#dislyte fic

[rabisun]

a/n: HI BABES!! TY FOR THE REQ <333

Autistic:

Parmi

Valeria

Xie Chuyi

Ocd:

Leon (Canon)

Elaine

Dyslexic:

Leora

Xie Yuzhi

Adhd:

Xie Yuzhi

Valeria

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! thanks for reading! <3

[rabisun]

I don’t know what I’d request exactly but I would die just to have one (1) date with Elaine but I fear my ADHD cursed ass would have far to much energy for her. (Also as a transmasc creature I’m so happy you write for any gender, I hope your charger never breaks)

a/n: AWWW YOURE SO SWEET i also have adhd and I HOPE YOUR CHARGER NEVER BREAKS EITHERR!! uhh im assuming u wanted adhd and transmasc reader x elaine SO here it is :333 its their first date and they met onnnnntinder

cw: slight mention of binding

word count: 769

(Transmasc!Adhd!)Reader x Elaine!

Wow, this cafe is insanely boring.

Seated across from you, Elaine, your Tinder date, stirs and stares into her black coffee, wondering what convinced her to swipe right on you.

Perhaps it was the corgi in sunglasses you were hugging. Is it your pet?

Or your strange bio? What is 'adhd'?

Or the meticulous placement of your photos? Why was your abnormally large figurine collection before the well-lit selfie?

Or maybe it was just you. All of you.

"Hellooooo?" You wave your hand in front of her face, startling her.

Bless her broken heart, her automatic response is to grab your hand, firmly, and jump back. For protection. So she does.

Your face scares her more than the orphanage. You look like you've just seen a ghost.

Quickly, "Oh- sorry", she apologizes and lets go.

"Don't worry!" You smile warmly at her.

You rather miss the feeling of her gloves on your hands. It is with reluctance that you return your hands to your lap.

Your binder is making you itchy.

"So. How is- I read your..." Your mind is running a marathon a minute as you try to focus on her voice.

"The thing about 'add-huh-duh'?" Wow. She thinks the condition is just one odd word.

"How long have you been learning that language?"

Oh even better. She thinks you're bilingual.

Elaine seems like the type to get offended by laughter, so you try to stifle yours.

"It isn't- Adhd is a disorder I have. Don't worry it isn't contagious." Is your favorite show on tonight?

"Oh. Okay." Elaine is a bit disappointed in herself, she has OCD but knows nothing of other disabilities.

At this point, you believe that any spark between you two has fizzed out for good.

You wonder if faking a family emergency would be too rude.

You could really go for seafood.

In an attempt to speed this up salvage the date, you ask if Elaine has ever heard of your hyperfixation.

When she says that she hasn't, you just can't help the words that fall from your mouth.

You ramble on and on about the media, for what seems like years.

You really can't find the compassion to care about how uninterested she looks.

Maybe because you're too concentrated on how beautiful she looks.

Or, maybe it's because her face hasn't changed since she sat down. Talk about are-bee-eff.

As you finish droning on, Elaine finishes her coffee. Her mouth is moving, but you can't quite pick up her words. A small part of you, in the back of your mind, wonders what she would taste li-

"Like or hate it, the Shadow Decree knows what it wants." Her lithe hand moves her hair out of her eyes.

Oh. When did this conversation start?

She's staring right at you. Straight-faced. Expecting a response.

You've never felt so lost.

Other than twenty minutes ago. The time you were literally lost. Who puts a cafe next to a gym?

"Yeah uh. They have goals! For sure!" You shout, way too excitedly to be talking about a crime organization. The smile you forced onto your mouth hurts.

You wonder what hers would feel like.

It's nearly inaudible, her sigh.

Did you do something wrong?

"If I called you later, would you answer the phone?" She asks without shame, standing up.

Guess not.

"Oh! I thought you hated me...?" You don't hide your laugh as you struggle to grab your things.

Elaine laughs with you. You stand with Elaine.

And hallelujah, she can smile. You drink up her expression, and it's better than your tea was.

"I apologize if I came off that way. I am very interested in you." She saunters over to the exit, with you close behind. Looking like an obedient dog.

"Oh!" You truly look like an idiot with your mouth agape in shock. It snaps shut with a click, taking way longer than it should.

"Of course I would! I'd have to be out of mind not to!"

Elaine's expression softens, marginally.

Elaine finds your expressions cute.

She would never say that out loud though.

The faint blush rising on her cheeks might give you a little hint.

Crazy how fast you went from debating running out of the shop to asking her to stay longer.

Once you get yourself together, she wraps her arm around yours and steps outside with you. You lean in close to her.

You get a glimpse of her teeth this time, her grin feels comfortable on her face. Real. "Want to show me around?"

She read your mind.

You've never been so centered on someone before.

a/n: HOWD I WRITE SEVEN HUFNRE WORDS IN ONE SITTING uhh im so sorry if this isnt what you wanted anon im a little dumb but uhhhhh i hope you enjoyed! thanks for reading! <3333

[bluntfish]

Home at 4 AM

I did a writing trade with a homie and wanted some Leon x reader content. I hope you enjoy man (you know who you are lol).

CW: Blood and wounds, the like.

It’s near dawn. The fading moon hangs over some clouds. From the window, the skyline is covered with stars dimming from the emerging sun. And you’re worried. He didn’t mention how long he was gone but you kept yourself awake till he got home safe. The apartment you live in was originally shabby till he emerges from the shadows. It all started with the bustling noises of the club. You met this red-haired man on your local outings at Evening Sounds. You thought he was a bit edgy carrying his gun and a hood obscuring his face like it's no one’s business, yet you approach him anyway. Danger doesn’t faze you. Despite the ominous vibes, telling you he should be least trusted, your mutual interest in Jazz has led to a blossoming relationship.

It took months to understand his intricate routine. He showed you a spreadsheet of his schedule. Used to be small gaps but now it has become wider since you appeared. There are times when he mentions “overtime” and that often lasts till dawn. Still, you waited, as you’re mending his older clothes. Clothes that he kept around, not wearing as often as he should as he appears in a romper for ninety percent of the time you see him. Still, you mend them. Hoping he could relax a little when he could.

There was a groan coming from the entrance. The door unlocks and there he is, clutching over his stomach. He’s wearing a black hoodie over his usual white uniform. The red on his face doesn’t match up with the frayed ends of his hair. Immediately you dropped your things to catch him limping near the couch after taking a few steps from the entryway.

“Babe, what happened to you? Did you bump with your butcher friends again?”

He couldn’t speak. His face is pale.

“...Leon, you can tell me. I’m not gonna leave you all fucked up like this.”

His voice escapes his mouth in a withering wheeze.

“Please shut the door.”

You did as you were told and immediately led him to the couch. You pulled off his hoodie and unbuttoned his romper to find there was a small wound near his abdomen where his skin was somewhat torn off. It’s not deep, but could be quickly bandaged up. You immediately did your work. Mending him, pressing and treating his injury like it's any other day.

This became somewhat of a frequent occurrence. Leon’s at his best from a distance, but he got too close to his recent target and paid the price. If he didn’t complete the job, he wouldn’t be in your presence. His life was spared mostly. Yet he suffers from the repercussions. His groans and seething noises were muffled out with a towel with the last patch. Good as new.

“Try not to get roughed up like that. In a long while. Alright?”

Leon doesn’t speak. Like he’s ashamed that he got himself wrapped up in a misstep. It’s internally freaking him out. You held his hand and squeezed it tight.

“Leon, do you remember what you did this morning?”

“I…I ate breakfast with you. That was at 9:20.”

“And at 10:00 AM?”

“I went to work. 11:00 AM I was patrolling…”

He starts to recount what he did on his day, and suddenly the tension in his shoulders slumps as he reclines on his seat.

“Glad you’re back, babe.”

Leon slowly turns towards you with his arms outreached. Your hand palmed up against his forehead.

“Hold on a sec. No cuddling till you’re nice and clean.”

“I can’t be nice,” Leon murmured, “but I can shower.”

“Correction. You’re nice to me.”

“I prefer “cherish” than such trite things addressed to you, (Y/N).”

“Such a way with words,” you playfully laughed pecking his cheek. “Go shower, stinky.” 

He mustered up his remaining energy to head to the bathroom. By the time he emerges to the living room, you were bundled up in a blanket snoring off. Approaching you, his hand rests on your head, then wraps around your waist. Faintly breathing with a hoarse sigh, he melts with your form. Melding with the sore limbs you share. 4 AM on the dot he noted. Though off by a minute, he didn’t mind.

He’s home.

[bluntfish]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/4

Fandom: Dislyte (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Aurelius/Reader (Dislyte)

Characters: Aurelius (Dislyte)

Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, slight angst, Domestic Fluff, Slow Burn, Awkwardness, Eventual Smut, Reader-Insert, Not Beta Read, Size Difference, There's some character study stuff in this since Aurelius isn't talked about online, Well he is but not as much. dfjkafjak, I might be seeing more into this but to hell with it I'm having fun, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Sharing a Room, in all the rounds lmao, Comfort/Angst

Summary:

You’re stuck inside a home for 3 days due to a supernatural snow storm. Who let you in?

At least he's kind.

I spent two weeks working on this behemoth, unloading all knowledge I had about this wack mountain man to the world. Enjoy.

[trash-orchid]

Can I get a personal story about me and Freddy from Dislyte? SFW plz?

Sorry this took so long! Been having a rough week with my health. This isn’t as long as I’d like, so I may make a full fic later on. Hope you enjoy!

Dislyte - Freddy SFW drabble

Freddy is very meticulous with his appearance, spending hours a day perfecting his hair and style. When you and Freddy begin to date, he becomes a huge simp. He will follow you around like a little puppy (pun intended).

Freddy spends time to pick out an outfit for you and doing your hair. As a cool guy, he wants the one on his arm to be as cool as he is. He gets you your own custom sunglasses to match his.

You also take lots of pictures together. If you are camera shy, he’ll help you break out of your shell. If you have insecurities or dysmorphia, he helps you realize how beautiful you are inside and out. He is your personal hype-man, and he just wants his partner to be the most badass person in the city. If either of you are having a rough day, you two take a “spa day” and go to Chloe’s salon to relax and bring you out of the funk.

[mini-ism]

MENTOR. — li ling. afab!esper!reader/li ling. smut.

warnings; unprotected sex, creampie, minimal degradation. not proofread!!

synopsis; as li ling's mentor, you've always found him somewhat obnoxious, even if he was pretty attractive. ever since he's started teasing you, especially during your missions, he might just consider to taking it to the next level.

tags; @svgarslut <3

• “although he was too stubborn to admit it, having... a mentor in his life meant a lot to him.”

li ling's little mentor, you were. that's what everyone knew you as, and not by your name. mentoring li came with a lot of responsibilities. li ling was no less of an arrogant moron, prioritizing everything he shouldn't be, cocking his head and flashing smiles to ladies, more or less worried about inflating his ego.

you took care of making the boy stronger, or much less of a fool; training with him and informing the esper union about his progress.

however, not even you could ignore his abs and his chest, and his stupid, conceited smirk. li's arms would nearly flex whenever he folded them. he crossed his arms a lot, especially when he schemed or thought of something.

his favorite cutie-pie esper couldn't ignore his charm and good looks, he considered it flattering. he liked it, and as time went by, he grew more aroused by it, too. soon enough, you would find li pushing you into corners and backing you up into walls behind you to tease you. li would give you a look for a couple of seconds, watch you get flustered, pull away, and then smirk.

it was agitating- how much he messed with you. li loved it though, seeing you get all nervous over something so little, the way you would react made him feel a new kind of way. the cliché "butterflies-in-my-stomach" way. maybe even a little bit "deeper" than that.

this feeling- it spread to his face, and it brewed in his chest. a big warm heat that made him all nervous behind his handsome persona, li's heart racing. his palms would get a little sweaty, and his cheeks were redder than normal. the warmth, it went down into his pants. it made him want you. it made instinct go wild.

especially right now.

you glared at him. you thought you looked fierce, but to him, it's adorable. you're just about as intimidating as a cute, little puppy. fuck, does it make him want to lose control. he watched you move your arms, and you cupped his face, li still caging you in. the boy watched you take a deep breath and exhale, barely processing the kiss that you had just planted on his lips.

fuck- so soft. too soft. he's gotta keep you here. that feeling again, it buzzes in the back of his mind, and his hands get all sweaty again. he can feel it in his pants, like, a lot right now. no, no, don't let go of him!

his sculpted arms move from the wall, pulling you close to him, both arms wrapped around your waist. he pressed his lips onto yours harshly. the boy barely has any kissing experience, and his tongue is prodding at your mouth for an entrance.

you let your hands gently move from his face to his neck, which you held. you could hear li softly groan as you let his tongue in, his lips taking friction from yours. his mouth on yours was an intoxicating feeling, his skin was tough as leather and covered in scars, but he was awfully gentle with you, only pulling away for more oxygen, making-out with you for lord knows how long.

he began feeling you up from the backside, heat flaring on his cheeks, and his pants felt a little tighter than usual; maybe even hotter. he groped your ass, pulling away from your lips and lustfully looking at you before he attached himself to your neck, working hickies onto it. you could feel his rough, calloused hands make their way to the bare skin of your ass, palming it gently.

“you feel very pretty here. i wonder where else i can touch.” li whispered, his breath tickled your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. warmth pooled in your gut as he felt you. his hands slid up to your hips every once in a while to grip them. “mostly ‘cause i wanna make those pretty spots of yours all mine to see.”

his hips thrust forward, lifting one of your legs up onto his waist as he ground his hips into yours. li could feel you bury your face into his neck, nibbling a little and kissing where you teased the skin. li tore at your pants, pulling them down slowly, grinding his hips into yours with a rhythm.

“don't you worry now, babe, it's gonna be all good, you hear?” the rasp of his voice made you whine. li sighed with content, nudging at your undergarments. “i'm gonna make you feel so good.”

he dropped your soaked underwear down to the ground with your pants, the cold air tingling your warm skin. li did not hesitate to pull his cock free from his pants either, the pink baggy pants sagging around his waist. you could feel his tip slap your clit, dragging itself along your folds to collect your wetness. he kissed you every so often, barely able to collect his thoughts as he pressed himself towards your slit.

“hold your breath for me, you got it?” he hummed, watching you greedily take a breath of air and flinch as he put a hand on your hip, pushing himself into your warm cunt.

“oh, fuck.” the boy's hips snapped suddenly, and very harshly, stealing the air from your lungs. li covered your mouth as you let out a cry, your walls struggling to accommodate his girth.

he was just so warm, and his gaze was fixated on you. your pretty little pussy felt so good, the heat in his gut made him nearly nauseous. you watched gingerly, li ling's hips dragging out slowly, and spasming back into you, he covered your mouth every time you yelped. “i'm gonna fuck you good, but- shh, shh, shht! -you'll have to be quiet!”

you nodded blearily, tears forming in your eyes as his cock went deeper, his hips pressed all the way against yours. “god, your cunt wants me bad. do you think about me like this? i bet you do, you- you slut.”

you sobbed and nodded, he had no doubt about it that you thought of him lewdly. ling watched your cunt take the "beating" his cock was giving to you, your pussy gushing and squeezing him- it drove him crazy.

your mind blurred, and so did your vision. you could only focus on li, and how thick his cock felt inside of you. your lip was bitten raw, and it started to bleed. li would lean down to kiss you, taking you by surprise whenever he pulled you even closer to him, his thrusts feeling even harder.

both of you were close to climax, sweaty and high. his cheeks were flushed, and his brow was adorned with a glossy sheen of sweat. he started moving and breathing faster, the way he fucked you growing more inconsiderate and brutal. you could feel your mind going out, losing track of time while he goes at it.

“fuck, fuck- you're gonna milk my cock dry. mnmh... oh, lord, yes!” he panted in-between breaths. his pink trousers started to fall down his legs slowly, li's mouth running dry as his brows furrowed. his nails dug into your skin, and you couldn't stop yourself from crying out his name.

his groans were heavy and arousing, and your pussy squeezed his cock one last time before he came inside of you. you could feel yourself gushing again, li pulling his dick out and resting it on your folds.

“i told you i was gonna fuck you good, how's that?” he barked, “did you believe me, baby?”

“uh-huh.” li let your leg down, pulling his pants back up again and eyeing you.

“so are we going to finish this mission, or nah?” he asked. wait- that was valuable mission time wasted. fuck.