6010

six ☆ 8teen+ ☆ they/them

[bunnyhatty]

intro post (might be temp, might be forever bc im probably never gonna have the energy to make a cute one)

i go by six or 6010, they/them, i like to write and read and draw!

besides dol i like all sorts of stuff erm... ud probably find out thru posts if i actually ever do that....

requests r open! but itll take like 5000 years to write and im quite picky with what prompts im given (sorrey...) or u can just say hi thru anons or dms idk... ⁉️

[bunnyhatty]

toys, toys, toys galore!

mark grayson x amab reader!

hiii... hey... guess who's back... sorry for disappearing for 10 whole months.... i began college, failed college, started a new job, and just put in my two weeks for my old one. its been wild.

nsfw warning!

when you first asked mark, "can i use my toys on you?" he nearly fell off his chair, spilled hot coffee all over himself, and bit his tongue off.

it's not like this was unsurprising, you've asked him little farvors like these ones whenever the both of you were in the mood. however, this one was surprising as you were quietly, shyly almost, asking him while pink dusted your ears.

he can't see the face you're making, but it was probably as embarrassed as your tone was. it was really cute, so cute that all he could do was breathe out a shaky "yes" that made you smile so sweetly at him, it was his ears' turn to become pink.

and with that, you found yourself back into your apartment. (well, it might as well be his too with how he sleeps here every other night.)

you hadn't expected mark to say yes. you sprung the question so out of the blue you saw him nearly choke on his hot coffee. theb he said yes, double the shyness that you were feeling at that moment.

so naturally, the both of you sat across from each other, taking turns blinking. he was slowly beginning to breathe heavily as the anticipation and anxiety racked through his frame.

you slowly flipped the lid open and gently spread the cold lube upon his dick. he jumped slightly at the temperature but begun to calm down as the lube matched the intense heat he radiated.

he groaned softly as he watched you turn the little pink egg on and slowly, gently pressed it on his pink tip. a high pitched gasp escaped his lips as he felt the vibrations down to his balls.

he's squirming a bit as you somehow firmly tied the cute little egg onto his tip before you quickly grabbed a smaller, petite dildo. it was the least intimidating one, in length and girth.

you gently tapped on his thigh, prompting him to shift his focus from the vibrator to the unassuming dildo in your hand. his eyes widened a bit, perhaps in shock and a bit of panic before he shut them tightly and gave you a confident nod. then a quick "yes, that's okay." to reassure you.

you scooped up the lube and precum leaking from him, enough to coat a finger, mark is trembling slightly from the anxious anticipation as you circled around his rim. then as delicately as you, you pushed in.

mark made a sound somewhere in between a moan and a whimper, his toes curled as he tried to relax from the new sensations he was feeling.

the loud squelching noise every time it pushed was so lewd and loud, it overtook any thoughts forming in your head. you felt hypnotized as the silicone disappeared and appeared from the hot, wet rim.

you could tell that for mark, it was embarrassing, but also difficult to stop the whining, the moaning, and groaning. you stop moving immediately whenever you notice every time he tried to muffle himself.

it wasn't very long till mark was cumming, the white come was thicker than you imagined, and as you licked the sensitive head — earning an almost pained whimper from mark — it was saltier, too.

you mercifully gave mark some time to recover before you brought out anymore toys. while you will be patient, you were also so much more excited and hornier thinking about the scrunched up face, glazed eyes and leaking drool on mark's face.

he opened one eye (you just noticed how diluted his pupils are, brown eyes almost black) as if asking silently if there was more.

and damn if that didn't make your dick impossibly harder.

firstly, it had been on your mind for a while but you decidedly slid a cock ring down his cock, the pointed end rubbing onto his perineum whenever he moved.

you reached beside you once more. from the box that held your little hobby, you pulled out a fleshlight. it was rubbery, and had a skincolor similar to yours. mark must've had thought the same as his blush spread down from the back of his neck to his chest.

you covered the inside of the toy generously with lube and swiftly inserted it on mark's cock, earning you a high-pitched whine.

"w-wait, wait," he stuttered out. he evens his breathing out, the same way he does after training. while you wait, you pulled out another toy, this time your anal beads.

the toy was a sort of bright green, each bead getting bigger as it goes down. "okay?" you asked and mark was silent for a few seconds before he stuttered out "yes."

while his ass was still full of lube from earlier, you still carefully applied some on the beads to prevent hurting him (while that was a delicious idea, you shelved it for now to avoid him getting mad, or worse, wanting this to end.) and slowly slid the smallest one while simultaneously beginning to stroke his dick with the fleshlight.

mark was a moaning mess, tears and drool mixed together on the bottom of his chin by the time you got to the 4th bead, which was the size of a golf ball. you'd pop it in and out while gripping onto his cock tightly.

"g-god! please, please! i want to c-come. let me! please!" he pleaded, his legs were squirming around you as the pleasure was too much, too intense. as much as you wanted to edge him, for now you swiftly paused to remove the fleshlight, then the cock ring.

however, you pushed the next bead into him (about the size of a large egg), "you're a good boy, right?" mark frantically shook his head, his hips stuttered into an uneven rhythm of grinding down on the toy. "then can you come with just this?" he lets out a whiny breath.

he began grinding more intentionally. taking that as your answer, you angled the toy (as much as you can) to accurately abuse his prostate.

mark was sobbing by the time he came, feeling the pleasure and overstimulation deep into his bones.

"ughh, no more..." he somehow groaned out as he finally came down from the high of his second, more powerful orgasm.

though, as if he snapped out of his hazy trance, he reached for you, more specifically, your crotch. "what about you?" he tilted his head at you.

you gently pry away his hand. "i'm okay, this was about you."

"doesn't feel like it." he jokingly pouted.

letting out a laugh, you stand up to quickly take care of your business in the bathroom, having mark from earlier as your material. as you fixed yourself up, you also dampened a towel with warm water to wash mark with.

having the cleaning done and taken care of, you lay inbetween mark's strong arms, who was now quietly snoring on you.

it feels so nice to have a boyfriend so willing to do things for you. with that thought, you joined mark to sleep.

[bunnyhatty]

bright red ropes

m!jordan × you!

im posting an unfinished nsfw because i am evil.

jordan gently let his eyelids fall over his eyes as a shaky breath escaped him as he felt your hands on his.

the bright red rope burned against his skin as you skillfully twisted and knotted them between his wrist, a gentle tug to tighten them sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"care to share what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" you asked him, smugness dripped down into your words as you already knew what he thought of. you liked to tease him like this, not that he's complaining.

"you," he shakily answered after a second of silence. you hummed, as if to ask him to continue, "and the way you touch me." his confession earned him a low laugh from you, his face burned a little brighter.

"do not laugh."

"i won't." you were still trying to stifle your giggling and he hoped that you didn't feel how he shuddered against the way you wandered your hands up and down his arms, to his neck and angled his head to lean back to your shoulder. he let himself relax on you.

you snaked your hands from both side of his waist, the sound of bottled lube echoed in the room but he didn't dare move his head to take a look at what you're doing. your other hand sneaked under his robes trying to single-handedly remove his undergarments.

"i can move... if it is difficult..." he opened his eyes and stared up at you, you took your attention away from his underwear and into his gaze.

"sure, it'll give me a chance to take a good look of you, too."

jordan, with your help, stood on his knees and faced you. his face was beet red, chest heaved heavily as he panted with anticipation.

"there you are, pretty." you cooed, a hand tenderly caressed his cheek.

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GOD I WANT TO DRAW HIM GETTING PEGGED

[bunnyhatty]

[bunnyhatty]

bright red ropes

m!jordan × you!

im posting an unfinished nsfw because i am evil.

jordan gently let his eyelids fall over his eyes as a shaky breath escaped him as he felt your hands on his.

the bright red rope burned against his skin as you skillfully twisted and knotted them between his wrist, a gentle tug to tighten them sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"care to share what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" you asked him, smugness dripped down into your words as you already knew what he thought of. you liked to tease him like this, not that he's complaining.

"you," he shakily answered after a second of silence. you hummed, as if to ask him to continue, "and the way you touch me." his confession earned him a low laugh from you, his face burned a little brighter.

"do not laugh."

"i won't." you were still trying to stifle your giggling and he hoped that you didn't feel how he shuddered against the way you wandered your hands up and down his arms, to his neck and angled his head to lean back to your shoulder. he let himself relax on you.

you snaked your hands from both side of his waist, the sound of bottled lube echoed in the room but he didn't dare move his head to take a look at what you're doing. your other hand sneaked under his robes trying to single-handedly remove his undergarments.

"i can move... if it is difficult..." he opened his eyes and stared up at you, you took your attention away from his underwear and into his gaze.

"sure, it'll give me a chance to take a good look of you, too."

jordan, with your help, stood on his knees and faced you. his face was beet red, chest heaved heavily as he panted with anticipation.

"there you are, pretty." you cooed, a hand tenderly caressed his cheek.

[bunnyhatty]

whys everybody got a kylar anon what if i wanted a sydney anon instead

[bunnyhatty]

jealousy jealousy

m!sydney × you!

omg hey 😭😭 i've finally escaped my writer's block and wrote a proper fic. noone panic !!!!! but anyway im alive, i constantly think abt this blog and feel guilty bc i wanna keep posting but idk what to write 😭 my friend finally gave me an idea and i pumped this out at 1 30 am (so dont let me know abt grammar or spelling errors /j)‼️‼️🙏 enjoy. (or else)

sydney, for the entirety of his 18 years on earth, had never once felt envy. jealous perhaps, like kylar's jet black hair making him feel conflicted about his light hair that brother jordan praised him for.

but envious? he's never had to deal with such a hateful emotion before. not until now. now as in he's watching you laugh, with warmth spreading through your cheeks, your hand on robin's arm to steady yourself lest you fall off the seat.

he stabs his food a little loudly, thankfully drowned out by chatter, even if he received a few weirded out glances.

why didn't you eat with him today? you had an unfinished conversation you started earlier this morning, only to leave him unoccupied and alone. even kylar shot him a somewhat concerned glance throughout this whole ordeal. that made him a little upset, just a little.

after that he heads to class, does library work (which you didn't come by after, were you walking home with robin?) then he prayed for about an hour or two, did some chores and finally, he's back home.

on his bed, replaying that scene of you laughing divinely. an exact copy of angels from the preaching brother jordan told him about. touching his hair that you helped him dye on a school night at his bathroom. (suppose he could've gotten it professionally done like he always did, but you bought the wrong color accidentally and so you ask if you could retouch his roots for him. like he's ever refuse anything from you.)

he groaned against his pillow, then began tossing and turning. before finally going to bed.

then he's forgotten all about it the next day when you sit by him. on him actually, with your leg over his, shoulders bumping as you chew and talk at the same time. his hair messily framing your shoulder and overlapping on your face. and he thinks this is how it should be, all day, every day.

[bunnyhatty]

at the sight of you

cloud strife x you!

hiii okay i havent forgotten this blog promise!!! (i check it every other day to giggle at the attention my writing gets) so uhm i decided to like. just post this really old writing. mind you when i wrote this i barely knew anything abt this game and my friend who played it was my only critic lels... so ooc warning for cloudie?? :33 and also rlly corny angst bc.. whatever as always, gn reader (lemme know if theres any mistakes on that) >__< anyway! thx for reading!!!

cloud was filled irritation and annoyance at the sight of you.

cloud was normally a man who kept to himself, spoke when needed, interacted with people he approved of and yet, you seemed to be unaware, or maybe ignored, his boundaries.

you greeted him whenever he entered the bar, slid to the seat next to him and talked with your voice he dreaded hearing everyday. you laugh and it felt like nails on chalkboard, you clung to him like there was no tomorrow. usually things like these barely fazed him but you annoyed him, made him irrationally angry. he was confused as to why, he never felt so negatively about someone yet there you were, causing a miracle(a curse?).

not that cloud observed you or anything, but lately you've been... distant. quite a shocker for the man who was used to your antics. you barely looked up to give him a greeting, your smile faded and forced. he didn't say anything as usual, but he noticed your disheveled look and your shaky hands as you wrote in a journal.

you haven't shown up for two weeks now, tifa teased him about his restless state and him missing you. that wasn't true, was it? why would he miss you? he never associated you with anything positive so what could he possibly miss about you?

in truth, a lot. he missed so much about you. he missed you.

cloud tried to call out your name like you did with his. he tried to smile like you, laugh like you, love like you. but he couldn't. he felt terrible and heavy as your cold body laid like needles against his arms.

"it's not your fault," you told him, but if it wasn't then who took you away from him? everytime he remembers your smile your cold face blurred with it and he felt sick. cold. empty.

cloud was filled with despair and regret at the sight of you.

[bunnyhatty]

carefree laughs, watercolor eyes and bright hair.

ruggie bucchi x you!

hello again ^__^ you must be surprised after nearly a month of me not updating this blog. but i have not forgotten! i just didn't know what to write so i figured it's finally time to write for my favorite twst boy. unfortunately i did not know how to end this so dont bully me for it... i ask you again to please be nice to me ☝️ alao huge warning this is very self indulgent because i am ruggie fan n1 okay bye

his blonde hair swayed with the wind, making it more messy than it already was. blue eyes that shined like the sun, and a cheeky grin that embodied mischief itself.

these are what people see when they come across ruggie bucchi, but not you. you can see so much more of him.

his calloused hands that handle things more gently than anyone, his happiness regarding food, and his gentle, caring nature. he was beautiful and you just can't believe how hard you've fallen.

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it was any ordinary day for you; run endless errands for crowley, make sure grim doesn't get in trouble, oh prefect can you help over here as well? it was like the school was draining you of life while also pulling all your limbs in different directions. it gets overwhelming, even for someone as stubborn as you.

so, here you were, hiding on top of a tree. it was a difficult struggle to climb, but it provided you some peace. "prefect?" great, you spoke too soon.

you casted your eyes downward and was met with ruggie's big, blue eyes. as you made eye contact, he smirks and his eyes turned cresent. "running away from your chores?" he asked jokingly, and it made you smile just a little bit.

"maybe," you replied as you began wondering how to climb back down. this is so stupid, you're stuck on a tree and ruggie will definitely make fun of you.

as you turned silent, ruggie's eyebrow rose up before a knowing look spread across his face. "are you... stuck? pfft. no, sorry. i didn't mean to laugh," he clears his throat and looked away when you glared at him.

"i'll help you down, prefect! just don't overthink it!" well, now you're definitely overthinking it. you took a deep breath and tried to climb back down just doing the steps you did to climb up but in reverse. obviously, you don't know what you're doing and began falling off the tree.

"prefect!" ruggie squeaked, somehow he caught you. or well, you landed on top of him. both of you groan in pain.

"shit, ruggie! are you okay?" you scrambled off the poor boy and he gives you a smile that almost looked like a grimace. oops.

you were apologizing profusely as you helped him up and he laughed it off, joking that you owe him lunch. while you knew it was a joke, you promised him sincerely to treat him tomorrow and for once he gave you a smile so bright that hid nothing. and your hurt is thumping loudly against your chest and your face is warm. jesus, are you so depraved that you gained a crush on someone just because they were nice?

"your knee's bleeding. we gotta get that cleaned before you get stuck on another tree," he teased but before you could complain, he gently takes your hand and led both of you to the infirmary.

he was pretty fussy, like an older brother, when he was caring for someone. you think he's not even aware of it. and somehow you were unaware of how long you watched him work, by the time you snapped back to reality, he was standing in front of you looking over his work. your knee had been cleaned and bandaged delicately.

"wow, you're really good at this. thank you, ruggie." ruggie waved off your gratitude.

"next time, you can hide in the garden instead of on trees." you jokingly kick his leg and he laughs that unusual giggle of his, the one that goes 'shehehe' it's cute. oh god, you're hopeless.

you opted to stick your out instead, since you don't trust your mouth at this moment. this only made him fall deeper into fits of giggles, is it just you or is it really hot in here? you asked yourself as you touched your warm cheeks.

soon, too soon, ruggie leaves you be with the words "leona's gonna be mad!" and you're left with your thoughts and feelings. not a recommended experience as you laid down on a bed and re-evaluated your entire life decisions that ended you crushing on the guy that injured your friends and some other students for a school sport. christ.

since then, you've became hyper-aware of the blonde boy. his lingering smell in the hallway, his giggle that echoes in your ears, he's everywhere and maybe it's just in your head but it feels like the world really doesn't want you to move on from this little crush.

when it's finally your turn to order food, that little promise struck you and you bought an extra sandwich for ruggie. grim gave you a questioning stare when you told him you had to go somewhere but you didn't care. you had one thing in your mind.

ruggie, suprisingly, was alone in the garden when you found him. determined leona wasn't around, you marched in front of him. "hey, ruggie." you cringed a little at your stiffness but whatever.

ruggie cracked an eye open before he flashed you a smirk. "prefect! couldn't get enough of me, can'tcha? shishishi!" you kinda wanted to pinch him but you decided to be nice enough not to, for today.

"here, like i promised." and you gently sat the wrapped sandwich on his stomach, and his expression stops at a surprised one before he smiled again.

"woah! i thought you were jokin'! thanks!" he eagerly unwraps the sandwich and takes bites that were big enough to savor the taste.

you watched him silently as he made his way to end of the sandwich, his cheeks full and some crumbs stuck next to his mouth but oh god, he was so cute. he was cute and pretty and you really wanted ro kiss him.

"thanks again, prefect!" he exaggeratedly laid back down while petting his stomach. you laugh a little, stress relieved due to how happy he was. unconciously, you reached out and dusted the crumbs away from his mouth and uniform.

"you eat like a child, ruggie." ruggie stared at you, eyes a little wide and mouth agape. you didn't know what you did, but you were glad you did it as you watched red spread across his cheeks. he lets out a fake cough before standing up.

"uh- i forgot! leona needed me to get his laundry! bye, prefect!" he rushed out and left you in shock. before you toppled over in a fit of laughter. maybe you weren't the only hopeless one.

[bunnyhatty]

sweet and gentle

m!robin x you!

hi again lol ^__^ ermm. i wanted to write robin bc i never did before nd my friend was like nsfw 👍 and i was like ok 👍 also this is kinda bad bc. its me lol (been putting it off for like 2 weeks)

so here's ur nsfw warning lol. its like rlly vanilla bc robin deserves tender loving

robin had never been one to feel lust, not like he ever had a choice to. all day, he works and studies and runs errands, maybe play a game if he could.

that was before you guys started dating anyway. though he felt guilty even with your reassurance that "yes, robin, that's fine! i swear, it's normal with couples!"

but even then, he can't help guilt slither in his veins as he stroked himself at the thought of you. under or over him, just as long as he could feel you, be enveloped by you. your taste, sounds, your smell, your- oh. he groaned as he came with the thought of him filled with you.

he panted heavily, a silent curse under his breath as he slowly stood up (to prevent spills, laundry isn't free in this damn place) and wiped himself clean.

"robin?" your groggy voice snapped him out of his trance, and the door creaked open to reveal your half-awake expression.

"oh! uhm... hey!" he quickly puts on sanitizer on his hands before rushing towards you, his face warm and his heart that just managed to calm down began beating wildly again.

you reach out and wrapped your arms around him and began leading the both of you to his bed. "couldn't sleep," you muttered, breath warm against his ear. he shudders.

robin gently sat down, and you followed. "nightmares?" he asked and you nod, almost a little ashamed. he kissed your forehead gently, to reassure you that it's okay. you've told him about your nightmares and your near-dangerous night walking and it concerns him sometimes.

that's when he felt your arm edge closer to his crotch. robin tensed up, this was the first time you touched him besides kissing.

"may i?" like you needed to ask, though robin nodded almost a little too eagerly. it made him a little embarrassed, but all thoughts soon went out the window when you began palming him, gently and slowly and sometimes you roughly put in some pressure and robin swears he can see stars.

but before he could finish for the second time, you paused and he couldn't help the little whine that escape his lips, "sorry, just hang on a sec," with that you began handling him as gently as you could. he watched with curiousity and a little uncertainty as you asked him to stand up a bit as you slid your thigh between his legs.

then you bought him down and it's suddenly clear what you wanted.

with face as red as ruby, robin began riding your thigh. shyly at first, but as the pleasure overtook his brain, all he could think about was chasing his (and your) pleasure.

you watched as your robin, sweet and gentle robin glow under the moonlight as pure lust decorated his lovely face. "oh i love him, more than words can express," you thought as he gently rubbed his knee against your crotch. always so thoughtful and considerate.

you reach out and pull robin closer, kissing him as passionately as you could without hurting him as both of you came together, a muffled whine coming from robin as his grip tightened.

"mmh... l-love you..." he slurred as the both of you collapsed on his bed. it's a little uncomfortable, being sticky, but seeing robin peacefully snore away on your chest makes it a little more bearable.

"love you too, robin..."

[bunnyhatty]

object of desires.

m!sydney × you!

i believe there are no gendered terms nor pronouns mentioned for reader other than you. if there's any mistakes, let me know! also i wrote this at 12 40 am pls be nice ???!!!

sydney had never been the one to indulge in his desires.

that was until you.

he loves the way you weave your fingers through his hair, as gently as a flowing river. your eyes stared at him with something as innocent as love, this one he still couldn't believe.

sydney lived in a town not known for childish innocence like love, there was lust, but not love. so when you came along, and him wrapped around your finger, suddenly anything is possible.

currently he laid himself on top of you, with you unconciously playing with his hair as you scrolled down your phone. as much as he wants all your attention on him, he also loved just watching you. you were beautiful, so beautiful that you shone like the sun. even with you aimlessly playing with your phone, your eyes still reflected heaven from where he laid.

his desires, which continued to grow the longer he spent with you, cannot be contained at this moment. so, he softly plants a gentle kiss on your stomach. you laugh, and his heart feels even lighter than before.

"what are you doing?" you asked and he looks at you with that love-sick face he knows he always had when you're involved.

"i just wanted to kiss you, is that so bad?"

"course not!" and you meant every word. he wants to kiss you so badly, wants to hold you down forever like this. only be with him until the end of time, until everything disintegrates into dust and he can no longer feel anything.

you truly are the object of his desires.