Corner Of Odditeas

Note: Fandoms are ordered by the ones I'm the most active in, characters are in alphabetical order, and fics are oldest to newest!

Zenless Zone Zero

Harumasa

You Are (Not) Under Arrest Sneak a Quick Kiss They Bite Because They Like You At Least for the Night - READ WARNINGS Failed Investigations A Little Comfort Custody Battle A Night In Purrs Heal Everything Plushies

Hugo Vlad

Got You in My Sights

Jane Doe

Between Gigs You're Like Art <3 Blep Taking Care of Her Between Gigs - SMUT

Komano Manato

Shedding Season Protective Secret's Out - Male Reader It's That Bad - Fem Reader Plushies He's Bald! And Bullying People Who Have Hair! Insecure - Male Reader Reptile Thirens

Nekomiya Mana

Blep

Lighter

Hell of a View Insomnia Just Give Me a Sign Surprise Visit It's That Bad - Fem Reader Plushies He's Bald! And Bullying People Who Have Hair! Reptile Thirens You're Like Art <3 Got You in My Sights

Seth

They Bite Because They Like You A Day in the PubSec Office Reptile Thirens

Von Lycaon

It's That Bad - Fem Reader Insecure - Male Reader You're Like Art <3 Got You in My Sights

Wise

It's That Bad - Fem Reader

Genshin Impact

Alhaitham

A Breath of Fresh Air

Diluc

Dance Practice

Wriothesley

Stiff Joints Just Fix It You're Back

Honkai Star Rail

Discontinued, as I no longer play.

Boothill

"Way too long…" She shifts her hips and let out a small whine when you grabbed her hips to make her not move.

You stand up, dragging her with you. "C'mon. You're better than to just be on the couch after so long."

She lets out a pleased laugh, following you into the bedroom. She lays down, biting her lip and running her hands over her sides. "You want me?"

You crawl over her, kissing her lips and down her jaw. "I want you to feel good. Which means you shouldn't have to put in a drop of effort."

Jane lets out a surprised, playful gasp. "You're gonna take care of me?"

"You know I am, baby." Your hands move under the hem of her shirt. "Let's get you comfortable, yeah?"

Jane helps you get her shift off, relaxing against the bed. "S'been a while since you've seen this, hm?"

"Too long." Your voice drops as you kiss down her neck, leaving gentle nips just to hear the way she gasped from surprise. "I've missed this so fucking much," you breath out as your tongue flicks against her nipple, the sensitive flesh perking up under your touch.

"Don't tease me~"

You hum, taking her nipple in your mouth, your hand massaging her other breast, taking the weight off of her chest. "You know it feels so much better after I tease you. I know it'll take a while but won't it just feel so good…"

Jane wasn't able to keep up the teasing exterior anymore, gasping and fully submitting underneath you. "Yeah… it'll feel good…."

You continued to massage and suck at her chest, making sure to take your time just to work her up. "I've missed you so much. I'd fucking dream of you every single night you weren't here in my bed. Wake up and feel so lonely without you here."

"Fuck…" Jane whimpers. "Missed you too… I just want to savor this moment as much as possible so I have something to remember you by…"

You kiss down her stomach, your hands tugging at her sweatpants. "You're talking in too many compete sentences. I'm not doing good enough."

Jane laughs, lifting her hips so you can get off the rest of her clothes off, leaving her bare beneath you. "And how do you plan on fixing that?"

You slide a pillow under her hips, propping them up. "Tell me about the mission. In as much detail as possible." You hum between her legs, kissing her inner thighs instead of where she really wanted it.

"Well, this most recent one was a simple infiltration. I got in and needed to find the hideout… I- oh~"

You placed a loving kiss right on her clit, finally putting your mouth where she wanted it. Your fingers move to spread her lips, your tongue slowly tracing towards her entrance. Jane's thighs squeezed around your head lightly, so sensitive since she hasn't felt this in so long.

"I- fuck- I did the simple initiation and-" Jane let out a desperate cry and shifted her hips. "Please don't make me do this right now. Please? I just… I need you. Please just give me what I want." She pleads, her hand finding it's way into your hair. Her nails dug lightly into your scalp.

"Of course, my love." You let your tongue dip into her entrance, coaxing out the tangy flavor you loved so much. Jane tossed her head back, already letting out a beautiful sound. Her fingers tightened in your hair, trying to pull you closer. Instead, you pulled back. "So needy…"

"You said you wouldn't tease me!" She gasps at the loss of the feeling.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry." You hum, letting your drool fall in between her folds, letting your fingers push it around to lube her up some more. "I'll take care of you." Two fingers push into her entrance and she immediately tries to move her hips, wanting more.

"Yes~ Please~" She whimpers, not scared of being vocal. She wanted the neighbors to hear.

You move your fingers slowly, massaging her spongy wall, crooking to rub against that exact spot you know she loved so much. Your tongue found her clit again, coaxing it past your lips to gently suck on it.

"Oh yeah… right there…" She lets out another melodic moan, rocking her hips in time with your fingers. She was always so reactive and vocal. You feel the way her pussy tenses around your fingers, trying to draw them deeper. You feel the way her thighs squeeze around your head, holding you in place so you couldn't take a breath even if you wanted to. You feel the way her fingers tighten in your hair, more so grounding herself to reality than anything else.

Your free hand slides up to find hers, interlacing fingers sweetly. Your thumb rubbed circles against hers in the same rhythm your fingers inside of her moved. You were making out with her clit like it was the most delicious thing you had ever tasted.

Her whines and moans were getting higher pitched, closer together. She let out a squeak like she couldn't breathe. Until, she held per breath, her thighs tightened enough to where it would probably crush your head. Her hand holding yours trembled and her cunt squeezed your fingers so tight they could barely move. You guided her through her orgasm, not changing a thing until you heart that telltale deep gasp for air.

"There you go." You place one last gentle kiss against her puffy clit. "Do you want more?"

"N-No…" She whimpers and you pull away immediately. "Sensitive…"

"Ah… I gotcha, my love. C'mere." You lay next to her, pulling her against you and drawing a blanket around the both of you. "Just one tonight?"

"Yeah… Just one tonight." She sighs, satisfied. "We'll marathon tomorrow."

"Deal…"

You chuckle and flip through the pages. "He makes up for me doing less than what I'm supposed to."

You both laugh together before falling back into that comfortable silence again.

The current case you were working on was… confusing to say the least. Qingyi's notes were borderline unreadable. You needed to focus on deciphering the words to try to make sense of the report.

You were so focused you didn't realize Jane was staring. She reached out and poked your nose. You look up, shocked. "Yeah?"

"You were sticking your tongue out."

You blush, a bit embarrassed. "Yeah?"

"S'cute. Nice distraction from the paperwork."

More silence followed, more focus on the paperwork. You didn't notice the sound of a chair scraping until you felt lips against yours, your tongue finding it's way back into your mouth.

"Jane-"

"C'mon. Lunch break. I need to kiss that cute face."

Nekomiya

Nekomiya often took any opportunity to pickpocket you. She always give your stuff back of course, but she always liked seeing your confusion as you patted your pockets, looking for your phone or wallet. Right now you were laying on the couch, just playing a game on your phone waiting for the time to pass. Otherwise known, as the perfect opportunity.

Nekomiya stalks silently closer to the couch, watching you closely. You were focused, too focused, so focused that your guard was entirely let down. Nekomiya stops, her eyes wide.

You swear you hear something, so you glance and see Nekomiya crouched next to the couch. "…'Miya?"

"Do it again."

"…Do what again?"

"The thing you were doing."

"What was I doing?"

Nekomiya scoots closer, poking your cheek. "You were being cute. You were sticking your tongue out. Do it again."

You laugh, but decide to humor her. You stick your tongue out a bit and watch her reaction. Her eyes light up and she sticks her tongue out right back at you.

You can't help but laugh, sticking your tongue out more, Nekomiya mimicking you again. You laugh before turning your attention back to your phone… well… your now empty hands.

"'Miya! Give me my phone back!"

She laughs, running away. "Come get it!"

"Of course." He sighs, leaning against the counter, flipping the denny in his hand.

You glance at the clock and laugh softly, "It's late, even for you. Is everything alright?"

"Meeting ran long, you know how it is." He gave a noncommittal answer as always.

"You know, one day I'm going to figure out what exactly it is you're doing late at night." You tease, and Hugo just smiles back.

"Well, good luck with that." He pays for his coffee and leaves the shop, disappearing into the night.

You look down at your watch and realize your shift is over, now it's time to get on your second job.

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You hope this information is good. The leader of Mockingbird is supposedly at this auction. You place your glass of wine down, scouting out the other people at this auction. A couple of them you recognized as previous clients. You glide through the crowd, quiet and forgettable. Perfect.

You disappear up a flight of stairs and trough a door where you were told the leader of Mockingbird would be. You pull out your dagger and move quick, not second guessing where your knife would hit. It clashed against what you quickly learned was a scythe.

"…Hugo?" You stumble backwards.

"Well well well… It's my favorite barista. You have been hired to kill me?" He smirks, twirling his scythe.

"Well obviously I won't kill someone who tips so well." You joke, moving to put away your dagger, but he stops you.

"I was promised a fight. Let's fight."

The two of you dance, blades clashing. Hugo was a madman, enjoying this fight. By the end of it, you both were sweaty and out of breath. Both of you sheathed your weapons and he let out a sigh.

"That was exhilarating… Let's get out of here?" Hugo offers.

"You're psychotic…" You scoff. "It's… kinda hot. Yeah, let's go."

Lighter

Lighter throws the denny down against the counter, cheering as it clinked into the glass. "Bartender!" He smiles as you walk over. "Check it out." He gestures to the coin now sitting at the bottom of his cup. "I think that means I get a free drink~"

You laugh, grabbing the glass and refilling it with his favorite beer. You usually hated running this special, as the dennies would usually be thrown at you instead of in the glass, but Lighter was a man who rarely missed. "There you go, hun."

"Thank you." He mumbles sweetly as he drinks his beer. "You don't usually work on Thursdays."

"Yeah, I'm just picking up the regular bartender's shift."

"That's lucky. Since I wasn't going to show up tomorrow, now at least I get to see you this week."

You roll your eyes. "Flirting won't get you a discount, Lighter."

"Can't blame me for trying." He laughs. He pulls out his phone and frowns. He puts down some cash and offers you a small smile. "Gotta rush. Same time Friday of next week?"

"Sure thing, see you soon." You give a sweet wave as he walks away.

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After your shift, you were walking down the street when you saw a familiar sight. An origami flower rested against a windowsill. You sigh and knock on the door, walking in shortly after.

"New job for me, boss?" You ask the man smoking his cigar.

"Sure do, toots." He hands you a file. "No information on the target besides it being the Champion of a biker gang in the Outer Ring. Details about what he'll be wearing and his location are in the folder."

You glance at the file. A location in a hollow, high vantage points for you, and the only information on the target being "the man in the red scarf."

"Consider it done."

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You set down the case with the sniper rifle, sitting on the roof. You had already scoped out the place for etherals or any type of surveillance, and you were in the clear. You prop up the sniper rifle, laying on your stomach, and wait. You wait and wait and wait. You glance down the scope and see a group of hollow raiders, no doubt the people who were paying you to kill this Champion.

The hollow raiders seem to get excited, and you knew your shot was coming up. You focus and find the red scarf. Your finger moves to trigger… and you stop.

Those shades… you've seen them on the bar counter so many times. That jacket… You can't shoot Lighter. No… It was your policy, don't make it personal. You pack up your sniper and get the hell out of there, texting your boss that the job was off as soon as you could. It was the first time you had ever denied a client, so he knew better than to argue.

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You mindlessly wipe the glass, knowing it's been clean for a while. Lighter notices, of course. He puts his beer down and cocks his head. "What's on your mind."

You glance around. He's early so the bar is empty. Might as well say it. "You should really watch vantage points when you meet strangers in a hollow."

He raises an eyebrow, curious. "How did you know-"

"Because I had a sniper rifle pointed right at your heart."

Lighter blinks before scoffing, sipping his beer again. "Shame. Should have pulled the trigger."

Lycaon

"A… maid? You want me to kill a maid?" You blink, looking back up at the client. The man seemed upset that you'd even question him, but he knew better than to argue.

"That's not just a maid. He has personal ties to the mayor. I need that lapdog taken out."

You scan the documents again. "There's no evidence of this in this file. Did he like… not clean your house properly? Cleaned your wife's pipes instead of cleaning the pipes?"

"Quiet." The client growled. "You do the job, you get the money, that's how this works."

You shrug. "Give me one good reason to actually take this job. I'm not going to kill a man just because he didn't clean under a rug."

The client sat stewing. He was frustrated, but he obviously wanted this done. "I'll pay you double."

"Double?" You laugh incredulously. "Alright. It's your money."

"Welcome, Victoria Housekeeping." You give a respectful nod as the cleaning service makes their way into your rich boss's mansion. You were just his personal assistant, so you normally booked the cleaners.

You did research on your target. He is a busy man, so you figured the best way to get to him would be to hire his service. Your boss could always use a quick clean up of his mansion. Way to kill two birds with one stone. You sat at a desk that gave you the perfect view of the four people. You watched closely, waiting for your opportunity.

The shark thiren was lazily dusting. She seemed to be content to just be in one room, away from the others. Perfect. The shy girl didn't stray too far from your target. He seemed to be coaching her on how to clean as she second guessed everything she did. The older woman followed the shy girl around. You had to figure out how to split them apart. You got up and walked into the pantry, pretending to do inventory for the grocery shoppers. You purposefully knocked down a bag of flour, letting out a dramatic gasp.

"Excuse me? Could I get some help in here?" You ask innocently, pleased when the wolf thiren answered your call.

"Worry not, I will take care of it." He says professionally. It's a shame you were going to kill him, he's rather handsome.

"Thank you Mr…?"

"Von Lycaon." He responds in a gentlemanlike tone. He kneels down to start to sweep up of the flower.

You glance up to the top shelf in the pantry, spotting your weapon; heavy cast-iron cookware. One swift movement to knock out a support and the cookware will come tumbling down on poor Mr. Lycaon. At least it would look like an accident.

Lycaon was focused on the mess as you slipped on a glove, fingers unscrewing a bolt. You pulled the bolt out, placing it in the pantry and smiling as the supports cracked.

You didn't expect Lycaon to be so fast. "Watch out!" He shouts, lunging forward. He grabs you and pulls you outside of the pantry right as all the cast iron cracks the floor. He let out a relieved sigh and turns to you. "Are you alright?"

You were flabbergasted, both by his speed and his caring nature. You just blink, "yes, thank you for the save. With all that heavy cookware falling you could have-"

"Let's not think of that." He offers a smile. "Me and the rest of Victoria's Housekeeping will take care of this mess. Please, go rest after such a close call."

"Yeah… Sure thing." You left and sat alone in the living room, deep in thought. You shake your head and pick up your phone to text the client.

{You: "Attempt failed. You didn't relay his skill level. I am dropping you as a client."}

"Where'd you get this?" She asks sweetly, taking the paper off of the fridge and looking at it. "This is… amazing…" She traces a finger over the drawing of herself. She had some insecurities about her face, but whoever drew this drew them in a way that seemed… loving.

"I drew it." You confess awkwardly. You never show off your art, letting it be something private that just you enjoy. "I… missed you. And as good as pictures are… I just wanted an excuse to study every detail of your face."

Jane draws in a shaky breath, hanging the drawing back up on the fridge, at exactly your eye height. "That's… beautiful. I never knew you were so skilled."

"Oh come on," you interrupt, laughing, "tit's not that good. I mean look at it. The shading is off, the proportions-"

"I think it's the prettiest I've ever looked. If that's how you see me… god you can stare at me whenever you want."

"Jane!" You blush, gigging as you hold her face in your hands. "You can't just say things like that."

She melts into your hands. "Can you draw a self portrait? Maybe something that'll fit in my wallet? I've already got pictures of you, but you're right. There's something so beautiful about it being artwork."

"I mean… If you really want that I guess I can…." You smile as you see the pure look of adoration in her eyes. "Yeah… I'd love to make some art for you."

Lighter

Blazewood was… boring. There was no nice way to say it. It was boring, there way very little to do, and it was hot. You found a table in Cheesetopia to call yours, sketching on some paper to kill some time. You were waiting for the Son's of Calydon to get back from whatever they were doing, since Lighter was your ride back to New Eridu.

Oh Lighter… There was something so inspiring about him. The Undefeated Champion wearing that bright red scarf and those dark shades hiding whatever emotions were behind their lenses. You didn't stop your hand as it glided against the paper, tracing the contours of the handsome man that consumed your thoughts.

"Oh come on. My pecs are bigger than that. If you want to draw me, at least highlight my bulging muscles." Lighter's voice caused you to jump and turn around to stare at him.

"Really, man? Could you not sneak up on me!?"

"What's the fun in that?" Lighter sits down next to you, removing his shades to pick up your sketch book.

"No no! Give that back!" You lunge forward, trying to grab it from him.

Lighter was quicker than you. He pulls back, holding up the sketchbook. "I want to see what else you draw~"

"Lighter!" You try to push him, jump up, pull him down, anything you could to get that sketchbook back. You knew what other sketches were in that notebook.

He flips a page and your heart drops. Pages of "anatomy" studies you had drawn Lighter's face on. They were just muscle studies, nothing lewd, but with the way you blushed, it may as well have been. You tremble in embarrassment, shrinking down and hiding your face.

Lighter was surprised. He flips through a few more pages and closes the sketchbook. "Not bad. I'll have to show you where to draw the scars next time." He winks, putting on his shades before leaving you to gather your confidence before he had to drive you home.

Lycaon

"Hold still." You command, Lyacon straightening up instantly. You let the paintbrush dance across the canvas. "You can't commission art of all of Victoria Housekeeping and expect me not to paint you."

Lycaon lets out a small huff. "If I remember correctly, I only paid you to paint portraits of Ellen, Corin, and Rina. I was never part of this arrangement."

"Yeah? Don't care. You deserve to have a nice painting of you hanging up in the headquarters as well. Think of it as advertising."

"If clients are already entering the headquarters, what could would painted portraits be for advertising?"

You stop mid brushstroke… he had a point… "Fine. I want to paint you."

Lycaon smiles slightly, but stays still anyway.

After a few minutes, you stepped away from the easel. Lycaon's eye followed you as you stepped close. "Don't move, I'm fixing your bangs because you look emo." You joke, a hand under his muzzle to make him tilt his head up. His tail wags slowly as you toy with his hair, fuzzing over it. "There's my pretty boy." You sigh, moving back to resume the painting.

It took another half hour before you backed away, smiling. "Come see."

Lycaon silently gets up, looking at the painting from behind you. "It is wonderfully done. I like it."

You lean back against Lycaon, knowing he'd always support you. "I just wanted an excuse to look at your cute face for a while."

Lycaon laughs, the sound deep in his chest. "Yes I figured. Although I think you were a little distracted by my 'cute face'. The eyepatch is on the wrong eye."

You blink, your eyes scanning the painting and looking back at Lycaon. "…How'd I even manage that?"

"I need you to help coordinate the next supply run for Piper."

The sound of your rattle shaking caught Lighter by surprise.

"Don't sass me." He teases, lifting his boot to push you off of the rock. You yelp as you fall off of the rock, the sound of your rattle clattering against itself makes lighter laugh. He reaches down and helps you up. "C'mon, we can do it together."

"I can think of a few other things we could do together." You teasingly stick out your tongue, slapping his ass with the rattle of your tail.

"Alright, that's enough." He smirks, grabbing and shaking your tail himself. "You're trouble."

"You love it."

"You know I do."

Manato - Leopard Gecko Thiren

You and Manato were running side by side, jumping over rubble, deflecting blows from the ethereals chasing you both. You ducked behind an old, abandoned car, both of you breathing heavily.

"Alright. I'll distract them, you run." Manato growls out, grabbing his sword. He was silently bracing himself, knowing he'd end up taking more damage than he'd want to, but it would be worth it if you were safe.

"Are you crazy!?" You scold, pulling the sleeve of his jacket. "C'mon, let's just run. According to the carrot data we're getting close to escaping. If we just make a break for it, it'll be alright!"

His eyes darted between you and his sword. "I can't risk you getting hurt."

"If we can't run fast enough, then you can stay back and fight for my honor, or whatever."

"Deal."

You both make a break for it, the ground moving quickly underneath your feet. The etherals behind you were gaining ground.

"Shit!" You let out a fearful yelp, your instincts taking over as you dropped your tail.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Manato shrieked out, terrified.

"Ignore it, run!" You pull him as the etherals stop to sniff at the tail you had dropped, giving you and Manato the chance to escape. As you left the hollow, Manato looked at you terrified.

"Are you okay!? What happened?"

Your fingers ran over the stump of what used to be your tail. "Yeah… That happens. It'll be fine. It'll just be a pain waiting for it to grow back."

"…IT GROWS BACK!?"

Seth - Prehensile Tailed Skink Thiren

It was an odd time for all thirens. The winter months tended to make animal instincts to haywire. Bear thirens would often eat big lunches and take a nap, canine thirens would group together, and you, a reptile thiren, slowed down a lot. You were trying to focus on the paperwork sitting in front of you, some boring report about a patrol. You tail lashed behind you without you noticing, until you heard paper drop and a hand grab your tail.

"…Seth?" You ask, half laughing as you saw his pupils blown wide, his hand on the tip of your tail as he crouched on the ground.

A blush explodes across his face as he stares down at his hand. "I… am so sorry." He squeaks out.

You burst into laughter, "no worries! It's cute!" You shift your tail again, watching his pupils blow wide, hands chasing your tail like a playing kitten. "The same Seth who lectured me on workplace harassment is the one workplace harassing me!" you tease.

"Stop it!" He huffs, but literally can't stop his instincts as he tries to grab your tail. He reaches particularly fast and you coil your tail tightly around his wrist, getting his attention.

"You can make it up to me by taking me to lunch, yeah?"

He stares in shock, feeling your scales against his skin. "Y-yeah… Lunch…"