrico, Kenneth has no problem telling the others to back off if you need space.

More trouble comes along when Forest and Joseph come along. They develop their tendencies the quickest and tend to be the most clingy out of the team. They (along with Chris) become your partners in crime.

Joseph is someone you can always count on to make you smile even in the most serious of situations; he doesn’t care when others lecture him for it. You're not safe from his teasing. Granted you're not the target of his pranks but he likes to poke fun at you from time to time. It's why no alarms are ringing in your head when he says something questionable, assuming he’s just being Joseph.

You're not safe from Forest's playful teasings either. He can be a little annoying, poking your cheek or trying to tickle you when wanting your attention. Like Joseph, he's very affectionate, putting his arm around your shoulder and resting his head on your lap if you allow it. The others lecture him for doing it so publicly but Joseph knows it's jealousy talking more than anything.

As said, a squad of its own is formed; Chris, Joseph, Forest, and you. While they tend to be jealous, the three are okay with sharing when it comes to each other. Forest and Chris enjoy competing in shoot training and showing off who can do it better, inviting you to place bets. They're happy to show you all the gun's tricks and let you choose your weapon's signature.

Joseph, being a mechanic, can't always spend as much time with you. But he'll eagerly drag you into teaching you the ropes, whisking you away from the other two. He beams with pride when you grasp something from his impromptu lessons. Even if he's not exactly teaching you anything, he's happy to chat about anything as he works. 

Jill becomes someone you’re close to, someone whom Chris and Barry trust to leave you alone with. She’s not afraid to whisk you away from the others when she wants to and won’t hesitate to call out anyone selfishly taking your time (Uhm Joseph). 

Most of all, Jill loves having girl time with you. She's there for any fashion advice, gladly taking you shopping to revamp your wardrobe. If you're unsure how to do your makeup, she's eager to help, though Jill never wants to teach you so you can keep coming to her.

Jill is also willing to use any excuse to have you stay over at her place anytime even suggesting sharing an apartment to ‘save money”. And if you think Wesker’s the only one with a bunch of files, Jill has a hidden drawer filled with everything she has on you. 

Brad becomes incredibly attached but is a bit shy about approaching you. He'll do little things to make your day better, like bringing your favorite coffee (watching you do it too many times) or organizing your desk just the way you like it.

Brad tries to agree with everything you do, supporting any ideas you bring forth in, team meetings and hesitates to snitch on you, always trying to talk to you first to prevent trouble (aka punishments). Similar to Kenneth, he's aware of his tendencies and doesn't want you to fear him.

Richard is the softest guy on the team as said, was tasked with watching over you and quickly grew fond of you, He has made it well known that if you ever need help you can seek him out even when you get in trouble, he’ll gladly keep it hidden from the others to avoid you being in trouble even taking the brunt of it.

If you find yourself spending time with Richard, trust that Rebecca is there, too, being the sweetest in the group as well. Initially, she might not fully grasp her tendencies, but once she does, her sole concern is your safety and happiness. She frowns upon hearing Jill and Chris discussing ways to keep you confined and is the one who tries to reassure the others not to be too 'harsh' on you.

Edward may appear intimidating, but he's actually a softie at heart. While he might not warm up to you as quickly as Forest and Joseph did, given some time, he grows fond of you and eventually places him as your trusted friend. He's aware that his demeanor can be intimidating and desires nothing more than for you to feel comfortable opening up to him, always offering a smile whenever he sees you around the RPD.

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Chief Irons has learned that you're the one person he can't even dare to go near. You might be a troublemaker, breaking every rule in the book, but Albert will put his foot down to ensure nothing comes of it. It's enough that the rest of the team has a dislike towards Irons, and he, along with everyone in the RPD, knows that crossing you means crossing the Stars team.

Wesker also keeps the extent of his monitoring and knowledge of you a closely guarded secret. He's aware that Kenneth, Enrico, Richie, Edward, and Barry all vocally dislike the idea of 'stalking' you in such ways (they all do but try to keep it as ‘morally right’). In his grand plan, he hopes to lure you away, but he must do it in a way that won't raise suspicion.

You have the most protective people watching over you. Even a simple accident like someone spilling a cup on you puts everyone on high alert.

Your favoritism doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the RPD, sparking rumors around the station that Edward and Barry quickly shut down whenever they hear someone bad-mouthing you.

Chris and Forest, on the other hand, can be incredibly impulsive, leading to all sorts of issues that Wesker and Enrico have to deal with. Jill and Joseph even got in trouble once for punching someone.

That means going on no dangerous missions; the one thing they all agree on. Wesker ensures that all your missions are carefully managed, eliminating any risks of you being in danger, and he pretends not to know what you mean if you ask. The other members are willing to gaslight you, suggesting that you just happen to get the easy ones, even Rebecca and Brad.

They're all eager to fight each other to train you, each claiming they're better at teaching you self-defense. Chris and Forest are the ones who usually end up teaching you since they're often the first ones to arrive. But everyone knows that if Wesker insists on training you, they can't object. And it's probably for the best, as some (Uhm Richard, and Edward) will pretend to lose or go easy on you because they don't want to "hurt" you.

The team normally doesn’t go out, but they all want to spend time with you. Usually, all of you go to diners (except for Wesker, wonder why). There's a little argument over who should order you to prove who knows you the best.

Your seat is chosen to please everyone, sometimes between Jill and Chris, other times between Richard and Rebecca. Another silent argument happens when they debate on who should pay for you; Enrico succeeds by slipping the payment to the waiter when the others aren’t looking.

Everyone always makes sure you come home safe. You expect numerous calls from everyone checking up on you. They all secretly know you're fine, as they're in cahoots with each other, but they just want to hear your voice.

There's also a chance that if Richard, Forest, or Jill are the ones bringing you home, they'll make some excuse about needing to stay overnight because they're tired or the weather is bad.

 If you need someone to drive you to the station or pick you up, perhaps because you can’t drive, they're all willing to fight each other once again to do so. They've left important meetings or appointments countless times just to rush to your aid. It's almost always Wesker, Richard, Enrico (and sometimes Chris) who beat the others in picking you up.

Once again, you're always taken to events that the teammates have. Brad is getting takeout, he's on his way to pick you up since he assumes you're also hungry. Forest wants to go out for a drink, prepare for him to be at your door, and when you attend together, he’s protecting your drink with his life and will even pretend to be your boyfriend. Barry has a baseball game he wants to attend, so why not come with him and his family. 

Jill needs to pick up a new outfit or something in the way, she decides to take you as well. Rebecca comes along, and sometimes the three of you have spa days in the process. Rebecca also loves going on road trips with you; there needs to be a person or two with you to ensure nothing bad happens. Rebecca once brought you to her favorite team's basketball game and the two of you shared those nachos and fries. It was Rebecca's happiest memory.

Movie nights are a must. Brad and Edward agree with anything you wish to watch, while Jill and Joseph are fighting over which ones to watch. Chris and Forest are trying to get your attention more than actually watching a movie. Meanwhile, Rebecca is actually enjoying the movie and wants to talk to you about it later on. She and Richard ensure you have your popcorn, and Richard brings your favorite bakery treats.

Expect to be always praised when you're around the team. Wesker himself praises you for a job well done whenever you find a clue or bring him the right file. Richard, Edward, and Rebecca are the most vocal. Also expect Chris and Barry to give you a pat on the back, while Forest and Joseph jokingly pat your head.

Wesker has you as his right-hand assistant, even when it’s not officially confirmed as such. You're tasked to help and stay by him whenever he needs assistance. He pretends not to see everyone side-eyeing him when he places your desk right next to his, but then again, they all ignore his stare when they come to your desk for whatever excuse they need.

The best people to comfort you are Barry, Enrico, Kenneth, and Richard. These men hate seeing you in tears. Brad will try to make you laugh while hugging you, while also finding the right words to comfort you. You can lie to Enrico, and he'll still know; he's memorized your body language, pulling you into an immediate hug before the tears even come. 

Kenneth's ability to comfort shines in giving the best advice and solving any issues you have. Richard will sit next to you and listen; it could be the middle of the night, and he'll gladly answer any call or stay up to do any activities that will cheer you up.

Something everyone has huge arguments about is punishments; it gets heated at times. These discussions are, of course, not done in your presence.

Wesker is open to punishments, Chris and Jill agree with precautions, and Barry may reluctantly agree but claim he wants nothing to do with it. Brad and Rebecca voice their disagreement but can’t really intervene. Edward and Richie, like Barry, say they want nothing to do with it. Forest and Joseph don’t like it but will let the others make the decisions. Enrico and Kenneth are the most vocal against such decisions.

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Everything is going well in the team until the mansion incident.

You had to be with the Alpha team, unaware of the fate that fell upon the Bravo team, as there was no way Wesker would have let you out of his sight.

You had to witness Joseph get mauled by the zombie dogs, and if it weren’t for Wesker shooting the one coming at you and Chris pulling you along, you may have been a victim of it. Getting into the mansion has them immediately checking for injuries, only to realize you are just shaken up.

If you try to suggest coming along with Chris to check on what’s happening, Wesker immediately disapproves, even pulling rank to have you stay by him, and Jill agrees. Chris assures you he'll be just fine.

Things happen and it may lead you to be separated from Wesker and Jill. It makes all of them panic and look for you. Chris is nervous but assumes you must be with either Wesker or Jill. Jill and Wesker are trying to remain calm as they search. There is a chance you will meet Rebecca, who informs you of Edward's death, and this leads to you reuniting with Chris. 

Alternatively, you may come across Barry, who refuses to leave your side, leading you to reunite with Jill. Both scenarios will have you meeting Richard, who immediately embraces you upon seeing you safe. You may also encounter Enrico, who seems hesitant to inform you of who he believes is responsible for the situation.

Forbid you get injured at any moment in the mansion, everyone will be in panic. Barry will try to reassure you, holding your wound while Jill rushes to get any herbs. Or Rebecca will try to tend to you while Chris silently panics in the background, refusing to leave your side. Richard will insist you stay in a room for your safety while he tries to find Rebecca or first aid. Enrico tries to remain calm, bringing you along with him as he rids the area of any zombies, fearing the risk of leaving you alone.

Soon enough, you will find out about Wesker's involvement, and his first act is to keep you as a hostage, even knocking you out. He’s merely bluffing but needs to keep the others away. If he encounters Enrico, he is well aware the man knows he’s a traitor and will kill him in front of you. After all, you will know the truth either way.

It all ends with Wesker believed to be 'dead,' killed by the tyrant, and the mansion about to blow up. You and everyone mourn all those who you have lost, and you are surrounded by the remaining survivors as they try to comfort you and tend to any injuries you may have gained. 

You are too lost in your grief and all you have experienced that you don’t realize the eyes all watching you, as they all make a silent vow to themselves to forever keep you safe. And most of all, you don’t know that Wesker has been reborn, getting out of the mansion as he plots his revenge.

@aphroditelovesu @yanderes-galore @gwynsly @tiddlybops

[jillsandwhichs]

Daily reminder: Chris and Jill aren't platonic, lolz :D

[lightprkdraws]

brainwormms

[thepunkranger]

I just need a Leon and Jill dynamic where Jill calls him “Boot” because he never technically stopped being a rookie and Leon follows after her on missions like an excited puppy

[thesharktanksdriver]

Mist veiled eyes (platonic)

I personally adore both silent hill and resident evil. I know both fandoms make jokes about one another so i decided to make something off of it. Originally I was also gonna add a Jill route but this was getting too long to write (maybe another day but not now)

I put in some P.T references for fun and sadness at it never being released (I still mourn). Y/n in this isn’t quite human anymore. Not even they know what they are now after experiencing the town but they don’t question it

Sorry if this is cheesy (tbh both series have their cheesy moments despite being horror games) and that this came out so late. I’ve been busy lol

Content warning: death, blood, trauma, mention of cult stuff, monsters, the usual for resident evil and silent hill (what else do you expect lol)

You think you had once been excited to go to your dads old town

He was a stern man, one who had kept secrets from both you and your mom

Someone who had once guarded his past to his chest and mind

Never once cracking and spilling its contents despite the questions that you had once pestered him about

It felt nice at first that he was seemingly opening up

He’d always been distant with you

Never really showing you anything other than the basic necessity

But now he was seemingly opening up

Showing a part of himself to you

You opinion quickly changed though on the drive there

At some point in the drive your mom fell asleep while you listened to your Walkman

Eventually as you went to change tapes and there was no music blaring in your ears you heard the radio

For a solid minute it was static

Pure static that your father was listening to

But then you hear it morph

And in that static you begin to hear a voice more and more clearly

It’s male, a radio station host

The radio man was talking about a father who killed his wife and kids

What’s odd though is the man’s tone of voice and how much info he has on the murder

He talks about it in extreme detail that not even police would know about

In an intense silence your dad listened

Quietly you heard your dad mumble what seemed to be a sequence of numbers over and over again

In the distance of the dark night sky illuminated by the headlights is the sign

The place that would forever change you

Silent Hill

The gate to the place is closed off, chain link yet despite that your dad keeps driving

Plowing straight through it making your mom startle awake

There’s a heavy mist surrounding the car as he drives into the seemingly abandoned town

Mom is yelling at him asking what the fuck he was thinking

But all you can focus on is the crackle of the radio, it’s getting louder in your ears despite no one touching the dial

You reach to silence it

Yet as your finger barely grazed the knob the radio host stops his anti-government rant

“Don’t touch that dial now, we’re just getting started”

A shiver racks your spine

How did-

Before you can question anything else your moms scream echoes out in the car and you jolt back

Your dads attacking her

Instantly you move to help her but there’s only so much you can do against him before a deafening crack fills the car

The radio host cackles in a twisted tone

In a blind panic you throw open the car door and run

Your dad yells for you to “get your ass back in the car” and that “you must serve your purpose!”

It’s confusing and your mind is spinning

You run into the fog despite the fact you can’t see 3 feet in front of you

It stays like that for who knows how long until you finally find and unlocked shop

It’s abandoned as hell but you find momentary relief flood you as you sit down on dirty tiles and cry

You cry and cry till your eyes are red and you can’t cry anymore

Eventually you look around the old store, it seemed to be a laundromat

Hesitantly you get up, shivering from either the cold or silence you don’t know

But then you that silence is broken when on a laundry machine a small radio comes to life

A chilling static noise ringing as you hear something else in the nearby pitch black doorway

Immediately you hunch down to hide behind the machines

Peaking out to see something entering

Not someone

That wasn’t human

Tears line your eyes once more as your hand clasps over your mouth

Frantic eyes look for an escape but all options would lead it to noticing you

And then your eyes land on something

Close enough in range for you to grab is an old pipe

Long enough where you aren’t too close and study enough to hurt whatever that thing was

Your hand reaches as you hear its footsteps getting close

Fingertips digging into the cold metal and readying it

This was the beginning of your own personal hell

Like the radio host one said

“We’re just getting started”

You one day emerge out the fog of that old town that reeked of death

It was a cold night, but despite it you don’t shiver nor do your teeth chatter

Your mind is…hazy

The main events leading to you escaping are blurry but so is the rest of your mind

Thinking back to your escape are just flashes of disjoined pictures

It’s like their not properly developed pictures

There are clearly things and people there but their distorted blobs of colour that need more time to come together

You walk the lone and forgotten road

Still unpacking your mind but not panicked

In fact your more calm than anything as you walk for hour upon hours until you reach civilization again

Your not exactly sure what it had done to you

You had killed several monsters of nightmarish compression made up from the demons of your mind

Trauma taking a literal form in the shape of entities for you to bash with whatever weapon you could find

An axe now instead of that old pipe

Occasionally being gifted a few bullets to hopefully put down the demons that clawed at you

When it was finally over

The mist being lifted off this abandoned sleepy town

Radio going silent

Rusted blood of the other world chipping away as you finally found resolve

Something remained

A piece of that place

Silent hill staying with you even as you left it for good

Maybe it was a new trauma replacing the one it had helped (help in large quotations) you work through

But you knew it was different from that

You felt physically different

Sometimes when staring in a mirror you didn’t recognize yourself

Looking at the old Polaroids it felt as if someone else was staring back

Perhaps when you left silent hill a part of it went with you

A twisted souvenir or medal of honour as you think back to the days or weeks you spent traversing that place

Time there was warped and you didn’t know how long you’d actually spent in that realm

Minutes felt like hours

Days felt like years

There was only ever a grey sky with no indication of sunlight or night

Just an endless limbo filled with melancholy as you did your best to survive

the time before you entered that town felt blurred and fuzzy, as if you were trying to watch an old tape that was distorted

You think you preferred it that way though, it made everything easier to accept if you didn’t know when you had entered and when you had left

Didn’t know what you could never have anymore

Cause even if it had been a day that you were stuck there it felt as if the world had changed monumentally

Felt as if you were a foreign force or entity impeding on what used to be your home

If…you could even call it that anymore

Despite being 15 you feel older than you are

Weathered and given the forbidden knowledge of an entity of eldritch descent as it clung to you like a cancerous sore

You travel now even if you sometimes feel the call to return back to the only place that felt as if it would accept you

Upon highways and bridges you walk

Only taking rest in motels that you somehow always have the money for

Your dreams being filled with that town once more and it’s open arms of welcome if you wanted to return back to it

Though now in those dreams there are no more monsters to hurt you

Your just by your lonesome traversing the place you once loathed

It’s peaceful and quiet unlike the natural world

You don’t need or feel the urge to eat but you do so anyways out of a nostalgia of what it was like to be human

Cause at this point you know your not that anymore

You had entered human but left as something else

And for some reason you felt fine with that

Admittedly the previous night with Rebecca and Billy wasn’t the best of days

Certainly not your worst by a long run

But not quite good either

Neither is right now as you wander a second mansion infested with science experiments gone wrong that only a mother could love

Whilst Billy did the best decision and go off on his own you decided to go with Rebecca

That was now kinda biting you in the ass but what’s more annoying is that you got separated from her due to that giant asshole snake

Of all sentences you’d say it’s probably that one that’s the weirdest

To be honest this was…well laughably less scary

Horrifying still? Well yes, these were the reanimated corpses of people that were now trying to rip into your flesh

But you had dealt with worse

These creatures weren’t a personal attack on your psyche

They were lab experiments gone wrong and now set loose on this mansion as some sort of testing ground

There was no radio static as the rooms were transformed to that of a industrial hell realm

In its place was a now well lit and elegant manor with the groans and moans of these shambling creatures

Marble floors accented with splatters of blood

There’s no dirt and grime covered walls

Just pristine with the occasional gore

All things considered it’s a welcome upgrade

If you could call it that

At least there’s less of a risk of tetanus

…still a risk of possible rabies from those annoying dogs

But to be fair you don’t think either can affect you anymore on the fact that you’d be bitten several times in the last few hours and nothing has happened

No itching

Or sudden urge for flesh

Your unaffected and for once you thank whatever that that town did to you

Still doesn’t stop those rotting assholes from taking a chunk from your shoulder though

With a sigh you rummage around for a first aid spray and some bandages

Your axe is discarded to the ground, dripping blood onto the posh carpeting

For some reason supplies had been “conveniently” spread around this death trap

Whoever was behind this at least wanted it’s lab rats to have a small chance at survive for at least a few hours

(They certainly didn’t account for something like you to appear here, for better or worse)

With a small mumble of a curse you pull open a few drawers of the small room your in

Looking around frivolous expensive clutter that was stuffed into the drawers as all you come up with is some green herbs

It was better than nothing

Sighing you pick up the leaves, pressing them to the wound

It’ll help the wound for now, but not fully heal it like you had wanted

Picking back up your axe you go to exit the room

Only to fumble back a bit when the door opens

Chris Redfield

A man entered through the door, green military vest with a combat knife strapped in place and pistol held up

When his eyes connect with yours though he immediately puts the gun away

Fearlessness and determination in his eyes being extinguished momentarily to a soft and gentle kindness

There’s also a bit of relief of not being alone in this nightmare

Something you had wish you had once before

“Hey are you ok?” He knells down so he’s at a closer eye level. His movements are cautious, much like when dealing with a frightened animal.

“I think we both know the answer to that question”

He lets out a small chuckle, forced or not it seems to lighten some stress on your shoulders. “Fair point.” He says eyeing your wound before pulling out a first aid spray “mind telling me how you ended up here though?”

As he sprays your wound you explain as best you can

The train crash and monsters

Rebecca and you ending up here but separated

Leaving out any mention of Billy

Throughout it he nods, adding or asking input before pulling back and throwing away the empty can

When he’s done he helps you up gently

Treating you as if you were glass

His kindness is refreshing from the apathy and disgust usually directed at you

It makes whatever’s human left in you feel warm

you feel nice and not just a constant feeling of apathy

Following him out into the infected ridden halls he keeps you close

He doesn’t have any spare guns nor weapons so you just stick to your trust axe

Luckily he doesn’t question it much to your relief

Just accepting it as it is and focusing on the bigger picture

Whilst following him he makes sure you stay close behind him

A protective hand outstretched to keep you far enough away incase something pops out but close enough where he can still somewhat ensure your there

Through the exploration and odd twists in the hallways he tries to keep a lighthearted conversation

Whether it’s to distract you or himself is up to debate but you humour him

He asks about your parents but you keep it vague where he gets the sense you’d rather not talk about it

So instead he shifts the topic onto his own

Apparently he had a younger sister named Claire, in his words she was a “stubborn pain in the ass but I wouldn’t have it any other way “

Soon enough she’d be heading to university

And throughout the entire process he’d be there for her every step of the way if she needed him

They only had each other now

So it was his responsibility to fill the now vacant roles of their parents

In every sense of the word Chris is a protector

Someone who goes out of their way to shield others from harm no matter the cost

Even though you have a weapon he still insists on taking down the zombies

Saying that you should only get involved if completely necessary

“Your a kid, you shouldn’t have to the one fighting here”

Those words end up repeating in your head

For so long you’d felt as if you were an adult

You’d forgotten you were a kid

A once innocent 15 year old that was now seemingly stuck forever like this in some sort of psychical and metal limbo

He sees a sad look in your eyes and goes to ask but you beat him to it

“Thanks…as silly as it seems I forgot that”

A part of him cracks at that

The familiar feeling of having to grow up too quickly after his parents deaths

It seems as is this and the past night was rough for you

Plus perhaps whatever is happening with your parental situation since you don’t seem to want to talk about it

He’d pry later but for now he focuses on this mansion

On getting you home safe

With your shared teamwork you both find Rebecca hunched over a injured Richard after a whole shit ton of puzzles

The puzzles you once went through were bullshit but these once’s were plain irritating

Who builds an elaborate mansion with this many puzzles?

You weren’t even halfway through the house and you’d already spent a decent amount of time backtracking and trying to find keys

“The giant bastard get you?” You knell down beside Richard who chokes back a cough. Rebecca holds his hand, he squeezes it.

“Y-yeah” it comes out as a garbled wheeze.

“Giant bastard?” Chris asks confused, he turns to Rebecca for a clearer answer.

“Richard and us was chased by a giant snake throughout the mansion. Richard got bitten though after they got separated from us” the mention of the reptile makes Richard flinch.

With that and a bit more added on you and Chris go to find the antidote even though he persisted that you could stay with the two

He may be determinedly stubborn but your persistently patient to get your way

Something that seemed to remind him a bit of Claire

Going through the dead infested halls to get the vaccine isn’t much of a hassle

Not when time is of the essence and there was no place for being extremely cautious

Richard needed that serum

you and Chris were gonna get it to him no matter how many dead you had to get through

Though your time with the orange vested man was brief compared to Rebecca he was exceedingly kind

He promised you much like Chris you’d get home

While trying to avoid the scalely bastard that did this to him he cracked jokes to try and lighten the mood

Like Rebecca he fussed over the smallest of wounds on you and insisted on using the spare supplies of herbs on you

In every regard Richard was a good man

Someone like everyone else who didn’t deserve to be in this mansion

Someone who didn’t deserve to die

He had Bridgette his fiancé whom he spoke foundry about to get back home to

had people who were waiting on him unlike you

Entering the “safe room” as you liked to call it you scrounged through medicinal bottles

Looking and looking until finding it as you hear Chris’s gunshots nearby

He let you run ahead while he dealt with the riffraff

You grabs the serum, pocketing a spare just in case before you run out and meet back up with Chris who dealt with the last of the zombies

“Got it?” He asks stepping over the dead again corpse that was riddled with lead.

“I grabbed a spare as well” you hold up the two bottles, allowing Chris to take one while you hold onto the other.

“Good thinking” without thinking he ruffles your hair as an appreciatory gesture. For a moment he thinks he fucks up since you go still, but when looking at you he sees happiness. “Let’s hope we won’t have to use it though”

Getting back to Richard and Rebecca isn’t too much of a hassle

You and Chris release your breath when making it back with enough time for him to be sufficiently healed

He was alright

He would be ok

He’d make it back home

For once you were able to save someone

Your mothers dead face flashes in your mind now more clear than it was once before

But why couldn’t you had saved her?

Why were you too weak to stop him?

Why did you freeze when that crack echoed out or try to stab him with something

Why-

Your shaken from your thoughts when Richard places a hand on your shoulder making you jump lightly

“Hey I’m alright…no need for tears”

With some confusion you swipe a finger over your cheek and you feel the distinct wetness of tears

For many a times you’d had tears bubble up in your eyes but until now they’d never fallen

Always on the edge of your eyelids but eventually retreating back away

But now the damn had cracked allowing the waterworks to flow

For some reason it feels nice to cry

With a small sniffle you nod

You and Chris must continue on

The two of you help Rebecca move the now unconscious Richard down to the med storage room you found the vaccine in

Chris fiddles a bit with Richards Radio as the new area of the mansion becomes more and more accessible

Every now and then your gaze drifts done to it

Expecting that hellish static to come blaring to life once again

For the monsters formed of your mind to tear through the walls

The world being town away for red tinged rust to replace it all

But it doesn’t

Your still in the mansion of different horrors

Now less personal

“Do you want the radio?, you could try to get it working but- ” he suddenly says holding it out to you, seeing the device get closer you flinch back.

“no!..uh sorry I just have bad memories associated with radios.” As you say this the memories crackle in your head.

He quirks a brow at that but nods

Pocketing it away for now to fiddle with later

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding when it was put away

Out of sight and out of mind

He seems to have noticed that

“I know you don’t know me too well but, tell me if something is bothering you. We’re already in a bad place, I don’t want to make you feel worse”

“I…it’s stupid though-“

“No it’s not. I don’t know whatever happened for you to dislike it but it makes you uncomfortable. You shouldn’t have to invalidate your pain like that”

For a moment your silent

“Besides, even if you didn’t have a reason behind it we all have irrational fears.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!. Like I have a fear of werwolves”

“Really?”

“Yeah…might have once watched American werewolf in London as a kid and it stayed with me since” he admits with a bit of embarrassment

You giggle a bit at that

He pauses for a moment to listen to the sound and absorb seeing your face

This is the first time he’d seen you smile

Not like he can blame you for not

It’s still nice to see though

Especially since he gets the feeling you don’t do it often

In his mind it’s a real shame

Your a good kid

Fighting the damn snake was hard but rewarding

Slashing your axe down at the monster that had hurt both you but also Richard, Rebecca and now Chris

It’s hissing cries of pain

Blood staining your already red covered clothes

Something like this wasn’t uncommon to you

You had to fight a few stronger and bigger monsters in silent hill

But now it was at least something unoriginal and not an eldritch beast

With a sigh you feel the poison from its fangs that bit into you several times wash away

Your body was already at work doing whatever it did to slowly heal you

Chris meanwhile was going through the effort of looting the rest of the room

Getting spare ammo and herbs

Along with a mask

You didn’t like the look of the object, it was cult like

…you didn’t exactly like cults

But for now it was best to suck it up especially since it was likely for yet another unnecessary puzzle

Chris lingers by the door and you get off the dead snakes body

Not before giving it one last good kick to the head for an extra fuck you

Exiting the room you see Chris stumble slightly on the way down the stairs

Immediately you go to help him

“Did it bite you?”

“Y-yeah..,think it got me. Administer it to yourself first, you got bitt as well”

Before you can give a response he falls

Almost clattering to the floor if not for your support as you helped him slump against the wall

You pull out the serum, calling out for Rebecca

Distantly you hear hurried footsteps

Your breath goes ragged, you didn’t have a needle to administer the antidote

He could die

And you couldn’t do anything to stop it

Why?

Why does this keep happening to you?

What did you do to have the people you care for die with nothing you can do?!

Rebecca rushes in, eyes widening at the sight of the slumped over Chris and the look in your eyes

It’s just pure grief

Even after she administers it and he begins to stir your still stricken with that look

Her words are not responded to

Your mind is distant

Admittedly she didn’t know much about whatever had happened to you even before the mansion

But she does know your a deeply scarred kid

Someone who had seen horrors before the leach infested train, the first mansion and now a second one

But another thing she knows is that something happened to you that made you…different

You spoke broadly of it

A place where’re you entered and came out not the same

On the train she once tried to bandage your wounds with Billy after a Rebar had impaled you in the side when the train crashed

A wound like that with only a few spare herbs and a can of first aid spray should have resulted in death

But despite that you healed

The wound slowly going away until there was now nothing in its wake

Both eventually accepted it as something no one will have an answer to

Still she insisted you use the herbs to help with the process

Billy did as well, making you promise to look after yourself before leaving

Gently she tries to wake you up from the daze of your mind

Eventually it works but you still keep a look of worry in your eyes as you glance at Chris who begins to properly awaken

Chris noticed after this that your relatively more distant than you were before

Your more silent than before

Just give short responses as you avoid looking at him as if your eyes would scorch him

When he does see your eyes though he sees fear

Not towards him per say but more so at what could happen to him

That getting closer would lead to more harm if he got hurt once more

It’s touching in some sense but worrying

Really worrying

He remembers that same mindset when his parents died and he had to be the main caregiver for Claire

For a long while he almost feel into that thought but had caught himself

It wasn’t healthy

But he can’t just up and tell you to stop because that likely won’t fix anything

So for now he does his best

Entering out the mansion into its garden

An old beaten path leading the way as cicadas chirp off in the brush

The sounds of nature filling the area along with

Gravel being crunched under both yours and his boots

Just as you both walk downhill the radio he’d almost forgotten he had crackles on

Immediately his hand goes to it

The words are chopped up but he’s able to make out a warning

“Stay out the woods outside the mansion”

He casts a glance back to the looming building and then at you

You look at the radio once more and he puts it away

After a second you snap out of it and linger behind him once more

Axe hugged to your chest

Both stained with blood and gore

He’d maybe have to try and find something for you to change into

A cold breeze goes by

Maybe a coat as well if it keeps to this temperature

Speaking of which

“Are you cold?.” He asks looking at the statues of two Cerberus. From the looks of them their in the wrong directions. Knowing this place there would be two levers or something to put them in place…which makes him think of those two weather vanes

You shake your head no despite it being untrue. You were always cold, a chilling temperature always racking your body as if you were one of the corpses littering this place. “I’m fine”

He nods but doesn’t seem to believe your words

You both go back uphill to the weather vanes and press down secret buttons to stop them in certain directions

Distantly you hear the moving of stone

After some pressing there’s a click that emanates and the gates being seemingly opened

The two of you head deeper into the madness

Through the cabin madness and groaning screams you carry on

A creature much more akin to that of silent hill

Several faces stitched together as a mask on its face

Cuffed hands that are elongated to a unnatural extent

Groaning screams that sounded more human-like than that of the zombies you cut down

For the first time tonight your happy to enter back into the mansion of all things

At least Chris gave you a magnum in all this mess

One that would be saved for better occasions than shooting down giant spiders and weird giant reptiles

Surprise surprise this place had a lab as its basement, absolutely wonderful

At least there wasn’t a cult involved or else your bingo chart would be full by now

Crates splash in a small pool of water and bob under Chris’s footsteps

He goes across first

They shift a bit and he jumps to the solid ground across

You go to step on the first crate

He holds his hand out for you and with a little hesitance you grab it

Your not sure of the last time you’d been given affection like this

It feels nice though

You feel…safe and not alone anymore

“Your really cold. You should have told me”

“I…I’m always cold”

He nods with a bit of confusion but puts his questions away for later

You cross the gap but he still holds your hand

The warmth of his gentle touch is absorbed by your eternal cold

But then he pulls away

A part of you feels saddened but you accept it

But then he slips something over your hands

His gloves are a bit big on you but he adjusts them

Military grade material fitting snugly around your hands that have a forever bitter cold

“I know their fingerless but hopefully that helps a bit.”

You feel to stunned to say anything so you default back to a nod and grab his hand once again

You give a gentle squeeze as a thank you

With a small smile he repeats the action back

“I know your scared of me getting hurt, but have some hope in me. We’ve come this far, and anything that they throw at us is going down”

Like before you nod again

Cold water soaks you up to your armpits as Richard grasps the metal fencing of this aquatic tank area

The water is deep and murky

Filled with an unknown force that makes its presence known to your mind

Something lurks in these waters

Hungry…no, STARVED

Is the best way to describe the creeping feeling

The waters shifts, it’s coming

“Chris get back!”

Before Richard can do it your pull Chris back as that oncoming threat surfaced

A giant shark, one that narrowly misses Chris as it bites at the metal before going back into the depths

Waiting for the next time to strike

To finally feast once more

“Shit go!” It comes out as a panicked cry, his blood soaked and bandages arm pointing to the door you and Chris entered through.

“We’ll deal with it!. Get to safety Richard!”

“Are you?-“

“Go! Your still injured! Don’t throw your life away, you have someone waiting for you back home!” He flinches a bit that, clear hesitation to leave on his mind before he begrudgingly does so.

Exiting he shoots one last look over his shoulder at the two of you

Chris already leading the way as quick as he can through the water with you behind

Smaller sharks trying to get a nip at you but deterred by a few swings of your axe

The bigger one though lurks, waiting

Cold and calculating dead eyes

Much like your own in some sense

Heading through double doors you give a sigh of relief

You’d preferred not to be fish food

Soaking wet you descended down a ladder with Chris not far behind

He needed a second to ensure the herbs were still ok

To his luck they were

“I think you might’ve saved Richard back there”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” he momentarily pauses thinking of the right words “Richard has a habit of…self sacrifice. It has something to do with his sister dying, I’m not sure of the specifics but he’s felt guilty that he could’ve done more to save her…so he tends to do reckless stuff to save others. Him pushing me out the way would have probably killed him, put him in my place instead.”

That….that can’t be?

You’ve never been able to save someone

Not your mother was she gasped out for help against your father

Not any of the others lost in silent hill, succumbing to the monsters of their own minds

Not yourself from what that place did to you

You couldn’t have…could you?

Had you finally saved someone?

After all this time of thinking you were incapable of helping others you had done it

Now thinking back you had saved him before with the help of Chris…you also saved Chris

Maybe you just didn’t realize it until someone else saying it

Your chest feels warm despite the now cold dripping clothes

Without thinking you hug Chris, he’s a bit surprised buts hugs back

He has a feeling your crying but says nothing except that “it’s alright, you saved him”

It makes you cry harder but in a good way

In the sense that he gets you’d been needing to hear those words for a long time

And now they finally entered your ears

“I don’t think I’ll ever look at plants the same way” it comes out as a grumble as Chris applies a mixture of green and red herb solution to his wounds. Those vines were much more sharp than they appeared…this would definitely bruise later on.

“At least salads will be more appealing now” that comments gets a chuckle from him and a “yeah, that’s for sure” as the sound of Rebecca leaving to find Richard echoes down creaky wooden halls.

The last few hours had felt like days and at this point you were wondering if this place was some sort of other reality like Silent hill

It would explain the seemingly dragging passage of time as the mansion got more and more confusing

But you knew at heart this place was just a normal mansion

…er well maybe not normal but it was still a standard building

Not a different plane of reality

You think you’d be able to detect that somehow

With a swat of your hand you kill a nearby stray mutant bee that hand died

With a groan you wipe away the aftermath on your already disgusting and stained shirt

Your gonna definitely burn your clothes after all of this. Not only for sanitary reasons but also cause if possible spreading of the infection

It was better not to risk anything

Especially since no amount of bleach would be able to wash this shit off

Your on guard when a nearby door opens

As is Chris who pushes you behind him

But then someone exits through in similar clothes to Chris

“Wesker!” Relief visibly floods Chris but your still a bit on guard. The sunglasses wearing blond feels odd to you, his eyes stare at you through his sunglasses but you know the look he’s giving you. It’s something akin to a predator looking at prey.

“Chris” after saying this his gaze focusses down on you “and who’s this?”. You stay beside Chris, clutching his hand tightly as he stays relatively oblivious. Despite asking who you were you get the feeling he already knows.

Chris looks down at you with a small smile, “their a survivor of the train bravo was sent to investigate, they came here with Rebecca.”. Wesker nods, a grin akin to that of a wolf in sheep’s clothing appearing. He was definitely bad news

The snake showed up again apparently not actually dead much to your annoyance

And with its arrival came weird reptilian monsters that almost killed Rebecca and Richard

Great…absolutely stunning

What’s even more “great” is that your now with Chris in a dingy mine area

One with guess what? Another lab!

This time without sharks

You swear to whatever god is out there that if Mr.”I wear my sunglasses at night” is behind this then your giving him a good and hardy hello from your axe

With a groan you step I’ve r the corpse of some weird new insect monster

It’s splattered guts from Chris’s shotgun now decorating the already dingy walls

How fitting

It twitches despite being dead giving some friendly flashbacks to silent hill once more

This place was still better than there but only by a small margin

One that had begun shrinking as the night went onwards and this place really began to get on your nerves

Even Chris seemed done by this point

Wanting desperately for the night to come to a close

“What do you want to do the minute we get out of here?”

“I’m gonna have the hottest longest bath and then have fast food”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

“I’m not sharing my food, not even with you”

He chuckles a bit at that, it’s tired but still happy

“Fair”

Chris looks around the room once more for items you turn to look at the secret hidden camera

You can’t see where exactly it is but you know when your staring in its direction

Your eyes glare up at it

Unbeknownst to you the man watching sees misty white eyes through the lens of the screen

And then the feed cuts out with a glitch

Your in-between both Rebecca and Chris as the three of you go down an elevator

It creaks occasionally making both Rebecca and Chris tighten their hold a bit

It’s…nice

You feel cared for

Even though Rebecca knows you seemingly can’t die she still worried

And Chris does as well but believing your still mortal

Your axe is stored away along with the magnum but despite that your safe

Your nerves that would have never allowed that before are now tucked away in the deepest depths of your mind

For now your safe with them

It only goes away though once the elevator stops and opens

A dingy green lit hallways of tiles leading the pathway do you feel that urge

Steam escapes from nearby pipes giving a misty look

It makes you squeeze their hands

They squeeze back before Rebecca lets go

Chris tightens his grip while leading to a door

You pull out your axe

The door goes up, mechanical sounds releasing as it does so

There in this room is a lab, one with odd human-like entities in test tubes

A beating heart exposed fork their chests

Just like the one you and Rebecca fought the day prior

It beats gently as Wesker types away at a nearby computer

Back turned to everyone

Distantly on the monitor you see camera footage

The others are in real time but one screen focuses in on you

White eyes staring directly up towards the screen

Intensity that spoke volumes

What looked to be small wisps of fog escaping your lips

So you were right about feeling watched this whole time

And the culprit seems to have a knowing smile on his face once turning around to see your narrowed eyes

“Wesker!” It’s said in a tone of disbelief . You can’t blame Chris, this was his captain, the man who was in charge of the team he now used as lab rats.

“So you’ve come” he pauses for a moment, continuing to type of his keyboard “Chris you make me proud. But of course you are one of my men.”

“Thanks” it comes out as a scoff as you tighter the hold on your axe

Wesker pulls out his gun, pointing it at you all. “Since when Wesker” Chris hides his anger but you feel it radiating from him.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what your talking about”

“You’ve been with umbrella from the beginning haven’t you?”

“Correct” he moves closer, holding the gun up towards Chris “S.T.A.R.S were umbrellas— no, rather, my little piggies. The tyrant virus leaked polluting this whole place. And unfortunately I had to give up my lovely members of S.T.A.R.S. In the process though I’ve seemed to have found something more valuable” his gaze goes down to you

Chris pulls you to hide more behind him, an accusatory finger pointed at Wesker as he says in pure anger “you killed them with your own dirty hands! You son of a Bitch!”

“No…”

“Oh yes dear” he says it in a mocking tone before adding “just like this” as he turns his gun. Everything feels as if it’s going in slow motion, he points it at Rebecca who’s only a foot or two away from you. Without thinking you move, body shielding her own from the gunshot.

Burning pain echoes through your chest as Rebecca catches you

Chris yells but it’s stopped once more by Weskers cool and calm voice

Fuck this hurt

It hurt like absolute hell

Like that rebar that was impailed in your side

But then like usual the blood stops pouring out the wound

And your able to get up with the help of Rebecca who holds you

Chris looks at you with a mix of shock, confusion and relief

“How?-“

“That’s what I intended to find out as well.”

“Long story Chris…should probably focus on the crazy asshole”

A few moments after this with a click of a button the creature in one of the tubes is released

Heart pulsating even more as the water drains

It’s face that only a mother could love coming to life

“The ultimate life-form— Tyrant”

Staring at the monstrosity Chris laughs

“Wesker you’ve become senile”

“Chris, you’ll never understand. It’s magnificent” while saying this he raises his arms, looking up at the “glory” of his creation

“Sure…definitely magnificent” you cough out to Rebecca who still holds you. Sarcasm dripping from your voice like the splatters of your blood on the ground

Suddenly the tyrant moves

The glass of its tube breaks and it’s giant claw arm shoots through Wesker as if he were butter

He lets out a dying gasp as his blood falls to the ground

Then he’s Thrown away, discard by his ultimate being as it focuses its attention on Chris

With a groan you pull out the magnum, there were a good amount of bullets from you stocking up and waiting for a moment like this

So despite the pain your in you begin shooting

The knock back making you cough up more blood and pain spreads through your chest

Rebecca urged you to stop but you tell her to go find Richard and whoever else is left alive

You had a feeling this place would end up destroyed soon

Chris keeps shooting it down with his shotgun as you load magnum loads into its chest

Specifically aiming at it’s still beating heart that you desperately wanted to ripe out

God just die already

You aim and shoot once again in time with Chris at its chest

It falls down onto its knees and then face first on the floor

Faintly though you still hear it’s heart

But for now it seems incapacitated

With a sigh you shakily get up, Chris adding your side and helping you walk correctly

Your still healing and the exhaustion from tonight isn’t helping speed up the process

“Are you alright? Your wound it-“

“Less talking and more walking. Like I said, I’ll explain later”

He nods, helping you through the door and onto the elevator

“We should probably blow this place up”

“Why’s that?”

“This place is contaminated. They probably have more of the virus Wesker was talking about. If this got out to the public…then”

“Got it. The show must go on”

It seems the act is coming to a close

All that’s left is the finally

The self destruction message rings out in a woman’s voice on the PA system

Rebecca and Richard went to set it off

But now all that’s left was to get out of here and find someone named Jill

It wasn’t too much looking

It was pretty unsurprising this place had essentially a jail cell attached to it

The brunette looks a bit frazzled to see Chris but embraces him in a hug as the ringing of the PA continue

She tries to say something about Wesker but Chris replies that he knows

His tone is filled with betrayal and a bit of sadness

She nods, turning to the door to see you peeking in

“Who-“

“No time, this place is gonna blow any minute. Questions later”

She nods

Chris sets off some flairs as You, Jill, Richard, Rebecca and him wait with baited breath

Daylight is beginning to peak out from over the horizon

Day is near

The nightmare is almost over

….keyword almost

The tyrant didn’t die

And looks mighty angry for more lead to be pumped into its body

It knocks Jill aside and heads for Rebecca

Neither you, Chris nor Richard will let that happen though

There aren’t many magnum bullets left, the monster is a sponge for them

But nether the less you kept shooting

Keep persevering

Keep surviving

In the distance you hear the loud sound of a helicopter

Help was here

“Chris! Use it! Kill it! whatever it is!” The man in the Helicopter hovering above yells as a rocket launcher clatters to the ground

Chris nor Richard can go for it as the tyrant is in his way

But you can

You dive towards the weapon picking it up

It’s heavy but you don’t give up

“Chris!”

He looks to you

With as much might as you can you slide the weapon towards him with a a mighty kick

All the power left in you being used to get it over to him

Richard distracts it long enough for him to pick up

And then

Bam

The monster explodes into several chunks of flesh and fire

Blood splattering on you as the helicopter lands not long afterwards

Rebecca and Chris help you on

Jill and Richard follow in afterwards

It’s over

In the end you rest against both Jill and Chris

The two adults giving you their own types of comfort

in the case of Chris it’s him gently holding your hand, rubbing circles with his thumb as a reminder that he’s there

That your not alone in this

With Jill it’s promising you that your somewhere safe

That you can stay with her for security if you so need it since Chris has a plan of hunting down umbrella

Though you had just met her,Jill gives you a sense of comfort you had longed for

In your mind you consider the offer. For so long you’d been alone, drifting from place to place without aim

You had made it out that mist covered town but your parents weren’t so lucky

But perhaps that was for the best when their sins were brought to light

As of now though you just think over the offer

For now the nightmare was over

You had the feeling though that a new one would eventually take its place

Life has a funny way of doing that to you

But right now…there was a moment of calm you basked in

“So…I’d said I’d explain what happened to me”

“You don’t have to right now”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I’m fine. Fine enough to start explaining anyways.” For a moment you think of how to start telling them all. It’s hard to explain let alone believe…but after tonight you’re willing to bet they would take your word.

“In my restless dreams I still see that town…silent hill”

[mycrayolamarkers]

I don't know why I got angsty in the middle of making the memes

[hairaimo]

they are so silly my little pookie wookie bears

[severepostcherryblossom]

How it starts? (Resident Evil 1) platonic!yandere Jill Valentine

To be honest... I have no idea how you got there.

Usually when there is a platonic version, I prefer to write reader as a child. It would be hard for me to explain how you got there. And there would probably be something like aliens or something.

So my explanation is the same as I wrote in the romantic version... You're a member of Bravo who somehow managed to get into the resident.

You meet while Jill was exploring the building.

I don't know if you've met before, but I'm sure Jill will want to help you get out of there.

She won't want to see you as a romantic partner, more like a younger friend to be looked after like a baby.

Jill will not be obsessive at first, but rather overprotective. She will slowly turn into an obsessive yandere right after you're separated by a giant snake and Jill passes out.

From then on, Jill will start to become more obsessive.

Every now and then she will check frequently to see if you are okay. And even though she will hide it under an innocent smile, she will be able to remove any danger that stands in your way, even if it means isolating you from the rest.

Luckily, Jill isn't the psychopathic type, so she won't do anything to you. Even though she doesn't fit into a manipulative possum, I'm sure she would if the situation called for it, so that's the only way she can hurt you.

When I find out that you have a traitor in the crew, it encourages her even more to lock you in one room or stay with you even an inch, although the latter is more likely to suit her.

Once you manage to escape she will still be overprotective and will probably lock you in her house/apartment.

She will be anxious for your safety all the time.

Your adventure is just beginning.

Hi

I hope you enjoyed it. I will probably publish the first chapter of yandere leon × reader this week. I'm sorry if there are mistakes, if you find any, you can write to me if you want, and sometimes I find them.

I wish you a nice night/day,

[fangirloverlode]

What are they watching?

(Left to right: Leon, Claire [platonically cuddling,] Chris, Jill, Rebecca.)

There’s something wrong with Leon’s face and I don’t know how to fix it. I like everything else though.

[blinkvlink]

if they make jill and chris an actual thing in the future, i will be heartbroken. like: 'someone is dating my crush' kind of heartbroken. im sorry yall im *that* delusional.

[roseglazedlens]

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The five of you parted ways—for better or worse. Is there a choice for you anyway? This is unanimous from everyone. So, you decide to follow the most logical choice: complete the mission as you are instructed, instead of seeking distractions with time you can’t afford to lose.

Leon and Carlos bid the three of you farewell, venturing underground to locate the source of a gas that may or may not be a distraction or an ambush. You, Jill, and Ada will continue upstairs to infiltrate Glenn Arias’ personal office, retrieving the concentrated sample with utmost priority, and regroup with the rest before Arias has a chance to discover his merchandise has gone missing.

The plan is perfect, what’s there to be worried about?

“Our intel says Arias’ office should be on the top floor. The coordinates are on your watch. Proceed with caution, everyone.” Rebecca calls out into your earpiece. Twisting your elbow, you glimpse at your watch. It blinks with your location in green, and destination in red, two floors above you.

“Copy.” You and Jill acknowledge Rebecca, but Ada ignores, simply hiking forward with her pistol leading the way.

“She must be fun at parties.” Jill snorts, following behind her.

This is the first time Jill talks after splitting up with the boys. And even then, she only ever converses with you, and never to Ada. They have almost nothing in common between them, besides their stubborn attitude that only butts at each other’s heads. If you aren’t around, there will only be an air of dead silence between the duo.

But these two are your friends, and you like them both for different reasons.

You recall a past memory between you. “She’s not usually like this outside of missions. We went to a bar one time, and Ada got me free drinks all night. Poor suckers, she swindled them all.”

“Just the two of you?”

“No, it was an afterparty. Rebecca was there. I think you had to stay back for work that day. Why?”

Your eyes meet Jill in confusion, and they quickly dart away. Jill clears her throat to speak again. “So you and Ada are close, huh?”

“I think so,” Jill’s face hints a bit of disappointment, but she tries to force her lips to upturn into a nonchalant smile. You don’t notice this and continue talking: “But not exactly. She saved me a few times, so I’m grateful for her. But I wouldn’t call us friends.”

“And that’s all?”

You wonder where all of this is coming from. Didn’t take her for the kind who enjoys bars and loud spaces anyway. Spending time with Jill is usually just the two of you watching TV, laughing at the over-the-top reality drama from the comfort of the couch, cuddling up right next to each other like a couple of platonic best friends. Before you can speak, you feel a presence in front of you, standing in your way. You pause quickly at the last minute, almost colliding into the figure. Ada. She only looks at Jill when she’s talking.

“You two lovebirds done? Stay alert.” Ada deadpans with no intention of being friendly and warming. “Don’t hold me down.”

“Take care of your shit and I’ll take care of mine.” There’s bitterness in Jill’s voice, and Ada ignores her because your watch is beeping. The green and red dots overlap each other. You’re here.

You put your game face on. You land yourself on the other side of the wooden door to Arias’ office, while Jill and Ada have their backs against the wall closest to the door knob. Ada signals, counting down from three, and then finally kicks down the door. The three of you rush in, guns aimed forward in order to take down any security patrolling the perimeters.

“Huh?” You raise an eyebrow. You lower your gun when realisation sets in that you are indeed in an empty room.

You recognise this dark wood flooring. It adorns proudly, and even more repetitively, throughout the mansion. This room is no different. The desk, cabinetry and shelves are crafted with the same sinister timber that weighs down Arias’ office. Rows of portraits from Arias’ ancestors stare down at you with hollow beady eyes. A tall window, slightly ajar, to let in the cold nocturne wind. No mould.

This room had been cared for—dusted, cleaned, and prepared. Papers spread across the table, fresh ink, even the nameplate is polished into a shimmer. Arias frequents here, either for work—or for other sorts of shady businesses.

Ada immediately gets to work, and she finds a painting with a secret hinge to the side. It opens into a safe with two rotary dials. The sample is so close now, so close to your reach.

“I’ll check for any other clues that may help us.” Jill declares, and she’s flipping through papers on the desk for any information she can send to Rebecca.

But your eyes are still fixed upon Ada with her back facing you. Not leaving her even for just a second. Ada might have saved you a few times, but the amount of times she betrayed you is far greater. A memory sticks out from a conversation in the saferoom when Leon pulls you aside:

“Be careful. Something is very wrong about this place. I don’t know what it is yet…” His words hold weight and sincerity as he speaks. “And about Ada… I don’t trust her. You shouldn’t too. Don’t make the same mistake as I did.” Then Leon loosens the grasp on your arm, and reluctantly lets go…

You refocus, keeping your eyes peeled on Ada, before noticing how beautiful her hands are. How they pinch the dial with ease and precision, almost gliding as she hears the very faint click inside the clockwork of the safe. Her nails are short, painted dearly with scarlet red polish, palms so silky that they almost glisten lightly under the moonlight. You didn’t know the hands of a mercenary can be so pretty, unlike yours, calloused and scabs healed over.

“Are you done watching me?” Ada is still listening to the safe, but she knows you’re looking.

“Huh? I wasn’t—” Your cheeks redden from being caught.

“You think I’m as dense as that rookie? I see you guys talking. Did Leon tell you to watch over me?” Oh. She must be talking about Leon’s warnings in the safe room.

“It… wasn’t about you.” You hesitate and fiddle with your thumb. You are not a great liar, not by far.

“Just tell me.”

Ada turns around to look at you now, telling of how much she knows you. And it’s definitely well enough to see through your lies like translucent paper. Your words tumble under pressure: “He’s just concerned. Told me to keep an eye out.”

Ada scoffs; she’s turning the dial a bit more aggressively this time. “Of course he did. Predictable. The rookie thinks I’m out to get him every single time.” There’s another sigh of exhaustion.

“Well, isn’t that what you did?”

“That’s besides the point. It’s his fault for getting in my way.” Ada clears her throat. “Rest assured, I’ve been compensated well for this job, so you’re safe.”

“For now. I’m not taking my eyes off you.”

“Didn’t take you for the kind to let others tell you what to do.”

You clamp your lips shut. She’s right, and you know it. Your brain racks within itself for a comeback to defend your integrity, and realising instead: Why are you trying so hard to prove yourself to Ada?

Ada is challenging you for sure. Or entertained by you. You can’t tell the difference with her teasing grin that could be either, or both. Are your eyes fooling you, or does Ada seem more... relaxed? Her demeanour is drastically different from when you were in the saferoom, or when you were speaking to Jill. If you didn't know better, you swear Ada actually enjoys your company, maybe even a little bit more than friends.

The safe beeps, signal flashes green, and the hinge loosens to an open. The two of you peek inside. There’s a gold bar. A stack of paper (letters?) bound by a delicate string. But beyond that, nothing.

You hear rustling in the background. Papers falling to the floor. You turn around to see Jill frozen.

“We got the safe open. Did you find anything?”

Jill’s eyes are far off, fixed upon a particular spot. You look towards the direction of her glance, and beyond the window, it overlooks the mansion’s luxurious home garden, overgrown with weeds and wilt. Behind that, a bench and what appears to be either a figure or the trick of a light. It’s too dark to tell.

“Jill.” Ada repeats, slightly raised eyebrows indicating suspicion. Jill returns from her far off location, and sees the two of you in front of her.

“You okay?” You ask, wanting to put your hand on her shoulder. She shrugs you off.

“I’m fine.” Jill’s fist is holding some paper, and she scrunches it to hide it in her back pocket. “Nothing useful. Just old accounts… and stuff. You know.” Ada is watching. Jill changes the topic fast.

“But look what I've found in the drawers.” Jill removes a box from inside the drawer and opens it. It contains a bunch of oddly shaped devices, attached by a belt or some sort.

“Are those what I think they are...?” You question, not quite sure what to make of it just yet.

“In every colour too.” Ada says. “Seems like a 'hobby' of Arias'.”

“Maybe Arias had been using this toy in this room.” Jill snickers, pulling one of them out by the belt, and the girth of the black shaft is thick and erected.

“Jill, stop playing with it.” Your face looks visually disturbed. “Oh my god, my pure and innocent mind...”

“Don't tell me you've never used one of these before?” Ada is grinning, as if you just asked a silly question.

“And you have?”

“Who hasn't?” Jill laughs too. Meanwhile, you are still standing, a look of confusion in your eyes. They look at you, and look between themselves, a synchronous 'oh' left their mouths at the same time. You are still confused.

“Don't worry about it. So what do you guys got there?”

You pick up the stack, and read aloud the first sheet that is addressed to someone.

Dear Sarah, The world had been too cruel to us, separating us from each other far too suddenly, far too soon. Our lives were only just beginning, and fate had to take you away from me. We should’ve had so much more time. And we will. Don’t worry, Sarah, all of this is only temporary. I took your wedding dress to the dry cleaners and safekept it for your return. I still remember how beautiful you looked in that dress walking down the aisle. Yours forever, Glenn

You bring the sheet back to read the next letter.

Dear Sarah, My research was successful. I did it, Sarah, I DID IT!! I can finally bring you home, my love. Didn’t we always said we wanted a child? You told me underneath the moonlight you want to name our daughter Renee. And now, we can finally have them. We can finally be together. Things are in order to make this happen. Me, you, and Renee, for eternity. I’m so excited I’ve painted Renee’s nursery in your favourite colour, green. So much work to do, I’ll write to you again soon, Sarah. You won’t have to wait any longer. Yours forever, Glenn

“Is this Arias’ wife? What do you mean ‘bringing her back’?” Your whole body shudders at the thought.

“She’s dead. One of the many innocents that died in the wedding.” Jill almost punches the wall. “It should’ve been him.”

“He’s trying to revive her? …And have children with the dead?”

“What kind of fucked up shit is he planning?” Jill is shocked, grossed, disgusted all at once on her face.

Meanwhile, Ada, calm and unreactive as ever, is rummaging through the safe again. “No sign of the sample—” Ada confirms, and she withdraws her hand holding a gold bar to transfer it into her gear’s pocket. “—another dead end.”

“Did you just steal something?” Jill is in disbelief.

“Mind your business.” Ada shoots back a glare at her.

“There’s something really fucked up going on in this mansion, and this is how you act? Have some sympathy for the dead, would ya?”

“It’s been dead for a while. Doesn’t matter what we do or what we say, they can’t hear it. All we can do is focus on the present.”

“Why you—” Jill stops midway, like she accidentally swallowed back her words down the wrong hole. Her head is throbbing, heart racing, body attacking her from all sides within. Her throat is closing up, and for a second, Jill can’t breathe. She falls; collapsing onto the table with a loud thump, barely supporting herself with her elbow. Jill coughs; there’s blood.

“Jill! Are you okay?” You cry out, running to her aid, your arm rounding across Jill’s shoulders. It feels cold. Dry. Like you’re touching the furless coat of a dead animal with no warmth left in them.

“I… nnh, I’m fine.” Her voice is straining, but there’s some breathing at least.

“Don’t be stubborn. The colour on your face is gone.” You dip your hand onto Jill’s forehead. The cold sensation fades, and now it’s warm to the touch again, burning like a fever. You question yourself whether the coldness before was an illusion. Bringing your arms around her, you reach to your earpiece. “I’m calling Rebecca.”

“No. Don’t.” She coughs even harder with her weight leaning against you; she’s turning frailer and frailer by the minute. “I’ll be fine. We need to s-stop Arias.”

That is when you hear a click, cold metallic surface pressing against the fabric of Jill’s back. The safety’s off.

“Ada?” Your voice escapes like a pleading squeal, a forced laugh through hopeful desperation that it’s all a prank, that Ada isn’t going to hurt and betray you, just like all the other times. “…What’s up with you?”

“Jill. Get off. Now.” Ada raises her volume to a stern demand, and this time, you know she’s definitely not joking. Jill ought to do as she says soon, or else both of you may catch the bullet with a press of Ada’s finger.

“Ada—” Your voice shrivels into a pitiful whisper. Betrayal again? After everything?

“Jill’s infected. Face it. Thought it was weird why you’re acting funny. The virus is in your body as we speak.” Ada points her gun at Jill.

“Wha—What’re you talking about?” Jill’s face turns white. She coughs once more, hard. There’s blood all over her hand and on the corner of her lips.

“Ada. We need to take her to the hospital now.”

“Does she look okay to you? I’m not going to save your ass again. So get out when I tell you to.” Ada’s finger is firm on the trigger. Determined.

Jill scoffs. “This again? So you’re working for Wesker? You’re trying to take us out one by one. It’s not gonna work.” With a weak grip, Jill grabs her pistol with her remaining energy to aim right back at Ada. Ada doesn’t shoot. She should’ve, but she can’t.

Ada’s guard is up again. “Believe what you want. If you’d like to die today, be my guest. I won’t hesitate to shoot.” She flicks her wrist, demanding you to move aside. “This is your last chance.”

“Ada, please listen! She wasn’t bit. We were together the entire time. You were there too, Ada! She can’t be infected. She can’t be—” You yell in distress, but your sentence trails off into a mumble.

“The gas. The gas has something to do with it.” Ada says.

“Won’t the two of us be sick too?” You say.

Ada’s eyes glare harshly against the two of you, but you can see her thinking, the cogwheels in her brain processing the facts, and her speculation wavers. There’s pity behind the cold blooded glint. Sympathy. Ada’s pistol lowers—

And that was the mistake that costs their lives. Jill turns, roundhouse kicking the pistol off Ada’s hand in her moment of vulnerability. The gun falls, crashing against the rug far from reach. Ada is already reacting, drawing her TMP out but Jill moves faster. Too steadfast. Too superhuman. She tackles Ada to the ground, hands steady against her neck.

Jill’s gaze is obscured by flames, something blinding and controlling from something within her veins and arteries. Despite looking directly at Ada, she can’t see, nor can she distinguish friend or foe. Her hand tightens around Ada’s windpipe, leaving her grasping for air.

You pull up your rifle in a panic frenzy, unloading your round onto Jill. But she does not flinch, does not even look your way. There’s a dent in her skin where your shots land, but there’s no blood. “Goddamit, what the fuck, Jill! What is wrong with you?”

But Jill can’t hear you. Only the crackle of flame and roar of wildfire burning and reverberating through her head. Echoing twice and thrice over. Ada is grunting soundless moans, still attempting at escape with how she continues to fumble for the TMP on her waist belt. Then, Jill steps on Ada’s hand with sheer force and unnatural strength, crushing the smooth palm with the sole of her feet, twisting it until all the delicate bones become unrecoverable. And all hope was lost again.

Jill sinks her teeth into Ada’s neck, not with much mercy either. There is a sound of flesh torn, a blood crying scream to taint the air. The blood velvet rug paints a deeper red and Jill releases. Ada flops to the floor, paralysed, but not deadly enough for a fatality. Her beautiful skin, once full of vigour and charm, stained red with her own blood, the veins around turning deeper purple thriving like tree roots across the earth.

You look at Jill—and she’s smiling. It’s not the slight curve of her lips you’re used to when you tell her that her haircut is nice. Or the reluctant embarrassed grin she has when you thank her for standing up for you. This was something else.

This was something from hell.

She’s no longer the Jill you know. ‘Jill’ turns around to meet you in the eye. You back away, rifle aiming forwards despite knowing it’s all fruitless. Your hands shudder from within, none of your shots will hit even if you try. But you had no choice. You have to try even if it’s fruitless. Then you aim at Jill directly on the head. It’s harder than it looks, killing your best friend, even if they are a zombie.

It misses and lands on her shoulder instead. There’s a notable grimace on Jill’s face as she flies to catch the bullet from within her shoulder. She flicks the bullet away and her grin spreads widely, and she chuckles a sinister giggle. “That hurts, you know…”

“Jill?” These BOWs aren’t supposed to speak. They should be monsters. This is your first time meeting one of these too, and you did not expect them to be one of your closest friends. You should be careful. If they can speak, do they have the intelligence to manipulate you too?

“What’s wrong, kitty?”

“Fuck you.” You grit your teeth. “I’m not turning into one of you.”

She merely laughs. “Admit it. You think this is hot.”

“Fuck off.” You have Jill’s eyes locked, other hand inching closer and closer to your back pocket, reaching for the radio. But it was no use. A hand—bloodied and broken—grabs you by your wrist, twisting it behind you forcefully. You wince. Ada is right behind you, her eyes looking into yours with the same blank stare Jill has. She’s turned. And so quick too?

“Our darling, can’t seem to stay put? I think it needs punishment.” Ada’s breath is blowing against your neck. You shiver.

“Oh… like what kind?” Jill’s eyebrows are raised and intrigued.

Jill answers the question herself by unsheathing her pocket knife. You swallow hard as she takes each purposeful step towards you, savouring in your fear. Your wrists struggle against Ada’s grip, which she responds by tightening it further that your bones are almost breaking from her touch.

“It’ll hurt more if you resist.” Jill drawls out her words, licking the surface of the knife. She brings her knife forward, laying the flat edge of the knife against your cheek, drawing a little blood at first, then a bit more droplets gather onto the knife. She slurps on it, licking the crimson nectar clean off her knife. “Just relax, kitty. It’s us. Jill and Ada. Your teammates.”

“We won’t hurt you, darling. You can trust us.”

For a moment, through the hazy blink of a spell, you see your friends. Ada, mysterious yet always saving you during trouble. Jill, indifferent yet is always the first to defend you. They’re absolutely right. These are your friends. They mean so much to you, and you’ve just realised that now. You’ll do anything for them.

You let your body relax, your eyes stare into Jill, then Ada, then back at Jill again. She caresses your cheeks in her palm, bringing your face closer to hers with lips that only want to close the distance, and you close your-

Wait! No. Stop this! This isn’t right!

-eyes, before your lips crash together in a series of tingles. Jill deepens the kiss, her tongue prying between the seams of your lips, meeting your own tongue in the middle. You still taste a bit of blood, but that doesn’t deter you from returning the kiss. Jill licks your lips once more before finally parting with a heaved gasp. You slowly open your eyes, before another pair of familiar lips comes colliding back on yours and you’re nudged to close them again. This is Ada’s lips, rounder, thicker, with an unexpected forwardness. She nibbles on your lips, demanding, making room between the gaps of your lips, and kiss you just as passionately as Jill did.

Between kisses, a button pops off. Then another. You help each other out of your fabrics. Earpieces removed, abandoned by the floor. Jill strips off Ada’s dress and bra, and you help Jill out of her skinny jeans. A paper scrunches up from her back pocket. It’s been torn by hand, scribbled a note on lined paper where the words are either smudged or peeled off. Only one word is still faintly visible.

[ WATER ]

What could it mean?

You spend no time to ponder with Jill pulling you back into the present. Your naked torsos flush against each other as the duo fight for another taste of your lips. They catch your breath, one after another, with no intention of letting you out of their sight. Jill brings her hand around you, her fingers are already sending-

I need to get out of here! I need to warn-

-a violent fizz through your body, and Ada helps you fall to your legs onto the velvet rug underneath you. All the whilst your lips are trapped in Jill’s, and so is your body.

“That’s it… Be our good little darling.” Ada slips right behind you, letting your relaxed body lean against her, then running a hand up your torso with the friction of her latex gloves, before settling against your neck in a firm grip.

“We’ll take care of you, kitty.” Jill whispers into your ear, and you can’t hear any malicious intent. Jill and Ada aren’t hurting you, some part of you is very sure about this.

Then you hear something. A faint sound in your mind, a warning, a scream from far away. It’s telling you to run, run so far and fast before it’s too late. “Nnh… I…” It rings in your ear like a constant drum, forcing you for a response. But why? You feel so good right now…

“Stay with us, darling.” Ada coos, moving downwards to kiss along the strip of your neck. She’s gentle, enchanting you in her lovingness. The voice grows fainter, like a distant chatter that fades into the background.

And their hands are all over you, exploring every curve your skin has to offer. The crook of your neck, the gentle folds between your belly, thighs filling out into their palms, plushness against plushness. With how both of their breasts lay against you, it reminds you of a marshmallow cloud, and you’re drifting away into it. Away from the mortal world where only the three of you remain.

Ada runs her hands down your body, her latex glove palming your cunt now, circling it fully and firmly. You feel everything move, your hips rutting to find more friction against your clit. And she retracts her hand, pressing down against your clit as if you hears your demands, holding you and your emotions hostage, before repeating all the motions again.

“Shh… We’ll take care of you, kitty.” Someone says this, you don’t know who. You are much too focused on the pleasure throbbing in your body to notice. Ada moves her head downwards to watch your cunt more closely, pleasant to see you already drenching, soon to succumb to the inflictions of her loving touches.

“Goodness, so wet for me, darling.” Ada rewards herself with a finger down the stripe of your cunt, scooping your juices with the latex and licking her finger clean. Ada is taking her time with you, pecking gentle kisses along the seam. A few times you feel the firm pad of her tongue on you, but she retracts it before you can truly react to it.

Jill is still kissing you; her hands are groping her own breasts to satisfy herself, while you lay limp under the command of the two. You moan back into the kiss, clearly aroused by Ada toying with your body underneath, and she grows increasingly jealous: “Having all the fun without me?” She abruptly parts your lips, and gently lowers your back onto the floor.

“Come on, kitty. Help me come too.” Jill pecks one final kiss on you, which you, too engrossed in the knot in your chest to struggle to even pucker your lips. She rounds her legs over your face, and your face is shaded with the shape of Jill’s cunt. Her arousal glistens in the darkness, seemingly twitch, maybe a bit vulnerable with how your eyes are fixed upon her aching parts.

“Put that tongue to good use, kitty.” Jill drops herself onto your face, fucking herself onto your nose. A moan escapes her lips, and yours too, your grunt muffled underneath the pressure, but she can still feel the vibrations through her cunt. She ruts against you, a signal for ‘more’, and you obey. You stick your tongue in, swirling and springing your tongue to feel Jill’s walls against the flat surface of your tongue.

Jill lifts herself temporarily, just enough for you to breathe and release the groaning mess that is trapped in the back of your throat. She slams herself back down onto you again. Your breath quickens, back arches in; you’re close. So fucking close. Ada isn’t stopping now, her lips are flushed against your cunt, extending her entire tongue inside of you to tonguefuck you until your heavy breathing is inside of Jill’s cunt.

“I.. nnh…fuck…” You cry, a tear gathering in your eye.

“Don’t be shy, kitty. Just let it all out.” Jill looks down at you, grinning, taunting. She drives her cunt deeper onto your face. And with her encouragement, you do. The sensation wells inside of you, stimulated on both end bringing your orgasm to escalate in speeds unimaginable. Your juices start to flow, without warning—you couldn’t control it even if you tried—and all your fluids spills directly onto Ada’s face, catching into her eyes.

“That’s it. Well done, kitty.” Jill praises, smoothing a hand over your hair.

Ada doesn’t wince from your juices in her eye, she doesn’t even feel the pain. Her irises are shifting red from her kind hazel brown. Her skin, paling, wherever she was applying pressure at you, those parts of her turns distinctly blue. And that’s when reality hits you: you don’t know them. But there’s no stopping now. It’s too late. At least you can make your death memorable—enjoyable—by getting fucked inside out.

Jill is feeling it too, her hips shaking, your tongue going into overtime eating her out, until she finally releases. She tries to lift herself off, but it was too late when Jill begins to squirt, her one finger guiding herself on her clit, drenching your face and some of your hair with her fluids. You wipe your face off with your hands, huffing and puffing. Whatever you two had, it was intense. Far more intense than any relationship you had with any other sex.

Ada lands right next to you on the rug. She’s reaching down to circle on her own clit and thrusting her fingers inside of her dripping mess at the same time. God, Ada looks so hot touching herself.

“Please. Ada. I want to taste you too.” You nudge Ada’s fingers out of herself, giving them a lick to clean those pretty, battered fingers off. Even damaged, her manicure is still perfect, and the skin still feels soft to the touch. You roll on top of Ada, exchanging places with Ada’s fingers to bottom her out.

Ada’s cunt is so smooth, cleaned and trimmed, just as put together as the rest of herself. Her hole is wide open, as if taunting you with how much she can take at one time. You hook her legs over your shoulder now, pressing them down closer to her body and reaching over to her swollen nipple to pull against it. When your fingers enter her, it’s like dipping your finger into melted butter. With one finger, it was loose. So you add one more finger, then another, until all four of your fingers are deep in her cunt.

“God, Ada.” You swallow back a heavy drool. “You’re all stretched out.”

“I have higher pain tolerance like this. That’s the best part about being a zombie.”

“Does that mean I can…” You thought four fingers was Ada’s limit, but after wiggling your hand around, you manage to slip the fifth finger inside. Ada lets out a delighted whine, swallowing your entire fist with a quick rut of her hips.

My god, Ada looks so beautiful like this. With how big she’s taking in, you swear that she’s more used to this than she’s letting on. But you don’t get to ponder long, because Jill is right behind you. She’s watching over you, grabbing your cheeks from behind and something is nudging between your thighs.

“I want to try something on you.” There is a belt around her, and a strap bouncing high and proud into the air. “Stick up your butt for me, kitty.”

The idea of getting fucked by Jill excites you very much. You perk them up, despite your eagerness, you don’t want to lose momentum with Ada in front of you, still squirming under your control. You expect your cunt to meet with Jill’s silicone tip, but instead she puts some kind of device inside of you. It vibrates in the lowest setting, only a tingle of sensation in your already aching and throbbing pussy.

“J-Jill?” You let out a low grunt, unsatisfied. The device is so small, you still feel empty even as it vibrates within you.

“Don’t worry, kitty. I’m just gonna write some thing on your body. It won’t hurt, I promise.” She picks up a knife, previously abandoned in the corner. She runs the sharp end of the knife along your ass cheeks, and you wince as Jill drags the knife down until it carves off a letter. ‘J’ on your left cheek, ‘A’ on your right cheek.

“Kitty looks amazing with our initials on it.” Blood is trailing along your butt. Jill lied. It hurts a lot. But the combination of pain on your skin and pleasure of the vibrator takes you to your wits end. Jill makes up for it by consoling the cuts, planting kisses and licking the blood off your cheeks. Then she grasps harshly onto the plush meat, and the pain is back again.

“Kitty…” She coos, fingering out some of your stickiness to lubricate the silicone. It lines up against you, ready for entry. You take in a deep breath, and Jill shoves all of her length in one go. Your body flinches, tongue stopping for a moment to recollect your composure as your internal walls fight to wrap both the vibrator and Jill’s strap at the same time, filling you up so fully.

“That’s it, kitty. Take in both me and the vibrator. Feel so good right now… So good for us.”

But she’s not stopping. Not intending to stop until you come over and over again, until you stain the rug with every bit of your juices. Moans ripple through the room. Each thrust heavy and welcoming to your pussy as you stretch wide to accommodate to this newfound size. You chase your euphoria, as it crash at you wave after wave of limitless pleasure. Jill tips you further into overstimulation, fucking the fluids of your orgasm back inside of you.

But you can’t speak, despite the desire to release your choked out breath, you are determined to make Ada come too. She’s close. You press her legs further down to flex her into a pretzel, her thighs touch her head, and your fist finds its easier to reach her cervix, abusing at her favourite spot over and over again until she’s bound to release her fluids onto your hand.

“You’re mine now…” Jill and Ada speaks almost simultaneously.

And the rest of the night was a blur. You aren’t sure how many times you came tonight, you only feel the aftermath of it. The inside of your walls are sore, penetrated repeatedly by tongue and silicone, and you find your consciousness fading… and fading… until you are gone completely.

A buzz. It rings in your ear like a fly in your sleep. Is this your alarm? No… Did you not leave for Arias’ mansion? How long ago was that? Why are you asleep? And where’s Jill and Ada?

You are alone. The portraits watching your naked body as you lie—criticising you? You hear the windows clacking against the hinges, night air whining inside and all over your bareness. But you don’t feel cold. Your body hasn’t felt anything in a while. Joints weakened everywhere and your lips feel like something dried over.

You hear the buzz again. This time much closer. There’s static. It’s saying something.

“Ji- Ad-”

You move your limbs, cumbersome from the soreness of your muscles, to reach to the sound underneath your clothes. An earpiece. You fumble it on.

“Jill! Ada! Are you guys there? Come on, why won’t this damn thing work?”

It’s Rebecca. You know this girl. From somewhere. It’s getting harder to think.

“Reb—” You try to talk, but it escapes like the low grumble of a zombie. You don’t have much time left.

“Finally! Thank god it’s you! Are you guys safe?”

“Water... It’s the water… The water’s infected…” You muster whatever bit of strength left to talk.

“Hello?? Shit. I can’t hear you… What did you say about the water?”

Your eyes feel heavy. It sinks without intention. All that remains is a fragile pulse at the hearth of your body. Not enough for you to move or think. Darkness envelops you, and there is silence once again in Arias’ office.

Then, a man steps into the room.

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In The Middle ~ Jill Valentine and Carlos Oliveira

~Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira x fem! Reader~

Word count: 5652

Content warnings: smut, sexual content, MFF threesome, friends to lovers, lots of heavy making out, love bites, oral female receiving, oral male receiving, fingering, light teasing, light begging, p in v sex, praise, slight use of daddy, face sitting, creampie, love confessions, pure filth and sin tbh but a little bit of fluff too

!!!!!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!

After everything you've been through, you should always expect a situation to change in the blink of an eye, without any warning signs or build up. You should always be prepared for any outcome, no matter how ridiculous it may seem, but you still find yourself completely surprised at the situation you find yourself in. One moment things are innocent and sweet, the next they’re heated and every one of your nerve endings is on fire.

A movie night between friends, just like the many movie nights spent together before. Some horror movie playing much too loudly, a coffee table covered in an assortment of snacks and drinks, cozy beneath too many blankets, your two best friends on either side of you. You three were super close, a close knit bond forged over things the rest of the world could never understand.

After the dark things you’d each encountered all those years ago, you always kept things light amongst each other. Endless flirtatious jokes, a platonic touch here and there, looks exchanged knowingly, suggestive conversations, intimate knowledge shared. But it was all under the bond of friendship, right? You had a deep level of comfort amongst each other, an understanding of each other. Boundaries were outrageous when you knew the inner workings of someone’s mind so intimately.

So when Carlos’ hand rested on your left thigh, you paid it no mind. As he gently massaged the skin beneath his rough fingertips, you’d let your eyes fall shut and appreciate the comforting feeling. Jill’s arms wrapped around your right arm, hands engulfing yours, her head nuzzled into your shoulder, was a very welcomed touch. You let your head lay on top of hers and truly, you could’ve fallen asleep just like that.

A jumpscare in the movie pulled you out of your sleepy trance, startling you. Both of your friends chuckled at your reaction, but you just rolled your eyes and relaxed your back and shoulders again. You cracked your neck, letting out a low groan, before letting your head fall against the back of the couch.

You slowly become aware of Carlos’ hand moving further into your inner thigh, the touch on such sensitive skin causing goosebumps to rise up on the back of your neck. You raised your head up and turned to look at the man, finding him staring directly at your face. You cocked your eyebrow in confusion as he continued gripping your thigh and staring into your eyes. Your eyes were pulled down to his lips as he ran his tongue across them. A slow smirk grew on his face as your eyes met his once again.

His other hand reached out, caressing your cheek as you leaned into his touch, allowing your eyes to fall shut at the soft sensation. Absorbing the comforting feeling of him, his lips suddenly meeting yours pulled you from your haze. Your eyes flew open to find his closed, losing himself in the feel of your lips against his. The shock slowly faded as you allowed your eyes to flutter shut and finally kissed him back. You two slowly began to move your lips together, Carlos groaning at the feeling of you meeting his kiss.

His rough hands were still on you, such a sharp contrast to the softness of his lips. Your eyelids were firmly closed, but you could still feel them rolling into the back of your head at the sheer ecstasy of him. His tongue dragged across your bottom lip, a gentle request met with an enthusiastic invitation into your mouth. Your tongues ran over, under, and all around the others. Slowly, sensually, at first, but the longer your mouths were pressed together, the more passionate the kiss became.

He ever so slightly moved his lips away from yours, just enough to bring his hand from your cheek down to your chin so that he could run his thumb across your bottom lip. The gesture so simple, so gentle, had a soft whimper falling from your slightly agape lips. Your eyes slowly opened and you were met fuzzily with him looking straight into you, as if you were baring your soul and he were committing it to memory.

His hand fell from your cheek, as a softer, much smaller hand ran up your other cheek, urging your head to face your friend on the other side of you. Jill had a small grin on her face as your eyes found hers. Her hand slowly caressed your jaw, inching further to the back of your head until her hand cupped the back of your neck. She gradually drew your face closer and closer to her, until she finally closed the gap between the two of you, your lips colliding with hers.

You thought your lips meshed together perfectly with Carlos, but Jill’s kiss was just as perfect in an ever so slightly different way. It only took a few seconds before the two of you deepened the kiss, the taste of her lip balm flooded into your mouth, overtaking your taste buds and she tasted so fucking good. Your body was starting to catch up with your mind, your hand drifting up her arm until you got to her hair, entangling your fingers in the locks as you pulled her even closer to you.

You felt your hair as it was pushed aside, baring your neck for the man on the other side of you. His lips left wet, open mouthed kisses up your pulse point, eventually bringing his lips to your ear, pulling your earlobe between his teeth. He gently nibbled on your earlobe, causing you to let out a moan into Jill’s mouth. She bit your bottom lip, swallowing up all of the little noises slipping out of your kissed out lips.

Your eyes opened as you turned to check on Carlos beside you. He pecked you on your lips before reaching out to Jill, pulling her into a kiss right in front of your face. Their mouths moved passionately together as you looked on in wonder. You got lost in the sight of them, the two of them looking so good together like this. You blinked your eyes several times, clearing the haze from your mind, becoming more aware of the arousal growing between your thighs.

Jill crawled over your legs, Carlos pulling her into his lap. The kiss intensified as Jill straddled him, slowly grinding her hips down into his. The scene was too hot, too inviting for you to sit idly by any longer. You pushed yourself up on your knees, latching your lips onto Carlos neck just below his jaw, sucking a love bite into the skin. You licked the spot soothingly once you were satisfied with the mark you’d left, running gentle kisses down his neck.

You brought your head over to Jill, kissing along her exposed collarbone. She removed her hand from Carlos, entangling it in the back of your hair, pulling you deeply into her neck, urging you to give her the same treatment as you’d given Carlos. You hardly needed encouragement, immediately latching onto her pale skin. She moaned into their kiss as you sucked on the area right above her collarbone.

Your stomach was twisted up in knots. You weren’t sure if this was really happening or if you’d fallen asleep on the couch watching the movie and had slipped into a scarily real dream. Your skin felt hot and sweaty beneath your clothing, slowly beginning to feel trapped in them. You weren’t left with much time to think before Carlos was reaching out and bringing your lips back to his in a messy kiss as Jill’s fingers gently ran down your back.

Your hands tangled in his dark, wavy hair as you two devoured each other’s mouths. You weren’t sure how this feeling could get any better, and that’s when Jill’s lips connected with your sensitive neck. She alternates between soft pecks to harsh suckling on your skin, no rhyme or reason to her movements. She kept you suspended, not knowing exactly where she would land next. Her kisses and love bites were driving you crazy, just as she had intended.

Carlos pulled away from your mouth and latched his mouth on the opposite side of your neck of where Jill was working. They continued kissing all over your neck, lingering in places that elicited a reaction out of you. Not one inch of your skin was left unkissed by the time Jill pulled away from your neck and pulled you into another kiss. This time, she slowly explored your mouth, savoring everything you had to give her.

Carlos’ mouth was hovering over your ear, you could feel every little breath he took. His hands trailed over to your hips, his fingers digging into skin there. He held onto you like you might blow away if his grip lessened even slightly.

“You have no idea,” he whispered directly into your ear, causing goosebumps to gather in clusters across your skin, “how long I’ve waited to do this.” His hands kneaded into your hips firmly.

Jill’s kisses turned into gentle pecks as she spoke, “So, so fucking long.” She uttered the words in between kisses. Hardly able to pull her lips away from yours to even speak to you. Every ounce of your body tingled from the attention they were giving you. It was overwhelming in the best way. 

You pulled your mouth away from Jill’s, your hands were still tangled in Carlos’ hair but your eyes were locked on Jill’s.

“How long?” you asked softly, causing Carlos to chuckle softly directly into your ear. Your reflexes cause you to grip your hands tighter in his hair. 

Jill whispered, lips ghosting barely above yours, “Since the day I met you.” You blushed at her words, realizing all of the innocent touches and flirting were not so innocent to her. To both of them.

“I think I’ve waited for the two of you my whole life,” Carlos spoke into your ear, causing you to turn and meet his eyes, “Feels like we’ve waited an eternity for you to notice the way we look at you.” You smashed your lips against his in response to his words.

Jill’s lips were suddenly up against your ear as she spoke, “You’ve been so oblivious to how much we want you. We’ve waited for you to realize it, to put it all together.” She nibbled on your earlobe before speaking again, “But we knew we wouldn’t make it through another movie night with you between us.”

Carlos spoke against your lips, “Couldn’t fucking take it anymore.”

You pulled your head back enough so that you could look between the both of them, “I honestly thought you guys had a secret thing going on on the side. Thought you didn’t want to make things weird so you guys kept me in the dark.” Jill raised her eyebrows at you with a smirk on her lips, Carlos failing to stifle a laugh.

“Without you?” he spoke, a smile plastered on his face. “We’re nothing without you, sweetheart. It’s always been you.”

“It’s a package deal. It’s the three of us or none of us,” Jill said as she tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Do you want us, sweet girl? Do you want us as much as we want you?” she asked, looking into your eyes in search of answers. 

You bit your lip to fight back a smirk, “Fuck, I’ve always wanted you. I’ll always want you,” you shifted your eyes to look at Carlos, “Both of you.” You’re sure the grin on your face matched the wide grins plastered across both of theirs.

Jill climbed off of Carlos’ lap to come and straddle yours. Her arms wrapped around your neck as her lips crashed into yours again. You weren’t sure you could ever get enough of Jill’s lips. Your hands ran up her legs and grasped her ass in both your hands. Her hips grinded down into you, your hips grinding up to meet hers with every movement she made.

You gripped her ass as you stood up, sitting her back down on the couch so that you could climb on top of her. Your lips never once break apart. You reached out for Carlos, pulling him closer to the two of you. You broke away from Jill’s kiss as you guided Carlos’ face to hers, their lips immediately locked together.

Your hands reached out to rub Jill’s breasts through her shirt. You planted your face in her neck, groaning at the feeling of her not wearing a bra. You felt her nipples harden beneath your touch. You tweaked the buds between your fingers, Jill’s back arching in response.

She pushed Carlos away from her, allowing her to pull her shirt over her head, her bare chest on display for the two of you. As if there was a gravitational pull between the two of you, you were immediately latching your mouth around her nipple. As you sucked on one of her nipples, your other hand massaged her other breast. You couldn’t stand to leave any part of her untouched.

You switched breasts, sucking on the other with the same persistence as the previous. You peaked up at Jill and saw her and Carlos heavily making out once again. You moaned around her breast at the sight of them together. You could watch the two of them like this all night. 

You pulled yourself back, hands wandering down Jill’s waist and across her abdomen. Your fingers grazed across the waistband of her jeans. You leaned forward peppering gentle kisses across her neck.

“May I?” you asked her as you undid the button on her jeans.

“Fuck yes,” she said breathlessly. You couldn’t help but smile into the crook of her neck as you slid down her zipper. Your fingers slid into the belt loops on her jeans, pulling and urging her to lift herself up. She happily raised her hips as you pulled her pants down and off of her. 

You bit back a moan at the sight of her black, mesh panties. You slide your hand beneath the waistband of her underwear, middle finger immediately making contact with her clit. You continued to nuzzle your face in her neck as she let out the hottest moan you’d ever heard at the contact. 

You ran gentle circles around her clit before slipping your fingers down through her folds and feeling the wetness coating her panties and hole. “You’re so fucking wet for us,” you said before sucking a love bite into her neck.

“And you’re not?” she spoke, letting out a breathless laugh as she arched into your touch.

“Hey, we’re not talking about me right now,” you told her as your soaked fingers went back to massaging her clit in small, gentle circles. You pulled your face from her neck and looked at her as she gripped Carlos shirt tightly. He brought his hand to her chest and played with her nipples as she whined at all of the stimulation she was receiving. 

You worked your fingers back down to her hole, sliding one finger into her wet heat causing her to cry out and bury her head in Carlos neck. She grinded her pussy into your hand in search of more friction as you sunk another finger into her. Her pussy clenched around your moving fingers, causing you to groan at the sensation. 

You removed your fingers from her panties and she whined at the loss. You shushed her as you brought your fingers up to Carlos’ lips. You ran them over his bottom lip before he opened his mouth and you slid them in. You laid your fingers flatly against his tongue as he sucked Jill’s juices off of them, causing him to moan at the taste.

As he sucked on your fingers, you brought your lips to Jill’s for yet another kiss. You just couldn’t resist her mouth.

You pulled your fingers from Carlos’ mouth. He leaned over and spoke to Jill, “You taste fucking incredible.” You pulled your lips from hers and looked at her with a smirk.

“Mind if I get a proper taste, doll?” you asked her. She immediately nodded her head and stared at you with lust blown eyes. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” you told her, leaving one last kiss on her lips before slipping off the couch. You got down on your knees between her spread thighs.

You slowly, teasingly, played with the waistband of her panties before finally, pulling them down and off her legs. You moaned at the sight of her bare, wet pussy right in front of your face.

Carlos was on his knees on the couch next to her as she worked his pants down, releasing his erection. She stroked her hand up and down his cock as you took in how big and thick he was. You’d be tempted to get up and take him in your mouth if the most perfect cunt you’d ever seen wasn’t begging for your mouth. 

You kissed up and down one of her inner thighs before doing the same to her other thigh. She looked down at you as she slowly jerked Carlos’ cock.

“You gonna suck his cock while I eat your pretty pussy?” you asked Jill right before placing a gentle kiss to her clit. She whined needily before turning her head and opening her mouth for his cock. He inched his hips closer to her until his cock was a mere millimeters from her mouth.

She moved her head toward him and pulled his leaking tip into her mouth, gently sucking. “Fuck Jill,” Carlos said as he threw his head back, “God your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock.” She slowly started to bob her head on his length.

While she’s distracted, you bring your lips back to her clit and suck on it harshly suddenly. Her hips arched up into your mouth as you pulled your mouth back and ran your tongue teasingly up and down her folds. You closed your eyes as you drew all sorts of shapes with your tongue on her clit, gauging her reaction until you found exactly what drove her crazy.

You continued eating her, alternating between licking and sucking. You never kept the same pattern, you wanted her suspended at your will, like putty in your hands. It was hard to remain focused on pleasing her when you kept getting lost in how perfect she tasted on your tongue.

Her slick was running down your chin as you devoured everything she had to give you. You brought both of your hands to her thighs, using your fingers to spread her hole open as you began to fuck your tongue into it. As you fucked her with your tongue, your nose kept rubbing against her clit. Her fingers were tangled tightly in your hair, pulling tighter whenever you hit the right spot.  

You looked up from her pussy and met Carlos’ eyes as he fucked his cock into her mouth. He was holding her hair in his fist as his other hand held her jaw in place. Drool was falling from her lips, a stray tear falling down her cheek when Carlos hit the back of her throat with his cock.

The vision above you only fueled you further, quickening the pace of your tongue in her pussy. You went back to nipping at her clit as you slid two fingers inside her weeping hole. 

Jill pulled her head from Carlos grasp as she looked down at you, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop. Shit.” She fought to keep her eyes open as you massaged her g spot and licked her clit as quickly as you could.

“Cum in her mouth. Fuck you two are so hot,” Carlos said as he stroked his cock, watching your mouth on Jill’s pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh God,” Jill cried out as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her thighs clamped around your head as she came on your tongue. You fucked her through her orgasm, licking up every drop of her release.

When Jill’s moans turned to whines, you finally pulled your mouth from her pussy. She opened her eyes and looked down at you as she tried to catch her breath. Without breaking eye contact, you once again put your fingers in Carlos’ mouth for him to clean off. He eagerly sucked the juices off your fingers as he continued to jerk himself off.

When Jill finally came back down from her high, she couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly. “Fuck that was amazing,” she said pulling your mouth to hers. You pushed your tongue between her lips and she allowed you in. She moaned at the taste of herself on your tongue. She pulled her mouth from yours, “You’re wearing too many clothes. And I wanna taste you.”

You chuckled as you stood up from between her legs and slowly pulled your shirt over your head. Jill and Carlos eyed you hungrily as you unclasped your bra and slid it off of your shoulders, letting your breasts fall out as the piece of clothing fell to the floor. 

Jill groaned as she leaned forward and quickly undid the button and zipper on your pants. She gripped your pants and panties, pulling them done to your ankles in one go. You couldn’t help but giggle at her eagerness as you stepped out of them.

“Keep laughing, but you were moving too fucking slow,” she said grabbing your hand and guiding you back to the couch, “Here lay back and I’ll take care of you.” You laid with your head on the arm rest as Jill crawled between your legs. She spread your legs open to accommodate her as she brought her mouth down to your breasts.

You tried to stifle the whine threatening to slip from your throat, but as she sucked your nipple into her mouth you couldn’t hold it back. She smirked at your pathetic whine as her fingers teasingly ghosted over your pussy. After going so long without stimulation, you were already beyond needy.

“Please, Jill. I need to feel your mouth. I need it so fucking bad,” you whined desperately, your hips thrashing beneath her. 

“Shhhh, I said I’m gonna take care of you,” she said before kissing her way down your abdomen, pushing your thighs open even wider. She gently kissed each of your thighs before finally bringing her mouth to your pussy and licking over your clit. 

You instinctively arched your back in search of more friction and Jill was quick to provide. Her mouth was quickly devouring your soaked cunt as moans started to steadily fall from your lips.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you told Jill as your hands gripped her hair, pulling her deeper into your cunt. “You want Carlos to fuck you while you eat my pussy? I wanna see how well you fucking take it,” you spoke before raising your eyes to meet Carlos’. 

Jill hummed in approval against your pussy, sending more shock waves of pleasure through your core. Carlos grabbed Jill’s hips and pulled them up until his cock was lined up with her entrance.

“You’ve been quiet, Carlos. Are you doing okay?” you asked him as he rubbed the tip of his cock through Jill’s slick folds.

“I’m fucking amazing, I just love watching you two together,” he said as he pulled one of your hands from Jill’s hair. He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “I can’t wait to fuck both of you, don’t you even worry about me.”

He released your hand and lined his cock up with Jill’s hole and gently pushed the tip in. Jill moaned against your pussy again and fuck, you could get used to that feeling. Carlos pushed deeper into Jill and she pulled her mouth away from your pussy to nuzzle her face against your thigh. The sensation was overwhelming her, so you gently ran your fingers through her hair in encouragement. 

As she whimpered against your thigh, she slipped a finger into your pussy, causing you to grind up into her head. She quickly added another finger and started massaging your walls.

Carlos bottomed out in her pussy, holding the position to allow her to adjust. He murmured sweet little nothings and encouragement to her as she steadied her breathing.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, tell me when I can move, sweetheart,” Carlos spoke to her as he rubbed his hands up and down her back. She gave him the go ahead to move as she brought her mouth back to your pussy. You bit your lip, fighting to keep your eyes open to watch the sight in front of you, but struggled as the pleasure within you steadily increased. 

You watched as he slowly started to move in and out of her pussy. The moans she was releasing against your clit sending vibrations through you. You knew you wouldn’t last long at all with the feeling of Jill’s mouth against your pussy and the look of Carlos slowly fucking into her. 

Carlos’ pace started to pick up and in response, Jill’s mouth and fingers started to work you faster. You felt your eyes starting to glaze over as you watched the scene playing out in front of you.

“Just like that, fuck, I knew you could take it so good, so so good,” Carlos praised Jill between his grunts of pleasure.

“You look so fucking good taking it too, I could cum just watching him fuck you,” you told Jill as her eyes looked up to meet yours. She hummed against your pussy in response, causing you to buck up your hips into her mouth. “I’m so close,” you whined as your eyes fell shut.

Jill kept her movement steady as you steadily climbed that mountain, the coil pressing tighter and tighter as you approached your release.

“Cum in her mouth. I wanna watch your face as you cum, baby,” Carlos spoke to you in a husky, low tone. His words were what finally sent you over. You were grinding erratically against Jill’s mouth as your mouth fell open, curses and moans spilling out. The pleasure wrecked havoc through your senses as you continued to fall apart, Jill never letting up on her movements.

You had to grip Jill’s head and pull her away from your cunt to get her to stop. She smirked up at you as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest as you tried to come back down from cloud 9. You’d never cum so hard in your life, every single one of your nerve endings felt on fire from the pleasure coursing through your veins. 

“Holy shit,” you spoke breathlessly before a small laugh left your lips. You couldn’t help but smile and laugh through the ecstasy you felt moving through your body.

Your brain was foggy, barely registering the movement around you. Jill stood up from the couch as Carlos moved closer to you, pulling you down until your back was flat on the couch cushions. He pulled your legs apart as he positioned himself between them, grabbing your leg and wrapping it around his waist.

Jill sat down on her heels as she placed gentle kisses across your sweaty forehead. She gathered your hair up off your neck, laying it above your head. She left soft kisses down your cheeks and neck, before turning your head to put her lips on yours.

Carlos slowly pushed his cock past your entrance, causing you to whine into Jill’s mouth. You reached your hand out to grip Jill’s neck as Carlos pushed his cock all the way into you. Jill peppered kisses across your cheeks.

“Please fuck me. I need it so bad, god, fuck,” you begged as Carlos bent down to bury his head in your neck.

“You’re both gonna kill me. Fuck, I’m gonna split you in half, baby,” Carlos murmured against your skin. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding up into him. He slowly started to move his thick dick inside of you. The moan that left your throat was so high pitched, you’d have been embarrassed if you weren’t so lost in the feeling of his cock.

“You’re such a sweet girl. Such a good girl for us,” Jill told you as she caressed your arm. Carlos started properly thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. The wet sounds your pussy was making mixed with the skin slapping skin sounded downright pornographic.

“You feel so fucking good. So fucking wet, taking it so well, fuck,” Carlos spoke as he started to rail you. You never really understood what being railed quite meant, but this had to be it. The way he was basically rutting into your pussy as he held your hips in place to take him deeply. Fuck, this had to be what getting railed was. If it isn’t, you aren’t sure you could handle what being railed actually entailed.

“You fuck me so good, daddy. Fuck, can I call you daddy? Fuck, daddy fuck me. I love your cock,” you basically word vomited out, barely able to form a coherent thought.

“Keep talking like that and I’m gonna cum,” Carlos told you as he continued pistoning his hips into you. “Call me whatever you want princess. I can be your daddy, I’ll be whatever you want me to be as long as I can keep fucking you like this.”

Your pussy clenched around his dick at his words. He grunted as you gripped him. Incoherent mumbles were leaving your lips as you lost yourself in the pleasure he was giving you.

“Awe, are you going all dumb on us baby?” Jill murmured into your ear. “Cock drunk already? You look so perfect like this. I could listen to you all day.” The mixture of mean words and praise from her had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Sit on my face, I need to taste you again. I wanna feel you cum on my tongue again,” you barely managed to get the words out through your stupor. 

“Anything for you,” she answered before climbing back up on the couch. Carlos pulled his body up from yours and adjusted your legs to take him from a new position. Jill positioned herself over your face facing Carlos. Her pussy was hovering over your face and you wasted no time craning your neck up to get your mouth on her again.

Carlos started his movements up again, fucking you more deeply from his new position. His hands were gripping your hips, bracing himself as he kept up his brutal pace.

You could hear the sloppy kiss going on between the two of them. Jill was grinding down into your face as you fucked her with your tongue. You couldn’t stop moaning and whining into her pussy. 

Your second orgasm crashed into you without any warning. You grabbed Jill’s hips with your hands and held her firmly against your tongue. Your tongue moved vigorously as the white hot pleasure shook your body.

“I’m cumming, holy shit,” Carlos grunted as his thrusts became sloppy. Your pussy continuously clenched around his cock, milking every drop of cum from him. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably from the overstimulation. His thrusts finally came to a stop as he left his cock buried in your cunt.

All the while, you never stopped devouring Jill. She was helplessly, desperately, grinding on your tongue, chasing her release. Carlos was still breathing heavily as he brought his head to her breasts and sucked on them intensely.

Suddenly, Jill’s back was arching, her legs tensing around your head as she held her clit down against your tongue. You licked her intensely as her orgasm rushed through her. Her moan was practically a scream as she held onto Carlos tightly. You flicked your tongue over her clit a few more times before pulling back and catching your breath.

Jill collapsed against Carlos. Thankfully he was strong enough to hold her up easily while slowly pulling his cock out of you. You whined as you felt the slow movements against your quivering walls.

Carlos stood up with Jill in his arms and laid her on top of you so you were chest to chest. She nuzzled her face in your neck as she worked on steading her breathing. You rubbed gentle circles into her back as she softly moaned at the comforting gesture.

Carlos disappeared for a minute before returning with a towel. He gently cleaned both you and Jill up before cleaning himself. Carlos sat down in the middle of the couch as you and Jill cuddled into either side of him. He wrapped his arms around each of you as you and Jill held hands across his chest.

“I love you,” Carlos said, pressing a kiss onto your scalp before turning to Jill and repeating the words and his actions.

“I think I love you too,” Jill said teasingly to Carlos. He rolled his eyes at her before she spoke again, “I love you so much.” She reached her hand out and caressed your cheek as she spoke the words.

“I love you both. Sorry it took me so long to realize,” you spoke softly.

“It’s okay. We know you’re a big dummy, but that’s why we love you so much,” Jill said in a joking tone.

“Oh fuck you,” you said laughing before sighing contentedly. You loved them both an impossible amount. You truly did. And maybe you always had. You knew now you always would.

~masterlist~

[maccaronimassacre]

Intro and rules!

You can call me either Mac or Shay depending on what platform you are more familiar with me on, I'm 18 and use she/her or they/them pronouns. I mainly make bots on character ai, and the occasional headcanon and rambling posts when I'm sleep deprived. I run two accounts on c.ai, Maccaroni_Massacre which is dedicated to my Resident Evil bots and MaccStrikesBacc for bots for other fandoms.

Requests are open!

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Maccaroni_Massacre

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Fandoms/characters that I make bots for:

Resident Evil:

Ada Wong

Ashley Graham (soon)

Carlos Oliveira

Chris Redfield

Claire Redfield

Ethan Winters

Helena Harper

Jill Valentine

Leon Kennedy

Luis Serra (soon)

Mia Winters

Rebecca Chambers

Star Wars

Cal Kestis

Luke Skywalker (soon)

Finn (soon)

Honkai Star rail

Dan Heng

March 7th

Boothill

Genshin Impact

Al Haitham

Zhongli

Persona 5

Akira Kurusu

Ryuji Sakamoto

Ann Takameki

What I will create:

Angst, hurt and comfort, AU's, crossovers (e.g Resident Evil characters in the MCU), any cheesy fanfic tropes or silly outlandish ideas you can think of

Dark topics such as SH and gore, but very lightly due to c.ai's filter and violence. I also want to treat these topics as sensitively as possible

Romance

Platonic/ familial

What I will not create:

No Incest

No age gaps (e.g Student x teacher, dads best friend)

No NSFW including kinks (again c.ai filter and also it corrupts the ai's replies) Baby fever bots are as far as I'll go.

SA and non con

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i'll never smile again, until i smile at you

{pre re5! Jill Valentine x f! reader} + {platonic! Chris Redfield x f!reader}

TW: death, depression, mild violence

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 “I don’t believe you” You said, shaking your head as your grip began to falter from the teapot within your grasp. The two men stayed silent, one of them, who you knew quite well, continued to stare at you with hurt, unable to give you a response in return to your disbelief. Shaking your head once more, “Chris what kind of sick joke is this?” You scoffed quickly, turning your back towards the two men in an attempt to hold yourself together. Any moment now, Jill would walk through that door, like she always did. You knew that because she promised you, every mission she went on, she always promised. 

  “I’m sorry” His deep voice echoed through your ears. As much as you’ve joked together in the past. Chris couldn’t find it himself to even crack a single one in this circumstance. You stayed silent, unable to even believe the news he just came to give you. Just a few weeks ago, you, him, and Jill were having drinks. Celebrating a joyful occasion, what were you celebrating? You couldn’t even think about the celebration that occurred that week after hearing the news your best friend just came to tell you. “What…?” you quietly asked, Chris was about to apologize once more until you quickly cut him off. 

  “You’re sorry? Is that what I heard? For fucks sake, YOU were with her!” You snapped, dropping the teapot from your clutch, only able to hear it clang on the wooden floor. Piers, the man with Chris who just couldn’t stay quiet. “Captain Redfield did the best he could, I understand what you're feeling but please don’t take it out on him” He said, attempting to lighten Chris’s burden in any way he could. They both watched you as you calmly picked up the teapot, seeing yourself in its shiny reflection, you stared at it for some time. You were seething. Seething with so much emotion you yourself couldn’t pinpoint what to feel at this exact time. You lost her, Jill. That's right, it was all coming together now. You were celebrating their small lead in finding Wesker, that's why you all were celebrating. That fact alone causes you to throw the teapot right towards Pier’s head.

Although the throw was fast enough for Chris to step in and catch it himself. Pier’s eyes widened, as he turned his head towards his captain, who shook his head and signaled him to leave the two of you alone. Piers almost declined the request, until he saw the way you held yourself, shakily as if you could fall at any moment. Understanding that you were no longer a threat to the two of them, he nodded his head and walked out of your kitchen.  

 Chris closed his eyes as he maintained his frame, not allowing himself to falter in any way in front of you as he made a promise to Jill to be there for you. The fight with Wesker kept playing in his head. Jill tackling Wesker for his sake, he squinted his eyes at the thought of remembering it all. “Chris, do you remember that day we went out for drinks?” Your weak tone brought him out of his thoughts.

  Turning his gaze towards you, as you were propped by the counter with your gaze still to the floor.  “I do remember” He responded, “We had finally found Wesker’s location” He smiled softly, remembering how rowdy the three of you were that day. So rowdy, you and Chris were plastered enough for Jill to draw on your  faces while you both were knocked out. You barely managed a smile, but the little warmth you felt erupted in your chest from remembering that day. Tears streamed through your eyes, sliding your back down the kitchen counter, you held your face as you cried into the palms of your hands. Chris crouched next to you as he patted you back. He knew you weren’t mad at him, or would blame him. The three of you knew one another well enough to know what this field entailed, yet knowing Jill was the one to go before the two of you was too much to bear. The pain still remained no matter who you wanted to point fingers at. 

 “I proposed to her” you revealed, Chris’s eyes widened at the information as he stared at you in shock. “That day when we went out for drinks actually” You smiled sadly, remembering the way Jill rejected the thought as she believed you were too drunk to function. “I was planning on proposing someday, seeing her shine with pride that day, I couldn’t bear it. In my head, sober or not, I wanted to marry her” You sniffled, tears threatening to spill again. 

“But she said no. '' Chris finished your sentence already, knowing what could’ve been going through Jill’s head at the time. It also tugged at his heart strings, knowing why. You nodded your head in confirmation “The way she looked at you, believe me, I saw it the first day we met in that dusty office back in raccoon city. She wanted to be yours someday too” He said with a soft smile, remembering how Jill was enamored by your presence the first time you two met. He felt like your guy's biggest wingman back then. In yours and Jill’s eyes, he was still your biggest wingman. “Thanks for saying that” the smile on your face began to fade, “I wish I could’ve heard it from her” You teared up again, this time Chris embraced you into a hug. His buff arms engulfed you in a warm hug, to which you knew was coming from his heart as he faltered in communication with the amount of missions he’s been on, turning him colder. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you enough how much I wished it was me. “ Chris said, you shook your head. “Don’t do that Chris” You said, pushing his hug enough for you to look into his eyes. “Don’t do that to yourself, Jill just did exactly what she knew you’d do for me or her.” You said, engulfing him into a hug, “You are equally important to us, as we are to you.” He hugged you back, almost squeezing you. Although you knew he was going through it just as much as you were. Silence filled the room as you two platonically embraced eachother. 

  “Please tell that guy I’m sorry” You sighed, as you remembered how you threw a teapot at Pier’s head. He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, he understands” Chris reassured as you sniffled and nodded.

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cosmcqt: pls have mercy idk i just wanted to write something with jill in it, hope u like it!

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Request Rules

I’m more accustomed to writing fluff and angst, but I can experiment with smut.

female/male reader because I don't feel comfortable writing from a neutral point of view. Relationships can be either romantic or platonic

I don't write: yandere, big age difference, rape, incest, abuse.

I write: anything except the above

Characters:

Resident evil: Ada Wong, Leon Kennedy Jill Valentine

Hsr: Dr Ratio, Ruan Mei, Aventurine, Topaz, Kafka

Genshin impact: Xiao, Neuvillette, Arlecchino, Shenhe, Xianyun, Raiden Ei, Yae Miko

These are the ones I feel comfortable writing about, but I don't mind other characters!

Of the ships, I’m ready to write only for Aventurine/Topaz