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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✮ : Enjin, Gris, Tamsy, Jabber, Follo

note: you’re injured and you didn’t tell them! first smau set in dark mode (:

warnings: cursing, suggestive, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

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’.”

TEXTS ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝑮𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂 characters reactions to you texting them freaky style while you guys are away from each other.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read....

• 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 .

zanka ⊹ ࣪ ˖

I think Guita wouldve found Rudos wolf form so cool !! NEEDED TO DRAW THEM!!!