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obsolescent · 2 months

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An Eye for an Eye

Pairing: Trans!Jill Valentine x GN!Reader

Summary: You’re a stay at home partner. You cook and clean, keeping the apartment tidy and things looked after while your partner works. Most nights, they’re out longer than they should be. You don’t buy the excuses they feed you, knowing deep down what’s occurring. One night your neighbor comes over for dinner and your suspicions are proven right, but she has quite the idea of getting them back.

Author’s Note: Coming back swinging lol. I’ve been sitting on this idea for a while (wrote this out months ago and I’ve just been staring at it). It's been at the forefront of my mind recently and I had to get it out. It got sadder than I thought it would, oof. Don’t worry, I do make up for it.

Content Warnings: Gender neutral language used for reader and your partner, trans Jill Valentine, RE5 Jill, angst, mentions of anxiety and depression, mentions of disordered eating, vomiting, cheating, distant/neglectful partner, P in V sex, revenge sex, unprotected sex.

|| Disclaimer: Jill Valentine is trans in this story. Keep your transphobic remarks to yourself and don’t read this if that bothers you. ||

The dining table is set, the plates sat upon their placemats, silverware aligned on one side, glasses of wine on the other. You had just finished cooking, plating the food and sitting in your seat, staring at the empty chair across from you.

Jaw tensed, nose scrunched as you will your useless tears away.

There’s no use in them any longer. You would’ve thought you had cried them all out after the months, after all the distance that had grown between you and your partner.

Anger, confusion, and sadness have flitted through your mind ever since this started. The emotions are undulating, leaving you riddled with anxiety and nerves shot to hell and back.

You stare down at your food, fork in hand gripped so tightly it threatens to warp. A door closing causes the fork to fall from your clutches, the utensil clattering to the table.

Your neighbor’s door.

Your gaze settles on the fixed plate at the other end of the table, the steam still rising from the freshly cooked meal.

No use in letting another meal go to waste.

You’re out of your chair and opening the door, crossing the hall. The minuscule corridor, a mere 15 feet, and a couple doors, is what separates the two of you. You rap your knuckles against the wood, listening to shuffling inside.

The light through the peephole shifts, someone gazing out into the hallway, and the door swings open.

Jill stands at the threshold, one hand holding the door and the other propped against the frame. She says your name, followed by, “Everything okay?”

You fix your posture, standing up straight and meeting her artic eyes. You take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I reckon everything’s good. Wanted to ask if you’d join me for supper?”

Jill’s face shows surprise, before her eyebrows furrow. “Your partner isn’t home again?”

You grimace. She’s noticed. Your eyes squeeze shut as you nod your head, before looking away. The feeling of being unsure of your decision to invite her over starts to seep in. Her expression softens as she smiles at you. “Sure, I’d love to.”

Your gaze moves back to her face, her eyes crinkling in the corners as she pulls the door closed, stepping into the hallway with you. The air releases from your lungs.

You give your own small smile and turn back towards your apartment, guiding her inside. You close the door while Jill removes her jacket and shoes. You make your way back to the table and she takes the seat where your partner would usually occupy.

“You caught me at a good time, I was about to start making my own dinner,” Jill says with a small laugh. You chuckle, “Well, I hope it’s as good as what you were gonna make.”

She picks up the fork and begins to eat, a noise of satisfaction leaving her lips.

“Damn, this is good. I really appreciate you for inviting me to dinner.” Face burning at the noise she made along with the praise, you nod and thank her for the compliment.

Light chatter is exchanged as the two of you eat. The discussion starts off with basic things, for her it’s her work. You, it’s what you got up to at home, which was a load of nothing today, the typical tidying up of the place and whatever else you could find to fill up the time.

Quiet falls over the apartment as the two of you focus on finishing your food. It’s a comfortable silence, one that almost has a sense of domesticity to it.

You feel some of the anxiety ebb away, the knots in your gut loosen, eased by Jill’s mere presence. It’s surprising that that’s all it takes for you to settle down, having someone in your home, even if it isn’t who’s supposed to be here.

It helps you finish your food. Most days now you feel nauseous, unable to eat full meals or much at all these days. It’s led to some weight loss these last few months since it all started, a habit you’ve noticed that occurs whenever life becomes turbulous.

Jill clears her throat, bringing you out of your thoughts to see her troubled expression.

“I…need to tell you something,” Jill starts, hands squeezing together.

Your stomach clenches, bile rising.

“O-okay, yeah,” inhaling, exhaling slowly, you nod.

She shifts in her seat, leaning forward. “I…” She shakes her head, blonde locks shifting, falling over one of her eyes. She takes a deep breath and begins speaking.

“I saw your partner, with someone else. A bar downtown.”

You stare at her, face blank.

Lips pressed into a thin line, she breaks eye contact and turns her face up, towards the ceiling.

Her hands move to grip the edges of the table, knuckles white.

“They were kissing.”

A feeling akin to a fire poker that had just been removed from the embers pierces your heart. A choked noise leaves you as your hand flies to cover your mouth.

Of course you had your suspicions, an inkling to what was happening. The way your body had been wound up these countless days that seemed to crawl by. Questions innumerable, so many you kept to yourself, for the dread that would come thereupon the answers.

Now, the truth has been revealed and it gores your soul.

Your body is making its way towards the toilet as you heave, rushing into the room. Knees slamming onto the tile, the contents of your stomach spilling into the bowl.

Jill stands, gripping the back of the chair before she follows after you, guilt striking her so hard she feels unsteady. Not knowing you would have such a visceral reaction to the news, she assumed your partner’s infidelity was known.

Now, as she walks into the bathroom and crouches beside you, laying a comforting hand on your back as your weeping saturates the room, rage replaces the regret. Jill puts that anger on hold to help you regain your composure, assisting you in getting back on your feet and leaving you be as you clean yourself up.

She shuts the door to the bathroom and props herself up against the wall across from you, in thought. Ideas begin to form. Of course, she’d go over them with you once you’ve calmed down, but for now she lets herself brainstorm.

Jill, a woman who hates injustice, cheaters, and liars, especially ones who don’t see how good they have it, is irate. But also, still taken aback.

She remembers that night at the bar, out with Chris after work, when she had been doing her typical scan of the place, securing potential exits when her head had snapped back towards one area so hard she felt like she’d given herself whiplash.

There, she had seen your partner with another person, all over each other. It wouldn’t have been an understatement to say the two were literally “sucking faces”. She grimaced and turned away, having seen enough with just a single glance. Chris had seen where Jill’s gaze had landed and whistled low, chuckling. “Damn, just going at it in public like that.”

Jill groaned, hand cupping her forehead as she propped her elbow on the bar’s counter. “That’s my neighbor’s partner…with someone else.” She had mentioned you before to him, about how kind you had treated Jill, and had confessed to having a crush on you. She had also mentioned how odd your partner’s patterns were, but after a glance at the romantic exchange taking place across the bar, it all made sense.

Chris sucked in a breath between his teeth, a hissing sound while he also cringed.

“Fuck, you gonna tell ‘em?” He asked, finishing off his glass, the ice clinking together as he set it back down. “Of course I am. They deserve a shit ton better than that. I just…don’t know how I’m going to do it.” Jill says, rubbing her temple. Chris hummed and patted Jill’s shoulder, “The right time will come.”

Indeed, it had. Jill had been lost in the memory until you opened the bathroom door, face blotchy and sniffling still. “Hey,” she said softly, leaving her perch against the wall and guiding you into the living room to sit on the couch. “Is there anything you want to talk about?” She asks, “I’m here for you, whatever you need,” Jill pats your arm while she speaks, hoping to soothe you.

You nod, taking a deep breath.

“I…guess I shouldn’t be surprised?” You start, wincing at the crack in your voice, throat raw. Jill nods, urging you to continue. “I knew there was something going on, I just ignored it. Didn’t want to face the truth,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut at the new wave of emotions. You grip at your arms, grounding yourself.

“What would I even do if we split up? I don’t work, don’t have a career, and I’m far away from home.” Panic rises and your breathing quickens, a sickening realization washing over you. “I ignored it because…I—“ you suck in a harsh breath, “I thank you, Jill, for telling me, but…” you trail off, avoiding her gaze. “There’s not anything I can do.”

“Bullshit.”

It leaves Jill’s mouth before she can register it.

You blink, meeting her icy gaze. Your mouth opens to respond, but Jill continues, “Of course there’s something you can do, there always is.” She grabs your hand and squeezes it.

Your eyes remain glued to your entwined grip.

Jill bites her lip, an answer on her tongue. Fuck it.

“Get them back.”

Your brain lags for a moment, confusion painting your face, not registering her response before your mouth opens into an “O”, eyes fixated on where you’re connected.

Is she…insinuating what I think she is?

Jill inhales and begins speaking once more, “It seems like your partner can’t, or doesn’t want to leave, either. If that’s the case, then why not play them at their own game?”

Your mouth snaps shut, biting your lip as you think on her words.

“So…give them a taste of their own medicine?” You ask.

Jill nods, “Yeah, exactly.”

“Are you…wanting to help?”

Well, that’s out there.

You feel Jill stiffen beside you, and regret immediately fills you.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought that earlier when you said–and when you–”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

Jill cuts you off and your mouth hangs open, words halting in their tracks.

She clears her throat and shifts, turning towards you some more, thumb running over the skin covering your knuckles.

Jill had grown an infatuation for you. Unfortunate due to you being married, but how could she not? Always going out of your way to help your neighbors, her included. Your kindness didn’t stop there. Overflowing into the streets below, to anyone and anything. One time she caught you feeding the stray animals that would wander by the complex, your generosity knows no limits. But knowing you had a spouse, she would never infringe on you and your partner’s relationship. But now…

Jill typically wouldn’t help someone cheat, never. But…

“An eye for an eye.”

You both sit in silence for a moment, taking the other in. The two of you capturing miniscule details neither had the time to see before.

Jill speaks once more, clearing her throat.

“Now, we don’t have to do anything right now, only when you’re comfortable and ready to, if you even want to later on–” she begins to pull herself away from your hold but you grip her tighter, drawing her closer.

“Wait!” Your voice raised, Jill’s eyes widened slightly at your reaction.

“Just, wait…I want to, now. Don’t…let go of me, please.”

Jill allows you to keep her close, fingers entwining.

“You’re very pretty,” you murmur, eyes taking long sweeps over the contours of her face. She blushes, happy to know you find her attractive, like she does you.

“Hey,” Jill starts, a whisper. “Let’s go over to my place, if that’s okay with you? No chance of…disruptions.”

You nod, letting her guide you to the front door, stopping to grab her belongings. The two of you cross the short distance from your door to her’s, and Jill locks the door once you’re inside.

We’re here, in her house to…This is really happening.

You glance over what you can see so far, a living room and kitchen, same layout as your own, but a lot more scarce in terms of personalization.

Jill watches you take everything in, the feeling of self-consciousness blooming.

She begins to fidget with her hands. You look over at her, taking in her change in demeanor and walk over to her, touching her arm. “Hey, I think it’s lovely,” you say with a smile that melts away any doubt in Jill.

She chuckles, rubbing her own arm, “Would’ve done some decorating if I’d known you’d be coming over. Buy some flowers, light some candles…” Jill trails off, feeling a bit awkward. She’s never done something like this before. She’d had sex before, one night stands here and there, but hardly had time for a relationship with her work.

This would be the first in a long time if this became more than an act of revenge against an unfaithful lover.

You could sense it as well, mixing in with your own doubts. Jill takes a deep breath and takes your hands in hers.

She says your name, “Why don’t we start off slow, okay? See where it goes?” She suggests, leading you to the couch. “Yeah,” you say while nodding, settling down while she walks back towards the kitchen, the soft sounds of her rummaging through her cabinets meeting your ears before Jill’s back with two wine glasses and a bottle.

She sets the items down on the coffee table before grabbing the bottle and pouring equal amounts into each glass, before handing one to you. You thank her and take a sip, the dry taste of merlot washing over your taste buds.

Jill’s free hand clasps your own, her thumb rubbing reassuringly over your knuckles. Once more, the sourness of betrayal bubbles up in the back of your throat, and you try to subdue the taste with a mouthful of wine.

Setting the glass down, you relax into the couch, latching onto Jill’s arm while your head settles on her shoulder. Her warmth seeps into you while you take in the smell of her, fresh laundry mixed with a hint of some fruit you can’t quite identify.

Following your lead, Jill relaxes alongside you, her head coming to rest upon yours. Tendrils of her blonde hair dangle in your eyesight, and the smell of eucalyptus mixes with the other scents.

You inhale, breathing her in. Jill’s head turns and she leaves a kiss upon your hair. Her lips remain against your head, strands of your own hair sticking to her face, her lips. Jill’s arm reaches over your body, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.

She hasn’t felt the touch of someone else in a long time.

Jill savors this, this closeness. Its significance is all that more unique since it’s you in her presence, in her embrace, finally being here in her own place. A sigh leaves her and she grips you tighter.

You, on the other hand, are alight. From the moment her fingers grip your side, her nails slightly digging in as she pulls you close, all at once arousal shoots through your body. The feeling careening through your blood and tingling your skin.

God, you haven’t been touched like that in…Months.

The realization brings forth a flood of emotions, tears edging along your lashes. A choked noise leaves you before you can suppress it and Jill jerks back, her hand cupping the side of your face to turn it towards her, eyes widening with apprehension.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something that made you uncomfortable? You can tell—“

“No!”

The word choked out of your mouth as you pulled her back to you.

“Please, don’t stop touching me,” you beg.

Her face softens, “Oh, it’s been so long, hasn’t it?” The question leaves Jill, now comprehending your reaction to her touch.

You nod. Jill brings her hands up, holding your face.

“Yeah. Me, too,” she whispered.

You meet in the middle, lips melding together.

Noises created simultaneously at the unity long in creation, neither one of your grasps on the other faltering.

Desperation fills the two of you, pulling and tugging at each other’s clothes, the yearning to be as close as possible overwhelming both of your senses. You find yourselves laying across the couch, Jill’s heat engulfing you.

“Fuck,” Jill grits out between a reprieve for breath, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long. Wish I could come home to you everyday.” Her rambling is like honey to your heart, sweetness pouring in to make it full once again.

“I need you, please, Jill,” you whine, guiding her hand underneath your clothing, her hand cupping your pussy through underwear, the crotch coated with wetness.

“God damn,” Jill moans out, feeling your clit jump at her touch, rock hard.

Your hips lift to meet her touch, seeking more of that divine feeling. You feel her own hardness pressing against your inner thigh, her hips rocking against your plush skin.

“I gotta, fuck, need to,” she rambles once more, hastily undressing you from the waist down, exposing your cunt to her.

Jill bites her lip, hands holding your legs at the back of your knees, pushing your legs apart to have a good look.

You hide your face, biting your lip and she gazes upon your sex, only the second person to do so.

One hand travels down, and Jill takes her thumb and pulls at one side of your lips, opening your hole up and seeing how wet you’ve become by so little.

“Can I taste you?” Jill asks, nearly begs, her voice higher pitch, akin to a whine.

You nod, a yes leaves your lips and not a second more is Jill’s mouth latched onto you, tongue dragging up your folds and sucking your clit into her mouth.

The feeling claws through you and a cry claws its way out as your back arches, and Jill pushes your knees up against your chest, angling your pussy to her desire.

Your fingers interlock with her silken strands, pulling as her mouth works along you, her moans of pleasure at just merely tasting you sending jolts along your spine.

‘Oh God, she’s so fucking good at this’ is the last coherent thought in your mind before two of her fingers slide in and immediately hit the most sublime spot.

Your brain, full of static now as she crooks her fingers and bobs her head, your eyes rolling back.

Jill milks your cunt, squirting onto her face as she encourages you, “Fuck yeah, baby.” “Keep going.” “So good for me.” “Let it all out.”

Your thighs twitch, a sign you’re close. Like a mantra, you’re begging her to “Keep going please I’m so close oh God I’m about to cum!”

She pulls away with a pop, her fingers leaving simultaneously with her mouth. You’re about to scream before she interrupts, “No, not yet. I want you to cum around my cock.”

Oh Lord. You snap your head up as she rips her shirt and bra off, unzips her pants. Pushing her panties down, her dick springs free.

You whimper at the sight, your hips having a mind of their own as they lift off the cushion towards her.

Jill groans at the image of your body, yearning for her’s. She grabs your thighs, pulling you down towards her once more.

She guides her cock to your entrance, dragging it through the mess you’ve made, prodding at your throbbing clit.

You’re sobbing at the point, nails biting into her upper arms as you beg her to slide inside you, but she seems to be having a lot of fun teasing you. Where did that earlier desperation go?

You know what’ll bring it back.

“Jill, please,” you cry, “Make me yours.”

A choked noise comes from her throat, body going rigid at your words.

“Oh fuck, you’re mine. Say it,” Jill growls out, her tip beginning to press into you.

“Yours, all yours, Jill!”

She slides all the way to the hilt, her hips flush against your ass, the two of you exclaiming at the feeling of one other.

You bask in the glory of being one, savoring the way her cock throbs inside you, and Jill at the way you clench against her.

You move as one, her pulling back and thrusting in, moans punched out of you both.

Skin smacking against each other echoes throughout Jill’s apartment. You pull her closer, lips colliding and teeth clacking together, messy and fervent, tongues tangled.

Jill’s hand reaches between, fingers seeking out and grabbing hold of your clit, rubbing in time with her plunging into your pussy.

The familiar twitching is back, and you beg her to keep going, to please let me cum this time I need it so bad please give it to me!

“Cum for me baby, look at me when you fall apart.”

And you do.

Your orgasm pulsates throughout your body, wave after wave of rapture sings through your veins as you hold her gaze and yell her name, legs trembling in her grip.

Your falling apart is her undoing, her movements faltering as her climax cascades over her senses. She chokes out your name, her eyes never leaving yours as her cum fills you, leaking out around your connection.

You pull her down on top of you, holding on to her tightly. She holds you back just as much, forehead against yours.

You ease back to earth together, gulping in as much air as possible. Jill kisses your cheek, your nose, your lips. You sigh and begin to grin, looking up at her.

Jill’s heart skips a beat.

Your cheeks are stained with the blood that flooded them, hair in disarray, sweat making your skin look dewy and shine under the light of the lamp.

God, you’re lovely.

Your eyes flutter, lips part. Oh, that was said aloud.

“Uh, sorry I meant to say that to myself, didn’t mean to—“

You sit up and pull Jill into a kiss, one full of passion and maybe something more, a promise.

Jill sits up and slips out of you, thankful she has leather seats as she sees the mess left behind from your lovemaking.

Lovemaking. It echoes through Jill’s mind.

She helps you up and guides you to the bathroom, sitting you on the edge of the tub and grabbing a cloth to wash the two of you off.

Once cleaned off, she picks you up and lays you down with her against silken sheets, the blue of them contrasting with her eyes.

Limbs tangled, the two of you lay on your sides facing another, taking in each other once more.

Jill cups your cheek, asking, “Was that good revenge sex?”

You laugh and nod, “Absolutely wonderful,” you say, turning to kiss her palm.

Jill pauses for a moment, searching your eyes as she says your name.

“Can it be more than that?”

Your eyes widen, surprised by her question.

“I…want it to be. I really do,” you whisper, your own hand reaching out to her, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Then let it. This doesn’t have to be a one time thing. We can go slow, whatever you need. You deserve someone who cares, who wants you, who desires you.” Her words leave her mouth with confidence, her face reflecting the same emotion,

Your heart aches at her words. You don’t know when things went wrong with your spouse, but this here, with Jill, feels so right.

“Stay with me,” Jill says.

You nod, “‘m not leaving,” you reply, burying your face into her neck.

Jill smiles, kissing your head.

“Good.”

#this was 12 pages in my docs that's crazy #hope ya'll missed me as much as i missed ya'll #o fics #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine x you #jill valentine x gn!reader #jill valentine smut #trans jill valentine #jill valentine #resident evil #resident evil x reader

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wintershazard · 8 months

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capcom? more like, uh

transcom

#jill valentine #rebecca chambers #leon s. kennedy #ada wong #luis serra navarro #ethan winters #mia winters #resident evil #fiona belli #haunting ground #transgender #capcom #they're all trans because i said so

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residentfurry · 1 month

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here's how jill is a lesbian truthers and jill x carlos shippers can BOTH win.

#resident evil #resident evil 3 #re3 #re3 remake #jill valentine #carlos oliveira #furry #my art #you can take this as any way. butch carlos. trans butch carlos. MULTIGENDER carlos. the possibilities are endless #these guys are undoubtedly butch 4 butch tho. does anyone see my vision #just a fun post ^-^ my precious doodlies

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starsandspicedpeaches · 1 year

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Concept: Everyone in Resident Evil is trans but Chris who is so naive about trans-ness but so incredibly supportive and everytime he learns someone is trans he gets so excited like, "omg ur trans?! so is my sister! and my best friend! and my other best friend, and my former captain and that weird spy i know and that lady-"

#resident evil #chris redfield #ultimate trans ally #claire redfield #jill valentine #leon kennedy #albert wesker #ada wong #dbd #trans headcanons

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iwasateenagenosferatu · 1 month

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POV: You're a trans girl raised on Survival Horror games.

Ashley Meyers - My new Sim and ps2 era final girl. Featuring The Dysphoria Demon, The Chaser and the first level boss, The Gate Keeper

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alkalische · 9 months

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this is literally how transfem and transmasc people dress

#resident evil #death island #transgender agenda #chris redfield #jill valentine #'i cant believe we're both trans and gay'

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fandomlovingtransgirl32 · 2 months

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Jill x Claire from Resident Evil: Death Island. The way that they're looking at each other isn't heterosexual at all.

It's actually pretty gay. Which is fucking awesome. And cute as hell too.

#resident evil #resident evil death island #trans lesbian jill valentine #jill valentine #claire redfield #bisexual claire redfield #jill valentine x claire redfield #screenshots

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everyoneisgayandtrans · 2 months

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#she/they #amab #every character is gay and trans #gay #lgbt #trans #lgbtq #lgbtq+#transgender #queer #jill valentine #transfemme #re5 #re #resident evil #cw guns

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highlifeboat · 2 months

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The only Chris Redfeild I accept is dumbass himbo Trans Ally Chris Redfeild.

#he supports his bro #my art #jill valentine #chris redfield #i hate him but the thought of him being the best trans ally but also being kind of oblivious to it is hilarious #he just knows he's making jill happy and that's all that matters pff

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obsolescent · 7 months

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Kinktober - Day 9

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader

Prompt: Embracing

Author’s Note: Let’s give it up for day 9! Enjoy.

Content Warnings: Trans!Jill, AFAB!Reader, gender neutral language used for reader, P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sex toys, overstimulation.

Kinktober Masterlist

It’s a Monday night, you and Jill are lying on the couch after a long day at work for you. You had interactions with customers that soured your mood, as well as your manager criticizing your work. You had texted with Jill throughout the day about the frustrating exchanges you had to deal with. When you arrived home, Jill had already taken care of dinner, the table set and wine poured.

“Oh, baby, you didn’t have to,” you said when you saw the display, pulling her into an embrace. “Of course I did, you had a shit day at work, least I could do,” she responded with a kiss on your forehead, nose, and a quick peck on the lips. You chuckled at her display of affection, removing your coat and shoes before sitting down and enjoying dinner with her.

After eating, you two cleaned and put the dishes away, tossing on some comfy clothes before settling where you are now, a comfort movie of yours playing on the TV. Jill is lying behind you, both of her arms clasped around your frame, face nuzzled against your neck. Your hands idly caress her arms while you watch the movie, attention honed in.

That is, until you feel her grip shift, sliding down your side as she begins to kiss your neck. You hum, appreciating the attention, eyes beginning to close. They fly back open as you feel Jill’s hand trailing down, brushing over your crotch. You let out a questioning noise, turning your head to look back at her.

She shushes you before you can speak, “You’ve been so stressed lately, hate seeing you like this…Just let me take care of you, help you relax,” Jill mutters, kissing your cheek. “Lay back down,” she says and you obey, lying back on your side. “Good baby,” she pats your side before continuing, pulling your shorts and underwear down. She grabs your thigh and lifts it slightly, allowing her hand to slip between.

She takes her fingers and spreads your lips apart, dragging them up to lightly rub circles on your stiffening clit. Her other hand slips underneath your shirt, dragging it up to expose your chest, rolling one of your nipples between her fingers. You moan, instinctually spreading your legs further from the pleasure.

Jill hums, “Yeah, just like that,” at your movements, sucking a hickey onto your neck. Her hand picks up speed against you, cunt clenching around nothing as you start to drip down your thighs. “Please…need more, need you inside me,” you whimper, arching, feeling her harden against you. Jill sucks in a breath and removes her hands from you. You groan, reaching back for her. She tuts, “Just giving you what you want, baby.”

She pulls you closer to her, pulling her own pants down and exposing her cock, angling and lining herself up with your quivering hole. Squeezing your thigh, she brings it upwards towards your chest, the head of her dick sliding inside. Both moaning, you reach back and tangle your fingers in her hair, pulling her into a fiery kiss.

Jill glides into your pussy, bottoming out. She grinds against your ass, slow circular motions, letting you adjust. “F-fuck, move, please,” you breathe out. With the go ahead from you, she starts thrusting at a steady pace, slaps of skin reverberating through the room. Your head lolls back against the arm of the couch, basking in the pleasure.

An unexpected vibration is felt against you, head snapping up with a surprised cry. Jill had pulled out your wand, stashed God-knows-where before. She laughs at your facial expression, eyebrows furrowed, mouth agape. Her movements never faltered, “Surprised you?” She asked with a grin, using the same circular motion she had with her fingers with the vibrator.

“Y-yes, fuck, uh–Jill–” words starting to become incoherent. She coos at you, “Gettin’ harder to speak, sweet baby?” The pleasure is mind-numbing, only able to nod your head. In one fluid motion, Jill rolls you onto your stomach before pulling you onto your knees. Still thrusting into you from behind, her other arm holding you against her body in a tight embrace.

“Wanna hear all those pretty noises from you, sing to me,” she whispers in your ear, her hand having a firm hold against your neck. The combination of Jill’s cock rubbing against your walls, wand pulsating against your clit, and her sultry words have you seeing stars, your orgasm hitting unexpectedly, body trembling against her’s. She grips you tightly through the spasms, praising you while your cunt milks her, urging her to bliss.

Overstimulation hits, causing you to wail, legs closing against the sensations. Jill knees your legs apart once more, dropping your lower body back to the couch. Grasping your hips she begins a rapid pace, her end soon approaching. One hand clasped on your shoulder, she pulls you back against her, your sounds muffled by the pillow below you.

Faltering, her hips flush with your ass as she finishes, moaning out your name as she spills into you, cock twitching against your contracting walls. You two stay in the position for a bit longer, savoring the connection. Jill’s hands run up and down your body as her cum drips out of you onto the sofa. Finally, she peels her body from yours, helping you maneuver onto your back. Jill takes a moment to watch her essence run out of you, eyes traveling up your form to see that adoring expression on your face, smile bright.

Heart skipping, she leans over to pull you into a soft kiss. “Thank you. I love you,” you murmur against her mouth. Grinning against your lips, “Anytime, baby. Love you so much,” she responds.

#o's kinktober #can you tell i'm kinda running out of steam on these #jill valentine x you #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine x gn!reader #jill valentine smut #resident evil smut #trans jill valentine

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gaywatergoblin · 8 months

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Some pics from this weekend.

#transgender #transfem #mtf trans #selfie #punk music #jill valentine #goth #alt girl #alternative

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chrisitsraining · 1 year

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some of the transgender characters in resident evil

sources: me <3

leon s kennedy

claire redfield

jill valentine

mia winters

ethan winters

january van sant

murphy seeker

pedro fernandez

dion wilson

ingrid hunnigan

finn macauley

daniel fabron

alyssa ashcroft

vector

jim chapman

#dumdum hours #leon s kennedy #claire redfield #jill valentine #ethan winters #mia winters #january van sant #murphy seeker #pedro fernandez #dion wilson #ingrid hunnigan #finn macauley #daniel fabron #alyssa ashcroft #vector #jim chapman #resident evil #trans

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acidh2otoby · 1 year

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Nothing Will Change

Carlos Oliveira x Trans!Reader (ftm)

Possible warnings: Body dysmorphia and fluff? (it gets a little suggestive)

Being trans wasn't exactly easy, especially when your mind was overactive and harsh towards yourself. For the longest time after excepting yourself as trans, you didn't bother dating. You thought that everyone you tried to date would leave as soon as they heard the news.

You didn't always straight up tell people you were friends with that you were trans, mainly after enough T-shots that no one would notice. It's not that you were ashamed but you thought it wasn't really any of their business, and to spare the "I have a trans friend" excuse that's complete bullshit.

But there was one guy that you've thought about tell for some time now. His name is Carlos Oliveira and, even though he's still a friend, you can't help but feel something towards him.

The two of you met through Jill Valentine, you had been a family friend of the Valentine's since childhood but didn't take the same career choices as Jill. She obviously knew about you being trans and was one of your biggest supporters.

Jill introduced you to Carlos in hopes that you'd come out of your "Aromantic" cave and possibly start dating. Jill and Carlos had one of those late night conversations before the idea came to Jill where Carlos asked if she was a lesbian. This spiraled the talk of them finding both genders attractive in a dating sense.

Right now, you were hanging out at Carlos' place lost in thought. He had gone out to get specific snacks and you decided to stay behind. You were zoned out when a hand touched your shoulder. You jumped and stared at Carlos with wide eyes before relaxing.

"Don't scare me like that!" You whined, placing a hand over your heart.

"Well don't zone out like that." Carlos replied, shrugging before sitting down next to you.

You pouted a little before grabbing the snacks Carlos passed to you. The night continued with talking before things got a little quiet, both of your running out of things to talk about at the moment.

"Now's my chance..." You thought as you fiddled with a ring you were wearing.

"Uh, Carlos, can I tell you something?" You asked, turning your attention back to the man sitting next to you.

"Uh oh, you gonna tell me you run a secret weapons facility?" Carlos joked, chuckling a little.

You smiled before looking away again, causing Carlos to ask if you were okay.

"Y-Yeah, just... It's kinda a personal thing." You said, still avoiding eye contact.

Carlos nodded, "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." Carlos placed his hand on your shoulder and gently patted a couple of times before falling away.

You sighed before turning back to him. "Just gonna tell you in advance that the only other person that knows this is Jill and if you tell anyone else about this, I won't hesitate to... maybe not kill, but hurt you."

Carlos' eyes widened a little before he nodded, letting you continue.

You thought over which one would be easiest to say, you're into him or you're trans.

"You probably already know this because I'm painfully obvious but I have a thing for you." You started, you could feel the blush rise to your cheeks.

"Yeah, and Jill told me. But it also looks like you wanted to tell me something else?" Carlos asked, raising an eyebrow.

You sighed again, your leg started bouncing from anxiety. "Just say it!" Your mind yelled, making you feel anxious. "You'll regret it if you don't!"

"I'm transgender. I was born a female." You muttered but spoke loud enough for Carlos to hear.

There was silence, it was so agonizingly loud that you could hear the clock ticking. It was driving you insane. Why wasn't he saying anything?!

Eventually, Carlos placed his hand on your thigh, causing you to look up at him to see a warm smile on his face.

"Hey, don't sweat it. I honestly didn't know, you just look like a guy to me." Carlos said, his thumb gently rubbing your thigh as he spoke.

You felt the blush on your face grow darker at his words and actions. He seemed to notice this and leaned closer to you.

"And if it makes you feel better, you totally made me question if I was just bi or completely gay." Carlos said, his voice getting a little deeper.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach going insane and your thoughts telling you a million things. The main thought that you actually wanted to do was to kiss him right then and there. You had just confessed and now he basically did too.

Your time seemed to run out as Carlos closed the very small gap between you two, meeting your lips with his. You didn't hesitate in kissing him back as your eyes fell shut. A small hum escaped your throat as your hands cupped his face.

Carlos' hand moved from your thigh to your lower back as he scooted closer to you, his other hand rested on your hip. You both pulled away slightly to catch your breath, Carlos rested his head against yours and relaxed a little. Your hands went into his hair and you began to play with it.

He opened his eyes and slowly pulled away as he began to lay you down on the couch, placing soft kisses on your neck. You whimpered at his actions and let him move you until your back was fully pressed against the couch.

Carlos began to slowly lift up your shirt until you pushed his hands down. He looked up at you with confusion and worry as he moved his hands away from the bottom of your shirt.

"What's wrong?" Carlos asked, cupping your face with one hand.

You sighed at the feeling but quickly answered. "I'm not ready for anything intimate yet. I haven't had any surgeries yet and I have a hard time enjoying pleasure when I have more than one thing that's wrong with me." You whimpered, leaning into his hand.

Carlos nodded, completely understanding what you were saying. "I understand, but please don't use 'wrong' to describe yourself. You are not wrong. You just need time." Carlos placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You nodded, letting Carlos know you would remember what he said. "So, a-are we...? um..." You hesitantly asked, not sure how fast Carlos wanted to go.

"I'll follow at your pace, I don't want to accidentally push you too far." Carlos said, his thumb stroking your cheek.

You sighed in relaxation from both what Carlos said and his action. "Okay. Then I'd like to start calling you my boyfriend, if that's okay."

"That's more than okay." Carlos replied as a smile grew on his face.

You smiled back and kissed him again, both of you smiling into the kiss. When Carlos pulled away, he stood and picked you up quickly, causing you to gasp and giggle.

"The couch isn't big enough for both of us to cuddle, but the bed is." Carlos said over your giggles.

The rest of the night just ended up being a big cuddle session that caused the two of you to fall asleep. Neither of you worked the next day and decided to spend the day mostly in bed, only getting up to use the bathroom or to eat and drink.

#this is probably bad but i tryin #gay #carlos oliveira #trans reader #jill valentine

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