#adawong

[dismaidenart]

Ada Wong but it's Ubel instead!

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End x Resident Evil crossover

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[desariart]

Ada Wong from Resident Evil

[klss23]

Wait, is Ada kissing Leon, or is Leon kissing Ada? Now I'm confused, hehe. 😘

[nonnatao]

[burgundybilletdoux]

Who is it, Leon? Purr…

Credits to tanya.gavva (@hernameismirabella) on TikTok. https://www.tiktok.com/@hernameismirabella?_r=1&_t=ZS-92vjtWoON0C

[offthecurb77]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!!! 🥳🥳

[12mischa]

dont look away - magnetic fields

ada wong & fem reader

requested by @formiito

synopsis - You’d swallow yourself in Ada’s arms—begetting the lurid scene, erotic in the dark of her apartment. Barely through the night could you imagine— humming against the jet-black, pressing yourself further into her lap— you couldn't imagine it any other way.

word count - 731

a/n - many creative liberties were taken i apologize i tried my best 😭😭 im not good at making songfics (is that what they’re called? idk) dont know what you wanted so i made it kinda smutty but didnt like actually make them frick lol

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You’d swallow yourself in Ada’s arms—begetting the lurid scene, erotic in the dark of her apartment. Barely through the night could you imagine— humming against the jet-black, pressing yourself further into her lap— you couldn't imagine it any other way.

Still, she beckons.

A manicured hand falls against your cheek. It is as gentle as she allows it to be; and, for this night, she has decided to be gentle.

“Dont look away.”

Ada talks and it is so sweet when you listen to the low notes.

You don’t blink when you kiss her. Soft when you meet the plush of her lips—parading as something pliable.

Ada is anything but. She is yours— you are hers, yet she is anything but. Something tangible though so far from your distanced fingertips.

You don’t blink when her hands delve lower and hook around the waistband of your pants. You don’t blink when she bites onto your neck and draws a thin line of blood from the indent of her canines.

She is beautiful— never more than now. When she is in control, a fetish for glass lips and reopened scars.

You trail a hand to her chest. There are scars— she’s never told you of them and you’d never ask—but you always found them beautiful. She winces over a keloid. Raised skin, reddened flesh.

Her fingers go to your jaw— a warning. Still, you prod along her collarbone, thin and gaunt—working your hand over the bones. Ada tightens around you and takes herself upon you by your lips till you can’t breathe.

Your peripherals are darkened when she finally lets you pull for breath— dizzying and fading fast into her arms.

“Good girl.”

She croons—pleased with how she has regained the situation. Her fingers are moving to your lips and they part the wet flesh beneath them.

Well trained as you are—you fixate her fingers, tonguing the manicured digits. Your lips are agape as she presses into the back of your mouth near your molars and you gag— but still—

“Dont look away.”

You don’t. You stare down at her from atop her lap and ride her thigh softly when her fingers lightly rub your gums. She doesn’t either—her gaze melting you into putty.

You ask with your eyes, because you think she might be mean enough to say yes.

You make a picture of it, sprawled over her lap and begging and crooning into the small space on her shoulder. You whisper into her ear— staring so intently you feel her stiffen beneath you.

“Im not going to do that.”

Ada says evenly—gagging you on her digits.

You drop the façade. Sometimes her contempt is an earned delicacy. This is not one of those times. More and more you await this rotten affair to spoil—and sometimes you look at Ada’s face with a little jolt and think the time has come.

Surely now—you suck on her fingers and attempt around the intrusion.

“Why not?”

“How spoiled you are,” Ada says, more sweet words turning fetid. “The world will not always bend to your desires. Neither will I.”

You whimper with your eyes shut and she jerks your chin hard enough for them to open— whispering into your ear.

“Dont look away.”

You don’t— while she undresses in front of you and you are abandoned from touch.

You don’t— when her lacey bra reaches the floor and she rubs herself on you— faintly erotic when she breathily moans.

You don’t, not when she fingers herself with you above her while your hands are practically tied behind your back— you want to kiss her, touch her, but she has denied you that gentleness that she had earlier provided

“Dont look away.”

You don’t, because she comes over herself on you and then finally shoves her fingers back into your mouth and makes you taste herself on them.

“So good for me, hm?”

You whimper—so good for her, you did so good. She tastes so good and you gag around her and it’s all you’ve ever wanted, to be beneath her. You reach a hand to touch her breast and she pulls it away to wrap it behind your back.

“No touching, dear. Let me help you.”

She kisses you again around your neck and leaves hickies.

You don’t look away.

[yumykon]