Sep 10, 2025
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Rudoooo
Some More Doodles from my Favourite Fanfic Outta the Well, into the Looking-Glass by the amazing Author 22Toma_Haito22 on Ao3 !!! This is based on Chapter 51 "Bare"
I'm cooking a lil mini comic up for this chapter rn so be aware xd
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anyone up for gachiakuta law au
Zanka with a big breasted reader that almost always wears cleavage showing stuff pls💔 nsfw and fluff if you could
You’re ruining him . ʚ♡⃛ɞ
His surprisingly tidy room was quiet except for the low hum of the old fan spinning overhead. Zanka stepped inside after another long shift, setting lovely assistaff near the door, shoulders tense, and immediately stopped when he saw you.
You were reclining on the battered couch, tank top pulled low and loose, your heavy breasts barely contained —and on full display like always. The deep cleavage drew his eyes before he could stop himself.
He clicked his tongue, looking away sharply. “…Tch. ya really gotta wear shit like that..?”
His voice carried that lazy Southern lilt, but it was rougher than usual, trying to sound unbothered. You noticed the faint pinkish flush creeping up his neck anyway.
You stretched lazily, only exposing yourself more to his dark gaze. Zanka exhaled through his nose, jaw tight. He crossed the room in a few strides but stopped a couple feet away, arms crossed over his chest like a shield. His gaze kept flicking back down despite himself.
“Comfortable?” he spat out flatly, though his ears were turning red. “Yer showin’ half yer damn chest . Ain’t exactly subtle.” He tried to look anywhere else—at the wall, the floor, the fan—but his eyes betrayed him, lingering on the soft swell of your breasts and the way they rose and fell with your breathing.
You sat up a little, leaning forward so your cleavage became even more pronounced. “You don’t like it?”
Zanka’s jaw clenched. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly fighting the heat rising in his face. “Didn’t say that,” he muttered. His accent thickened just a bit when he was rattled. “..it’s distractin’. Makes it hard t’ think straight when ya got them out like ya own the place.”
The blunt words slipped out before he could filter them. He looked almost annoyed at himself for saying it aloud.
You beckoned him closer with a finger. He hesitated, then stepped in anyway, dropping down onto the couch beside you with a heavy sigh. The moment he was seated, you shifted so one heavy breast pressed warmly against his arm.
He stiffened immediately. his face turning impossibly pink
His hand twitched like he wanted to push you away, but instead it slowly rose, hovering uncertainly before settling on the side of your breast. His palm was rough and warm, fingers spreading instinctively to feel the weight and softness.
“..heavier than they look,” he said under his breath, voice low and rough. The flush on his cheeks darkened as he gave a tentative squeeze, thumb brushing over the exposed skin. “…Always pushin’ ‘em up like this. Yer doin’ it on purpose.”
You could feel how fast his heart was beating. Zanka tried to keep his expression neutral, but the way his breath hitched when you moved against his hand gave him away.
He leaned in despite himself, forehead nearly resting against your cleavage as he muttered, “…Tch. Look at ya. Gettin’ me all worked up over some damn cleavage.”
His mouth hovered close, hot breath fanning across your skin. Then he gave in—just a little—pressing a firm, almost reluctant kiss to the top swell of your breast, followed by another, slower one. His tongue flicked out briefly, tasting you, before he pulled back with a quiet curse.
“…Yer trouble,” he grumbled, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he pushed the thin fabric of your tank top further aside, exposing more of your chest so he could bury his face between your breasts with a low, frustrated sound.
He nuzzled there, rough and needy, the cool mask cracking as he inhaled your scent. One hand kneaded your left breast while his mouth worked the other—kissing, licking, and occasionally sucking a faint mark into the soft flesh, all while trying and failing to hide how affected he was by your body.
When he finally tugged his pants open after fumbling with the button for 30 seconds and pulled you onto his lap, he was hard and throbbing. He guided himself inside you with a sharp inhale, grip tight on your hips.
“…Fuck,” he breathed, accent thick and strained. “So fucken’ soft… squeezin’ me like that.”
He kept his face turned into your chest as he thrust up into you—deep, controlled strokes that made your breasts bounce heavily against his cheeks. Every time they smacked lightly against his face he’d let out a quiet, embarrassed grunt, cheeks burning.
“…Quit movin’ ‘em so much,” he muttered, even as his hips snapped harder. He was clearly flustered, trying to stay composed but losing the battle with every roll of your body.
You rode him steadily, holding his head against your cleavage. Zanka’s hands roamed your back and sides, occasionally coming back up to squeeze and support your breasts as he chased his release.
He came with a low, muffled groan buried between your tits, body tensing beneath you. Afterward, he stayed right there, face nestled in your cleavage, breathing hard and trying to regain his cool.
“…Yer gonna be the death of me one day,” he said quietly, voice rough and a little hoarse. The Southern drawl lingered as he added, “But I ain’t complainin’.”
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feat. rudo surebec, enjin, zanka nijiku & follo tunito x gender neutral reader contains. some (?) tension in zanka’s part but nothing too serious, sfw〳fluff note. i’m so late but happy gachiakuta official release date!! yay! prepare to be tired of me. foreals [ please reblog if you enjoyed it helps me so much + masterlist ]
RUDO SUREBEC.
“boop.”
”…huh?”
rudo blinks, slow and confused. his eyes narrow a little, not in anger, just trying to figure out exactly what you’re doing.
“what was that?” he asks, flat and blunt. there’s no heat in his voice, just suspicion. like you tapped the nose of a wild animal and now it’s trying to figure out whether to bite or bolt.
you smile at him, resting your head on your folded arms from your spot behind the couch where he’s sitting. “booped your nose,” you say, tapping your own for emphasis. “it’s just a little thing. people do it to be cute.”
rudo stares at you, eyes scanning yours like he’s looking for a catch. you can practically see the gears turning—trying to figure out what kind of reaction you’re expecting, and whether this is serious or some kind of test
“don’t do that.”
he says it so stiffly the words taste strange on his tongue. like he’s not sure if he means it, or if it’s just what he thinks he’s supposed to say.
then he turns away. his shoulders tense, like he’s bracing for something. maybe embarrassment. maybe something he can’t quite put his finger on.
but later, after you’ve gone, rudo’s gloved hand rises and brushes the tip of his nose. just once. like he’s checking if it really happened.
or maybe wondering why it stuck with him at all.
ENJIN.
“boop.”
“ah ah ah.”
before your finger even lands, enjin leans back with a lazy grin, eyes half-lidded like he saw this coming three years ago.
“thought you were slick, huh?” enjin says, catching your wrist midair. he’s not rough, just casually fast, like it’s nothing. like he’s swatted away a thousand boops in his lifetime.
but instead of letting go, enjin shifts your hand toward his face… and gently bites your fingertip.
not hard, just a playful little chomp. just enough to make you yelp in surprise.
“hey!” you pull your hand back with a laugh. enjin tilts his head, that familiar glint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
“janitor’s gotta defend himself somehow,” enjin says, giving his umbrella a casual spin beside him. “never know who’s gonna sneak up trying to mess with the goods.”
“mess with the goods?” you echo, still grinning. “i was trying to be nice.”
“sure you were.” enjin steps closer, and before you can react, he reaches out and gently pinches your nose between his fingers. he wiggles it once, looking far too pleased with himself.
“there. now we’re even.”
you gape at him, betrayed. “you can’t just counter-boop.”
“fated one privilege,” enjin says smoothly. he releases your nose and pats your head like you just lost a game you didn’t know you were playing.
ZANKA NIJIKU.
“boop!”
“…what in the hells do ya think yur doing?”
zanka’s voice comes out sharp, but his face is another story—eyes wide, mouth slightly parted like you just hit him with a spell he didn’t see coming.
to be fair, you did just boop his nose.
and to be even fairer, you only got the chance because you somehow managed to pin him during training. he’s flat on his back, a little out of breath, arms caught under your knees, and you’re grinning down at him like a cat that finally got the cream.
“i booped you!” you say innocently. “you looked too serious.”
zanka stares at you, caught somewhere between disbelief and existential horror. “we’re sparring.”
“we were. then i won. now i’m celebrating.”
“that ain’t—” he cuts himself off, teeth grinding. “that ain’t how this works.”
you just lean in closer, clearly not sorry. “you gonna stop me?”
zanka’s ears turn a very specific shade of red. he looks away, grumbling something under his breath about “lunatics” and “lack of discipline,” but he doesn’t move. not yet.
and when you finally get off him and help him up, he swats your hand away like he’s annoyed, even though his fingers linger for half a second too long.
“idiot,” he mutters.
then, as you’re walking off, you hear him sniff.
once. then twice.
and when you glance back, zanka’s wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
like he’s trying to erase your nonsense.
but knowing him? he’s probably just making sure it doesn’t happen again. probably.
FOLLO TUNITO.
you swoop in, catching follo off guard as he rounds the corner.
your finger connects with the tip of his nose in a swift, playful tap.
“boop,” you say, barely containing a grin.
follo’s eyes widen in surprise, and he stumbles backward, laughing. “hey—“ he protests, his hand flying up to shield his nose, a fraction of a second too late.
he recovers quickly, a sly glint in his eye. “oh yeah?” he says, his voice rising in a playful challenge.
before you can react, he darts forward, trying to retaliate with a nose tap of his own. you dodge out of the way just in time, avoiding his outstretched finger by mere inches.
“nope!” you yelp, spinning around the corner as follo gives chase.
he's laughing, his footsteps light as he bounds after you. “get back here!” he calls out, his voice full of humor. “you started this, you can’t just boop and run”
despite the playfulness, there’s a hint of true excitement in follo's voice, a sense of freedom he doesn’t often get to indulge. for one fleeting moment, his worries seem to fade away, replaced by the sheer joy of the chase.
something something you accidentally call Enjin ‘daddy’ in front of some of the Cleaners. Like, you’re out at a restaurant and it’s something simple like “oh shit I don’t have the salt… hey daddy, can you pass it over?”
And Enjin FULLY doesn’t even stop talking. He just hands it over without even making eye contact, still absorbed in a conversation with Gris. Who, BY THE WAY, is fully checked out and looking at you like you have three heads.
You clock Semiu’s reaction as you take the salt from Enjin’s hand, catching her staring out of the corner of your eye.
“What? I asked for the salt.”
“Girl, no you didn’t.”
“Yeah I asked Enjin to pass it?”
“Oh, you mean daddy?”
And that gets your attention doesn’t it? Fully dropping the salt shaker onto your food, Gris laughing as you drop your head into your hands and attempt to slip under the table. Enjin finally catches on to the laughter, Tamsy even nudging his shoulder.
“The fuck all you laughing about?”
“Dunno, daddy. Ask your princess,” Semiu teases. “She’s the one about to melt into the floor.”
Enjin catches your arm before you go fully under the table and yanks you back up. There’s been enough time at the restaurant where more than one round of drinks has been had, so he just smiles as he adjusts you again his side.
“Awww, be nice to daddy’s favorite. She’s sensitive!”
Among another round of laugher, you slowly will yourself to turn invisible…even if you snuggle closer into side. It’s nice to be a favorite, after all.
A/n- fully buying into thought that Semiu had to suppress throwing up after referring to Enjin as daddy. Also… I don’t have a great relationship with my dad! How did you guess???
Idea by Siryiusssss on twt !!
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• female!user , suggestive , suggestive jokes , might be ooc, swearing , reader is highkey a menace , Zanka is obviously AGED UP!!
╰┈➤ featuring :: Zanka , Jabber , Enjin , Tamsy , August , Follo , Bro Santa , Corvus , Zodyl .
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