UNKNOWN Ending Fairies (240330)

UNKNOWN ♡ Ending Fairies (240330)

i’m so sorry but the way mark is sitting and how he’s holding haechan…. gimme a hair tie.🧎🏽‍♀️

MARK LEE / INNER PEACE INTERVIEW

BONUS: that's... an interesting approach haechan ?

MW2 Reaction To You Being Their Controversially Young Girlfriend

Warnings: Implied Smut, Legal Age Gap, Age Gap Relationships, Daddy Kink, Older Man/Younger Woman, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Possessive MW2, Degradation, Mention of Corruption, Mentions of Innocence, Mentions of Naivety, Praise Kink (M Giving), Implied Choking Kink, Angry Sex, Groping, Brat Taming, Man Handling/Woman Handling, Dumbification Kink, Gentle MW2, Rough MW2, Self-Consciousness, Mentions of Blood/Injury, Insecurity, Profanity, Pet Names, Fem Pronouns Used For Reader.

Ghost

Pretends he doesn’t care about the age gap, but he secretly does.

You’d never know it, but he worries that he’s roping you into a relationship – a long-term one at that – when you should be out, meeting guys, gaining life experience.

He also fears that, in some way, he’s corrupting you, that his selfish desire to keep you close to him will lead to you being targeted or you eventually resenting him.

It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him otherwise, he’s still going to worry about you.

There are a few ways you can put his mind at ease, though. Namely of the bedroom variety.

More on this later 👀.

He spoils you silly, absolutely rotten. Anything that catches that pretty little eye of yours and he’s already got it gift wrapped. He feels it’s the least he can do after you’ve shown  him that life isn’t just an endless cycle of suffering – an infinitum of anguish – that he does deserve happiness and a chance at love.

Very gentle during sex. Unless you ask him not to be.

Expect a lot of praise in bed.

Many a night have you found yourself pinned under Simon, his mouth to your ear as he pants, moaning, telling you how you’re “Such a good girl, taking me so well,” while he fills you with long, languid strokes.

Other times, he’s not so gentle.

Oftentimes, usually as a result of purposefully making Ghost jealous, have you been pinned against a hard surface – one of convenience rather than comfort – with Simon at your back, the tent in his pants catching you.

His voice is deep, husking and carnal as he reminds you who you belong to.

“Like having your pretty little cunt ravaged by an older man, don’t you, Love.”

He’s very protective of you.

He sometimes construes your young age as innocence, naivete. Hence, he never lets you out of his sight when you’re out together.

Scary dog privileges.

Absolutely feral, down bad for you: you only have to do or say the most minimal of things to make him melt, to become a slave to his adoration for you.

That being said, he’s paranoid that one day you’ll see him as he views himself and leave him for someone better – someone you deserve. Someone younger.

He’s damaged goods, you still have your whole life to live. And yet you stay with him, promise him that he’s the only man you’ll ever love.

As stated earlier, Simon can be persuaded of your dedication to him via special, particular means.

However, if you play into his insecurities, even to get a rise out of him, he’ll pounce on you, grab your wrists and pin you to a wall, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him.

And, beneath dark lashes and darker eyes, he makes a promise to you.

“Oh, you think a younger lover can pleasure you like I can?” he says, his head tilting. “Don’t you worry, Darling. I’ll fuck that idea outta that pretty little head of yours until the only thing rattling around in there is me.”

König

Somewhat insecure in your relationship. Especially when he gets disapproving glances and glares from passers-by when they note the very obvious age difference between the two of you.

But, his love for you can overcome any measure of anguish, social or otherwise.

He’s the gentlest giant you could ever hope to meet, both in and out of bed.

When he feels like it.

He treats you like you’re innocent and pure, shielding your eyes from graphic scenes on TV and gruesome stories in the newspaper.

Sometimes he has to remind himself that you’re a fully-grown woman, even if you are younger than him.

You send him absolutely feral whenever you wear his clothes btw.

Seeing as any one of his shirts could be your nightdress, he calls you his “Minnie Maus”, and treats you as such.

Pls sit on his lap, he’ll only be able to die happy once you do.

He fears judgement from others whenever you enact PDA, so to make up for his lack of willing to be physical with you in public, there isn’t a moment where you’re without him at home.

Extended periods of time in your presence tend to send him a bit…funny.

A little bit silly.

And by silly, I mean there’s a single thread of humanity keeping him from tearing your clothes off at any given second.

Especially if he’s seen a younger guy looking at you earlier in the day.

One of the few times he’ll get physical with you in public is whenever he catches someone looking at you with a glaze over their eyes he knows all too well.

He approaches you from behind, slipping a pythonic arm about your waist and pulling you into him.

Only now does your admirer look away, leave the premises entirely, once they catch sight of König’s gargantuan proportions and the rabid look in his eye.

Once you get home, he’s on you before you can even shut the door.

It’s times like these that König doesn’t feel insecure about the age gap between you.

Because he knows, no matter how little you’re willing to admit it, that nobody will ever be able to make you scream and cry and tremble like he can.

“Did you like that boy’s attention earlier, Maus?” he says, his eyes cattish and voice serpentine. He bears down on you, his hand about your throat as the other travels under your skirt.

“Is my love not enough? Are my affections wasted on you?”

His eyes glint in the dim light of the bedroom. His teeth look sharper – primal – in the low glow of the bedside lamp.

“No matter. I’ll make you remember how much you need me,” he presses into you. The bulge between his legs feels far too big for you to take.

“Inch by bloody inch.”

Valeria

You’re her little Angel, her Goddess, the light of her life and her reason for living.

That does not exempt you from her teasing, however.

Sexual or otherwise.

She’s particularly fond of randomly grabbing your backside when she’s walking past, or smacking it so hard that you yelp and she’s grinning from ear to ear.

Even if you use your puppy-dog eyes on her, disobedience is not accepted under her roof.

In fact, trying to wriggle out of any punishment she has planned is enough to make her grab you and pin you to a wall, her grip unrelenting as she sucks and bites your neck, leaving harsh red marks and a sense of helplessness as she does what she pleases with you.

“Don’t go fucking around behind my back again, Chiquita,” she tells you, her nose touching yours and her eyes black. She brings her knee between your legs, pressing into you.

“Or next time I won’t just stop at your throat.”

She loves dressing you up in the finest clothing money (and a ghastly reputation) can buy.

She thrives on having you hanging off her arm like a dog on a leash; she gets to show you off to her subordinates and business partners who know they’ll never even have the thought of having a chance with you entertained.

Valeria’s mood can fluctuate in bed.

Sometimes, she treats you like a common whore she found on the street, fucking every ounce of rage, hate and venom into you until some part of you’s left bleeding as Valeria’s panting on top of you, her lips to your cheeks as she kisses your tears away with a whiplash-inducing gentleness she seemed incapable of minutes ago.

Most of the time, she’s loving and kind, putting your needs above her own.

Sure, she still teases you, makes you work for her love and dedication, but you know she’d do anything for you.

You can tell in her tone as she tells you of how she would “Scorch the earth if only to find a fragment of you in the wreckage.”

You disappearing or being taken from her is her biggest fear, and at night she holds you tightly against her chest, your buffer against the world she would sooner see in flames than relinquish you to.

Price

He’s so father-coded fr.

He calls you his little girl, his Princess, Love, Darling, Dollie — anything that highlights your fragile nature.

Shows you off to his friends just so he can show them what they’re missing. He adores the feeling of you curling further into him under the eyes of his task force, the look in their eyes relating something savage, primal, as they look at your bare thighs – the pinnacle of which shadowed by John’s shirt – and watch something they can never have, never touch.

John hides his insecurity well, but he does secretly worry about the age gap.

Especially when he watches younger men looking at you in ways he does.

The difference being that, while they offered you the world and would give you nothing, you are John’s world.

When you can tell John’s feeling worried, comforting him is a surprisingly easy task.

A kiss to the temple and the promise that he’s the only man for you is usually enough to put his mind at ease and make his face break out into a smile.

On the rare occasion it isn’t, however, alternative methods are at your disposal.

E.g. screaming John’s name into the night as your nails drag down the expanse of his back, bodies scorching as he brings you to tears with his touch and his unrelenting pace.

He will absolutely hold his rank/age over you when he’s like this, no longer a point of contention or shame for him as he tells you he’s the “Only one who can make you whimper like a fuckin’ dog,”

“Such a good girl for me, my good little cocksleeve,” he rasps in your ear as he bounces you on top of him, his hands about your waist, preventing you from fleeing or falling off.

“God, you’re so beautiful — so— fuck— gorgeous.” He’s panting, gasping, growling.

“And all mine.”

Horangi

You’re the only thing that matters to him.

At this point, he only remains as a military contractor to ensure that he can keep you in the style to which you are accustomed.

Calls you 자기야 (Jagiya – Honey, Darling).

His favourite thing to do is sit you between his legs and wrap around you like armour.

In case you couldn’t tell, he’s highly protective of you.

You can make him do absolutely anything — he’s at your beck and call.

You can get him to buy you anything if you give him what he likes to call ‘kitten eyes’ eyes.

Even if you’re being a brat, he remains calm and treats you like his little angel, his sweetpea.

Unless you push him too far.

At which point, he won’t hesitate to tame you if you try your luck.

He’ll have you bent over his lap, holding you down with his forearm as he turns your thighs and backside red-raw with the slap of his belt.

“Don’t start crying now, 자기 — you brought this on yourself.”

He never fails in the aftercare department, though.

Always filling your head with words of affirmation as he bathes you, carrying you to bed and tending to your skin with soothing creams and soft touches.

Hong-jin goes super feral crazy when you call him 오빠.

A common honorific used towards any man older than the person using it.

Even if you don’t understand the implications of it, Hong-jin does. And yes, it does tend to make him a bit silly.

Silly enough to know that he’s not going to last long and needs to get home ASAP to deal with…something.

Which he also makes your problem, pressing messy, desperate kisses to your lips as he tries to get his shirt off, your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat skyrocketing.

“I need you, (Y/N),” he says, breathless, almost growling. Yet, his eyes are wide, pleading. A doe-eyed prince with the aura of a wolf king. “And I’ll have every inch of you.”

Alejandro

Pre-established passionate lover.

One who is fiercely protective over you.

If anyone — and I mean anyone — catcalls you, makes passes at you, or even looks at you in the wrong way, Alejandro makes sure to enact righteous fury upon them.

He’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re 110% satisfied, regardless of context.

You want a new wardrobe ? It’s done. A new car ? All yours. You need Alejandro now and it can’t wait ? Why, how can he say no when you whine like that, when you tug at his sleeve and tuck your head against his shoulder.

He calls you “mi Princesa” and makes sure everybody knows you’re his and he’s yours.

A thorough lover is how you might describe him.

Especially after he’s so willing to bend you against the nearest surface to get you off, no matter the time of day.

You can bring him to his knees with just a look. Turn him from the most respected soldier in his department into a feral wolf.

Which, if you play your cards right, can end very well for both of you.

Alejandro likes to play a game whenever you’re riding him.

He grabs you by your hips and anchors you on top of him.

“Let’s see how long you can hold on for, mi Corazón,” he says, flashing you a sultry smile before he’s bucking into you at the pace of a mechanical rodeo horse at full speed.

“Holding on” can mean anything from not being pounded off Ale’s hips to staving off your orgasm for as long as you can.

Failure to do either is when you see Alejandro at his most wicked. When he’s all teeth, a shark’s grin, his eyes dark and his voice low as he tells you that he needs to “Train your endurance. How else are you going to take me again, hm?”

Needless to say, you’ll be lucky to be able to get out of bed the next day.

Rodolfo

His heart beats only for you. And as a result, he treats you like royalty.

As he should.

You want it ? You got it. 

In abundance.

You have the best of everything and Rudy loves nothing more than seeing your face light up when you receive one of his many gifts.

That, and having you sat on his lap, raking your fingers through his hair as he tells you about his day.

He omits the more gruesome details, fearing he’ll taint you with the blood on his hands if he doesn’t.

Speaking of lap-sitting, it’s your one-way ticket to an eventful afternoon with Rudy.

Cockwarming is his go-to, your legs wrapped about his waist as he fills out reams of paperwork, pressing kisses to your shoulder and telling you “What a good girl you’re being, mi amor,”

Be prepared for a tidal wave of praise for doing the bare minimum.

It doesn’t matter if Rudy’s topping or bottoming, he’s going to let you know how you’re making him feel, how nobody will ever ensnare him like you do.

“I love you,” he rasps, eyes half-lidded and skin glistening with sweat as you take him.

“I love you, I love you so much–” He growls, back arching into you as you catch a sensitive area. His chest is heaving and his eyes are dark.

“I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

Graves

This guy was made to have a controversially young girlfriend.

Calls you “Babydoll”, “Babygirl”, “Little Lady”, etc.

He unironically refers to himself as “Daddy”.

E.g. “You were eyein’n up that necklace for a while, Darlin’…” His hand slips to the crotch of his jeans, rocking his bulge into his palm.

“Maybe if you ask Daddy real nicely, he’ll get it for you.”

He’s actually very caring. He’d buy you the world if it meant seeing you smile.

He never expects anything from you in return.

He just can’t pass up the opportunity to have you in his arms, to touch you.

Graves can tend to go overboard with the gifts, though.

Calls you “young thing” when he’s feeling humourous.

On the flip-side, he can (and will) use your age gap against you. Like Price, but more Southern.

He’ll be very condescending when he’s mad, tending to use terms that undermine how intelligent and capable you really are.

“If you’d just listened to me and gotten it through your tiny head that I’m doing what’s best for you, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

On the flip-flip-side, he uses your age gap as a jumping-off point into…dubious activities.

#1 dumbification kink enjoyer.

He’s a switch with top lean, what can I say.

“Can’t do anything without me, can you, Sweetheart.” It’s not a question. His eyes are too serious, too stern, for it to be. He’s  pounding into you, hands either side of your head, caging you beneath him.

Between his panting, he presses a wet, uncoordinated kiss to your lips.

“I’ll make sure you can’t even think without me by the time I’m done with you.”

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Tobio always liked tall girls tbh

They were just his type, because short girls reminded him of children or.......Hinata (which was even worse)

So when he first saw you reading a book on a bench that he thought to tie his shoe on, he never thought you’d become his Hinata-sized gf one day

When he ran up in the middle of the jog, he couldnt help but regard you as one of the most attractive people he’d ever seen

You looked beautiful with your legs hugging against your chest as you rested your cheek on your knee and had a book close to your face

You looked tall even sitting, which made him happy because you were just his type

He really wanted to take you out on a date so he could get your attention away from that book

“You don’t mind if I tie my shoe here, do you?” He asked.

Without even so much as a glance away from your book, you shook your head. “Nope.”

Kageyama immediately tied his shoe, and then the other, looking at you.

“What book is that?”

“You don’t care.”

Kageyama’s head snapped back, obviously taken by surprise by your off-handed comment. “Uh, excuse me?”

Flipping the page, you sighed at the end of a chapter and finally looked over at the guy talking to you. “Oh, I said: ‘you don’t care.’”

Kageyamas eyes widened. “A-and what exactly is that supposed to mean?” He asked with venom in his voice. He was easily insulted.

“It means: three men have chosen to tie their shoe here while on their jog. All three, four including you, have asked me about my book—even though none of you are readers at all, or else you’d know the book—just wanting to start a conversation. Why can’t men just ask for the number so we women can say no, and then we can skip all the silly small talk in the middle, ultimately saving both parties time?”

Stunned into silence, Kageyama opened his mouth to say something, closed it, tried again, closed it again, and repeated that about five times. He resembled a fish under water.

You looked at him expectantly, blinking like you hadn’t just insulted him.

“I—“ Tobio finally managed to say, but the problem was he just didn’t know what to say.

Most men didn’t when it came to you.

“Should I go back to my book now?” You questioned. “Or are you going to ask me out?”

Kageyama scoffed. “But you just said you’d say no if I did.”

“I didn’t say that. I said ‘men.’ It was a general statement. I believe I’d say yes if you were to ask me.”

Tobio felt like he was on a rollercoaster. He didn’t know what to say to you, it was like you were always ten steps ahead.

“Well, I—“ His speech faltered once again.

“What’s the matter?” You tapped the wooden bench space beside you, signalling for him to sit down.

Tobio does, and you turn to him with your legs folded behind you. You face him. “Do you not want to ask me out anymore?”

Kageyama shook his head. At least if he couldn’t speak he could communicate with his body.

“It’s totally fine if you don’t. I was just identifying a pattern of male behaviour and I acted on that.”

“No, no! I d-do....” He aforementioned hurriedly, not wanting you to think he wasn’t interested. “It’s just that, well, y-you-you kind of..........s-scare me.” Tobio chanced a look at you and he knew then that if this was a Bugs Bunny cartoon his eyes would turn into two heart-shaped balloons.

“I get that a lot actually.” You state, unfazed. Kageyama figured that you got that a lot. You continued, “I don’t mean to scare anyone, I’m just really candid. Books are fluffy enough and I’m always reading them, so I try to skip that filler part in real life. I’m Y/N.”

“Kageyama Tobio.”

“So, when are you going to ask?”

Tobio blushed, rubbing the back of his head. “Uh, S-sorry. I guess n-now?”

“Hop to it then. I have to be home soon.”

Tripping over his speech, it took him three painfully awkward tries to finally ask you on a date.

“That was quite possibly the worst date invitation I’ve ever heard.”

Kageyama’s heart dropped and his flight instincts kicked it. He almost fled before you said,

“Sorry! I didn’t mean that to be rude. It just was. I’m candid, remember? Anyway, The answer is no.”

Kageyama sunk in his seat because now his heart was beating too fast and he was flushed and heartbroken.

You placed your hand on his knee. “Kageyama. That was humour. I’m not very good at it, am I? I thought you’d figure that it was a joke because I already alluded to you that I was interested. Sorry. Yes, I would love to go on a date with you and hopefully we even start going out!”

You kissed Kags on the cheek to bring him back to life and it worked. He was overjoyed that you were just kidding. Although, he hadn’t gotten off that rollercoaster that is your personality, it just sped up. Deep down Kags liked it though, because it challenged him. And also because he was extremely attracted to you.

“Am I still scaring you?” You ask him curiously.

Kageyama shakes his head, and then stops himself. He switches to a nod. “To be honest, yeah. But I like it. I hope we continue dating too.”

You smiled and gave him a hug, telling him to put your number in his phone.

He does and you prepare to leave.

Kageyama rushes to stand up before you like a gentleman, offering you his hand to aid your standing up.

You take his warm hand and stand up, craning your neck a bit to look at his face since he was now so close.

When you stood to your full height, Kageyama’s eyes popped out of his head and he choked on his laughter. At least he tried. He bursted out laughing next.

“Y/N, how tall are you??” He asks between laughs.

You shrug. “Around 5’3.” Why do you ask? What’s so funny?”

Kageyama stopped laughing and smiled at you. “N-nothing! Uh-it’s just that.... I’m happy..... I’m glad that........I definitely can’t find you scary anymore.” He chuckled. “You’re just too small!”

When he became your boyfriend though, he wasn’t able to live up to that statement

You were a little firecracker and force to be reckoned with

Even though Kags had over 20cm on you, you still scared him when he happened to piss you off enough for you to get mad at him

He actively hid from you if you were on your angry-phase of your ‘time of the month’ lmaooo

But when you were normal, which was 99% of the time:

Kageyama was your personal ladder whenever you went to the library. You’d make him lift you up so you could see the top bookshelf, not even wanting him to grab it for you

He made you wear platform shoes when you two went to the amusement park, because there was no way in hell he wouldn’t be riding everything with you

He said you were his own rollercoaster therefore ‘the rollercoaster had to ride the rollercoaster’

Your favourite place was in his lap when you two were home because your small body fit so well in his

and Kags loved when you wore his clothes since they would practically engulf you and it made him want to pinch your cheeks

When Tobio grew even taller in 3rd year, he took the liberty of calling you short nicknames that you pretended to hate but secretly loved

His favourite nickname for you, however, was “baby girl.”

Because compared to him you were small like a baby and you were his girl.

When you wanted a kiss, Kags would often make you beg for it until he granted you your wish of leaning down

But your man’s favourite part about you being so small was the fact that he could take you against the shower wall or the front door while holding you up. He could do it for hours without getting tired because you were so light and it was sooo hot

Truth be told That was your favourite part too *wink wink*

At the end of the day, Kageyama surprised himself that day when he saw you reading in the park because he always thought he only liked tall girls. But it was after that first terrifying meeting— that he found that height aside there was no one, absolutely no one, he could care about more than you.

He loved you

Every tiny, scary, Hinata-sized inch of you.

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cw: mentions of weed, cursing, mentions of violence (jeno wants to fight), down bad dreamies, petnames: pretty, angel

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