#kevin khatchadourian

[violetsixx1981]

There's just something about fictional sociopaths, psychopaths, and murderers that has me🧎‍♀️🥵

#fictional men #sociopath #joe goldberg #kevin khatchadourian #tate langdon #mickey altieri #charlie walker #stu macher #kai parker #jason dean #patrick hockstetter

[mrs-mag1c]

𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒

BILLY LOOMIS

"I Wanna Make You My Final Girl"

STU MATCHER

"When you scream, it drives me nuts If you hang up, I'll spill your guts"

PATRICK BATEMAN

All I Want For Christmas Is You

You and Patrick need to get ready for the upcoming Christmas party, but suddenly your preparation turns out into something spicy.

No One But You

Even a man like Patrick Bateman needs some love and care when he's sick.

ETHAN LANDRY

Ego Boost

ethan doesn’t understand why you’re limping

Surprise Getaway

Ethan loved you more than you could ever know, but the problem was he was trying to get himself to understand he could choose you over his family - someone who could give him a life of happiness and not murder. So when you surprise him with a trip to your cabin normally used for trips in the winter before you both go off to college, he finds out he could live a life with you he initially didn’t think was possible. And maybe, just maybe, he can get away from his family once and for all, and stay with you.

Ethan Landry As Your Boyfriend

I Understand Im Not The Only One For You

jealous and pouty ethan with a popular gf

BO SINCLAIR

Prom

Bo tries to do something nice for his s/o

KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN

New Neighbours

eva practically begged kevin to go with her to welcome the new neighbors. just to mess with her, he went, but god was he surprised to find you.

#billy loomis #stu macher #patrick bateman #ethan landry #bo sinclair #kevin khatchadourian x reader #kevin khatchadourian #patrick bateman x reader #american psycho #scream #slashers #ghostface #slasher smut #we need to talk about kevin #fic recomendation #fic rec #fiction #fanfic rec #stu matcher x reader #billy loomis smut

[velveys]

We Need to Talk About Kevin (2011)

#tilda swinton #eva khatchadourian #ezra miller #kevin khatchadourian #we need to talk about kevin #film #text #2011 #2010s

[dollepins]

kiss me, comfort me

kevin khatchadourian x reader. fluff, kisses, reader is afraid of the dark. might be a little ooc because it’s my first time writing for him. very short, 0.4k words.

warnings — none, unless the dark triggers you i guess? but it’s really nothing, and i use a curse word or two.

kevin, of all the things he did understand, did not for one second comprehend how someone could be afraid of something as simple as the dark. the logic did not add up, in his opinion. darkness is natural; the sun sets and moon takes its place, humans turn off their lights and drift to sleep.

why does that scare you?

you honestly didn’t know why you told him. all he did was smile a bit and poke fun at you, but when he turned away, you couldn’t help but feel it in the pit of your stomach—how stupid you were. how silly. why would you ever go to him for comfort when he barely ever offers it to you anyway? you bite the inside of your cheek.

maybe you thought there were monsters in the corner of your room sometimes. maybe it was just irrational and dumb, with no reasoning to back it up other than a simple cliché.

either way, you knew that later, when he turned the lights off to lure you both into sleep’s grasp, the teasing would begin once more. well, you thought.

your eyes were shut tight for a moment after the room encased itself in black, and after a moment you felt the weight of the bed shifting and kevin’s slender hands pulling you closer to him. it was easy for you to allow him to pull your back flush to his chest. this was your routine every night, but it felt different now that your secret was out.

kevin’s words—his words that, usually, never carry an inch of sympathy—possessed a certain protectiveness to them now. worry, adoration, whatever you’d like to call it. still, you heard a raspy, “you okay?”

your eyes snapped open. is he really concerned? or is this an elaborate trick?

“i’m fine. jus’ sleepy, kev,” and it was the truth, but not fully. the darkness was still scaring the shit out of you, but being in kevin’s arms added to your drowsiness made things a little better. you were calmer, not as tense.

his hum thrums through your ear and to the rest of your body. “okay. i’m here with you, you know?”

he says it quietly, almost unsure. it sounds foreign to you because you almost never witness him so— hesitant. your breathing slows a little as you begin to get the picture. he is offering you comfort. despite not completely understanding the concept, he wants to give it to you.

instead of choosing to respond directly, you sigh contently and say, “g’night.”

you’re happy when he presses a light kiss to the top of your head and says it back, even gentler. “goodnight, honey.”

— ( dollepins # 2023 )

#🔪 . . . the damned! #kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian x reader #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian x fem!reader #kevin x reader #yandere kevin khatchadourian #yandere kevin khatchadourian x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x s/o #slasher imagines #kevin khatchadourian imagines #slasher headcanons #yandere slashers #yandere slasher x reader

[kevinsbabydoll]

🏹—pretty in pink; k. khatchadourian x fem!reader

if you had known kevin was watching you through your bedroom window while you changed, would you have closed the curtains? probably not. you had a sneaking suspicion that’s what he was doing, but every time you looked out the window, there was no one to be seen. you had no proof that he was watching you, but you couldn’t help but wonder how he always knew what colour panties you were wearing each day.

“i like that colour,” he says, barely looking at you as you’re walking from your place to his. you smiled at his words; it was very foreign you’d squeeze out a compliment from kevin, so he must’ve really liked your pastel blue dress. his face is emotionless as he says the words, and you feel yourself shiver at his deep voice, but accept the compliment nonetheless.

“thanks, kev. i wasn’t really sure about it, since i rarely wear blue, but im glad you like it,” you said sweetly, brushing your thumb over his cool knuckles. the feeling of your warm touch makes him shiver. he wants you to stop talking so he can tell you he doesn’t mean the colour of your stupid dress, but the the pretty pink bra and panties you’re wearing under it.

“that’s not what i meant,” he says devilishly, and lets the words hang in the air for almost too long before you respond. “then what…” you trail off, and then it hits you. you look at him and see the cheshire grin stretched out on your boyfriend’s features. your face heats up as you realize he means your underwear. “how do you…?” you ask bashfully, even though you think you know the answer. kevin’s smile stretches further on his lips, and the look in his eyes is nothing short of wolfish.

after a few minutes of walking in silence, you arrive at his place. he opens the door, and you walk in timidly behind him. you make eye-contact with eva, who is always friendly towards you, looks scared for you and gives a pained look and a strained smile. you smile in return, and notice that kevin is already up in his room. you quickly walk up the stairs and into his bedroom and see him sitting on his bed. you sit down beside him in silence for a moment before he pounces on you.

you moan in surprise, but it quickly turns into one of pleasure as kevin starts to suck on your neck, his mouth leaving several purple marks in its wake. you were a little worried about having to have dinner with his family later when you were covered in hickeys, but your self-consciousness was suddenly subdued by kevin shoving your dress above your hips and pulling your panties off. “these are lovely,” kevin says teasingly referring to the lace garment for the second time tonight.

“mmph! kev…” you squeal as he pushes his cock into you without warning. he enjoys the stretch of your unprepared pussy and your cute little screams of pleasure. “shut up, do you want her to hear you?” he grunts, referring to his mother; he doesn’t care if eva hears or even walks in and sees the two of you, but he knows the thought of it puts you on edge. “n-no…oh..!” you moan, trying to quiet down. kevin takes notice of it, and thrusts harder into you. his gaze is as hard as steel, and he looks like he’s going to devour you at any moment. he’s always so deliciously rough with you.

“take it,” he whispers into your ear, biting your lobe. you feel your eyes to the back of your head and filling with tears at the overstimulated feeling building up in your tummy. “you’re bullying me…” you whimper, teasing him slightly. as unpredictable as kevin is, you know him well enough to know that this’ll only egg him on. he pushes his cock deeply into your cervix, only proving your point. you let out a deeply pornographic moan as your boyfriend ravages you through your orgasm. “fuck! oh my god, kev!” you cry out as you cum around him. he joins you seconds later, and fills you up with his cum.

kevin collapses beside you and slings an arm around your waist. he barely gives you a second to recover before he asks, “you ready for dinner, babe?” you turn around and look at your boyfriend’s pretty face and notice the mean smirk on his face. you take a moment to breathe before you look for your undergarment. “kev? what happened to my panties?” he looks at you lazily and shrugs, before pulling his jeans over his slender hips. “you’re just gonna have to go without them,” you blush at the thought and kevin takes your hand to lead you downstairs.

you follow kevin down the stairs with a limp to where his family is seated at the dinner table. your face heats up with shame as you feel their eyes on the two of you and to make matters worse, you feel kevin’s cum dribble down your leg; you clench your thighs together to avoid any more leaking out. you sit down beside each other at the table and you avoid making eye-contact with eva.

“i’m starving,” kevin says breaking the silence within the room. you look down abashedly when his father clears his throat, and notice something pink peeking out of kevin’s jeans pocket; your panties. you had a pretty good idea of what he was gonna do with them later, and you were certainly going to put on a show for him tomorrow morning.

#kevinsbabydollfics #kevin khatchadourian #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khachadourian x reader #kevin khatchadourian imagine

[ang3lik]

KINKTOBER

(masterlist.)

hi!! so basically i thought instead of doing a celebration for 2k i’ll just do a kinktober and ficmas!! i want to thank you all so much for all the wonderful support and feedback i’ve received, even though writing has been a pain, thankyou all for being so kind and patient! i love you all so much! <3

there’ll be 4 fics each week starting on the 03/10 and finishing on the 31/10.

week one ::

• 3/10 — bill kaulitz x size kink…. • 5/10 — owen x public sex… • 7/10 — sophie d’or x temperature play…. • 9/10 — jacob black x breeding kink…

week two ::

• 11/10 — tom kaulitz x daddy kink… • 13/10 — vampire!bill kaulitz x blood play…. • 15/10 — faith lehane x degradation… • 17/10 — never!tedros x throat training…

week three ::

• 19/10 — kevin khatchadourian x dacryphilia… • 21/10 — edward cullen x monster fucking… • 23/10 — gustav schäfer x praise kink… • 25/10 — cordelia chase x mommy kink…

week four ::

• 27/10 — carlisle cullen x spit kink… • 29/10 — georg listing x phone sex… • 31/10 — tom kaulitz x roleplay/fearplay/knifeplay…

i really hope you enjoy this event! and of course enjoy the spooky season!! 🎃

#kinktober 23’ #triggering content #tokio hotel #the school for good and evil #twilight #buffy the vampire slayer #angel the series #we need to talk about kevin #tokio hotel x reader #tsfgae #twilight x reader #btvs #kevin khatchadourian #tokio hotel smut #sfgae #jacob black #kevin khatchadourian x reader #tokio hotel imagine #sge #edward cullen #kevin khatchadourian smut #bill kaulitz #sge movie #carlisle cullen #tom kaulitz #sge netflix #jacob black x reader #georg listing #sge sophie #edward cullen x reader

[roseisbeautiful]

Dating barry and being a huge Flash fan without knowing his identity:

You and Barry had been dating for a while now, no secret were ever hidden from each other. Atleast that's what you think.

It was no secret to Barry that you were a huge fan of the hero, which makes him more nervous if he ever interacts with you outside in his superhero costume.

Unfortunately it did happen, he was patrolling seeing if any criminals were either harassing or robbing people.

Then he stumbled upon you when you were walking home from work, he panicked when he saw you and try to leave as fast as he can. But to no avail you saw him and decided that you should call for him.

"Mr. Flash! Mr. Flash wait please! " You said screaning for him as you ran and ran, Ofcourse Barry felt bad and stopped trying to ignore you and turned around.

"Hi! How may I help you?" he says nervously scared that he might slip something up that could make you identify that he infact was your boyfriend and not some random guy.

"Nothing it's just I'm a really really big fan of you!" You said squealing like a teenage girl who just got a date with her crush.

"I was hoping if I could get a picture from you, you know??" You said happily and almost giggling through your words. You started to take your phone out even if he had said nothing yet.

Despite that he was nervous he couldn't turned you down, you were excited after all and he couldn't bare to make you sad.

"Yes ofcourse! But please don't post this on any social media platforms!" He said shying away from your gaze. See he knew he could trust you but he couldn't trust social media and what people would say or do to you.

"Ofcourse I'll keep this to myself, I just badly wanted a picture with you since I'm a huge huge fan!" You say to him freaking out and smiley because you met your favorite hero.

After finally like a hundred poses and pictures you finally had enough and thanked him.

Once you got home you couldn't stop fangirling and staring at the pictures in your phone, you couldn't wait until Barry got home to tell what the events for the day was.

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Once you heard the door open you rushed to get up and greet your boyfriend.

"BARRY, YOUR HOME!" You ran to him immediately and you embrace him tightly, also attacking his face with kisses.

Barry smiles at you, then pecks both of your cheeks before breaking the hug.

"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" He questioned knowing what happened for the most of it but you couldn't know now could you?

"It was fine, but then I met THE FLASH" You said excited to tell him about how you met your favorite superhero. You start to search for your phone in your pockets and when you finally got it out you immediately unlock it fastly.

Lets just say.. You talked Barry's ear off the whole night.

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This was requested by @nagicats, I accidentally deleted the original request, I'm so sorry😭😭. Also please I'm very sorry if this is wasn't the one you wanted

#we need to talk about kevin #ezra miller #kevin khatchadourian #fanfic #the flash #x reader #barry allen #ezra miller imagine

[werezmastarbucks]

kevin khatchadourian x female reader timeline of relationship

(actually, a story I am too lazy to write, but which is just clear and palpable in my head)

• you meet him three times

warnings: violence, manipulation, underage relationships (no grooming), mentions of dissecting frogs, abuse (duh), toxic relationship, unpleasant and traumatic first sex, the OC is kinda very, very human and stupid, exactly as a fifteen year old girl should be. School shooting obv. Also, it's ve-e-ery long, but I'm really not in the mood of writing a book here, so, it's just bullet points. Sorry.

author's note: yes! I watched We need to talk about Kevin around 2014, actually. It seems, considering the nature of this whole blog, I've always had the hots for the worst kind of guys. Enjoy my sublimation!

it was so long I had to divide it into two parts. second part

• you're at the same school, and Kevin is closed, brooding and completely antisocial. You constantly see him smile when there's a fight. He never participates in scuffles but seems to observe people; the other half of the time, he just doesn't care about his surrounding at all. Seemingly

• you've been raised to sympathize with the outcasts, reading all the right books and youself, not being the most popular, the smartest or the most beautiful

• at the biology class, you flat out refuse to dissect a frog. You can't stand the sight of dead animals, to say nothing about cutting them with a freaking knife. You close your eyes and shake your head aggressively, while the teacher is getting angry with your childish stubborness

• until you feel that someone is standing next to you. Kevin says 'she doesn't want to cut the frog' assertively, and takes it to his desk. He doesn't look at you a second, but it feels like a momentary salvation

• you're thinking of thanking him; that seems like a nice thing considering he's never talking to people, and always having lunch alone. He has this loner allure, the misunderstood poet, the lone wolf, if you will. You're fifteen.

• your friends tell you 'are you nuts? he's the cat in the bag'

• there are all kinds of rumors about Kevin; about strangling someone as a joke, and swearing, and watching gore.

• "I didn't do it for you", he smiles, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you misunderstood the incident so badly that it's funny and totally makes you look like an idiot. "I just like to dissect frogs". But he looks at you so intensely that it tells you something more.

• he never goes to PE

• Kevin is bullied from time to time; he doesn't really react to it, like the other children don't even exist. He never replies to nasty remarks, but just watches them, head tilted forward, like a dog ready to bite.

• you wonder why nobody else is worried about this gaze.

• sometimes you catch him watching you during classes as if he's contemplating something. You think yourself some kind of sacred redeemer, not less. You don't look away, you don't realize you're getting yourself into a swamp. You're fifteen

• at one occasion you tell Kevin he doesn't need to be alone all the time, and there are nice people at school who would accept him

• he just grins at everything you say

• the same guy who bullies Kevin the most acrtively, or is trying to, steals your folder containing some notes, your journal and you photo album. He doesn't admit it but laughs in a way that makes it clear

• you go to the teacher, to the principal, but the conversations do nothing to that guy. He's just a bully, just a dumb jock who has very little thought behind his forehead. You're worried; he might not know, but your personal diary is in that folder.

• you confront him with the fists swaying, to no avail

• the next morning, Kevin walks by your desk and throws the folder, complete with everything, in front of you. You watch his back, wondering when he had got it, and whether he had read your diary. One of the entires was about him, and it was embarrassing.

• "he's tall; taller than the other boys. His face is like milk, but he has this pitch-black hair and vampire stare thing going on. He is always quiet, just watches people. He's reeeeeally good-looking, but damn, Khatchadourian might just be nuts like people say"

• your friends wisely advise you not to get involved with him, but you feel so special all of a sudden

• you start fantasizing about being the only girl at school who managed to get through to him

• as you talk, he notices your desire to be special, and uses it. He observes you with your friends, focuses his laser attention on your grades, tries to get into what makes up your world.

• soon, he manages to make you feel like you really are the one person he reacts to. It is incredibly funny to him. He deems you fuckable.

• he's attacking someone in the yard. The guys from the parallel were getting the best out of Kevin, and rightfully so. This time he's had enough. When it's just talking, he didn't care, but physical assault, he couldn't tolerate, because that was crossing his personal borders. So, when one of the boys tried to steal his backpack, Kevin took out a razor he carried with him

• you try to stop the fight and get in between them just in time to shield the other boy, and Kevin slices your arm across

• the boys run away horrified, and Kevin just stands there, disappointed and dark.

• he evaluates the situation, sees that the cut is pretty deep, and watches the gushes of blood leaving your arm. The first seconds you're silent with shock; then it dies down, and you start feeling pain and yelp.

• he cuts off a piece of his shirt and bandages your arm tightly, saying nothing, just lasers you with his glance. The sight of this wound on you, not unlike his own scar, even in the same spot, accidentally. He finds it curious, invigorating. He watches the expression of physical pain on your face and brings you to the medic's office, saying "I sliced her". It feels good to say that.

• there's a conversation at the principal office. You're quiet, he's almost pleased with himself. His excuse is, I was going for another person ¯_(ツ)_/¯

• he gets away with it. You notice his dad dotes on him, and is absolutely blind to anything Kevin does. He buys the legend of 'I brought it for biology class, because I'm used to working with my own instruments' so easily it's astonishing.

• you don't speak for a while, and Kevin doesn't say sorry. He doesn't look guilty and is equally unimpressed that other students start to avoid him even more

• but his presence is like an oil stain, you can't avoid looking. You want to get to the bottom of him, you actively put yourself in this situation. You're fifteen, edgy, you have a crush on the sexy strange bad guy.

• you catch him after classes and tell him, whatever you're feeling, you don't have to. There are good people, that are worthy of your time. You don't mean yourself, but you're trying to make him defrost a little

• for some reason, the topic of feelings triggers him, and he does the thing he would repeat several times. He gets angry, standing right in your face, hovering over with his height. He puts his face as close as possible to yours and tries to make you pee yourself.

• "how the fuck would you know how I feel? What do you know about how I feel? Tell me, how can a person like you know anything about me?"

• he doesn't apologize for slicing you because he knows he didn't mean it, hense, there's no reason to say sorry. But he sees the prospect of playing with you, and he's so bored. So, he thinks about what a normal person would do in his place. ?

• once, you go to your locker and inside, find a little bunch of field flowers, neatly tied together with a yellow thread. No note, but somehow you have ideas what it means.

• you go on to a party in one of your classmates' house. You still rock a tight bandage on your arm. The party is good. You see Kevin and he looks at you like he wants to talk. You think, this is just like one of those vampire stories. You evade your watchful friends who think you dumb for playing a heroine from the Vampire Diaries. You need to grow up, they say

• you go outside in the terrace and sit down. You drink and ask why Kevin isn't drinking

• "I never drink. It dulls the concentration"

• you tell him that what he said sounds like 'I'm not like all of you idiots'. He confirms that's the gist of most of what he says. You ask if he considers you dumb, too. Biting his tongue, he avoids replying, saying that you're 'nice'

• you keep drinking, feeling the need to master up some bravery in his presence. For what, you don't know. Finally you ask him about how he feels, since he got so angry when you assumed

• surprisingly, Kevin says,

• "angry, bored most of the time. I guess it makes me angry how boring everything is. And dumb. Sitting there at school for six hours every day to do what exactly? It's like torture"

• it's a good thing he found a toy to play with.

• he tells you about his mother, and how she broke his arm when he was little, for shitting himself, on purpose. You talk about mums, and fathers, and how you don't have a very good relationship with your parents. Kevin finds it very interesting. You tell him how your mum mostly ignores your existence because she's more preoccupied with the shattering marriage with your dad, and your dad, finds you annoying and 'too girly'. He tells you about his little sister who is so annoying, and she constantly jumps around him and nags on him. You try to explain that a little girl sees that her brother is big, and strong, and pretty, and is forming a bond. He gives one of the worst performances, but it grills you

• "Pretty?" with a suggesting smile.

• you kiss, mostly because you're drunk, and you both think about each other's background.

• you think how tragic it is, that a boy like Kevin doesn't get the love from the person a child needs the most. Think about his mum, imagine her looking at baby Kevin with hatred and disgust. No wonder he is growing up to be this unapologetic, menacing, edgy guy who brings razor to school and takes it out on others.

• you're partially wrong

• Kevin thinks about how you have daddy issues and feel unloved, unneeded, mediocre

• although everybody at school knows that Kevin Khatchadourian had cut your arm in a violent fashion, the literature teacher pairs you for a half-year assignment. You're supposed to prepare a one-hundred pages analysis of the book of your choice, complete with the presentation.

• you're actually down to such tasks as you can ramble about your favorite books for ages, but you're not sure how it'll work out with Kevin. Casual friendship, if you can call it that, is strange and non-regular; sometimes he ignores you completely in the corridors, sometimes he starts talking about history, and awful things like Unit 731, out of nowhere.

• the first time you assembled to work on the paper was at the library, and it was pretty uneventuful; even boring a little. Kevin was not in the mood, and didn't talk much, and then, after an hour and a half said he was bored, and just left.

• you remembered the kiss from the party, but Kevin acted like nothing happened. Every time, though, when you almost decided he had played you, it was like he read your thoughts, and appeared to reinforce hope in you.

• he suggested you should go to his house at the weekend, and spend the day working on the paper. His family will be away as they usually do, so

• a gut feeling told you not to go, and you really listened to it, refusing the offer. Kevin smiled with his special smile that was like blood and honey, that was very difficult to resist

• "you think I'll do something awful to you?" "Will you?"

• he had a habit of speaking more with his eyes than with his mouth. One of the reasons you were so drawn to him was, he seemed adult, on the inside. Sometimes he said things you didn't expect to hear from a fifteen-year old.

• "Only if you ask".

• you skipped this weekend, and Kevin refused to go to the library, saying he had some things to do after school. But you were free to work on the project alone, of course.

• after a week more you caved in and agreed to go to his place. The whole week he was being uncharacteristically neat, friendly and pleasant. You saw him smile at teachers and even say hi to someone from class. You wondered if he had other friends you didn't know about.

• Kevin had a massive, cool home. Both his parents were rich, but you wouldn't tell it by looking at him act. You were amazed at the interior: artsy, light, with interesting living room and shapes on the walls. Kevin was bored, unimpressed by your interest. He was slacking, stretching time not to get to work that was clearly dull to him; he showed you the bathroom, and his parents bedroom (which made you uncomfortable). As he went downstairs to make tea that he almost forced you to have, you washed your hands in the bathroom on the second floor. Going down towards the stairs, you passed his room with the door open. A song you liked very much played on his computer. You wondered.

• on the wall, you saw the picture of the family. Kevin was smiling like the happiest boy ever, and it looked like a person from another world. His parents, blonde and dark-haired, were so different. The dad, whom Kevin described as 'the dumbest creature I've met', smiled carelessly, totally satisfied with the day. His mom, on the other hand, looked exhausted. The deep dark eyes, like Kevin's, didn't have half of demonic suggestion in them, but she looked weary. She smiled like a person who was wise, and had a death wish. His little sister 'that perfect little princess who never does anything wrong', whom Kevin clearly had very mixed feelings about, had only one eye.

• while having tea in the kitchen, you asked him about his sister.

• "Oh, yeah, it happened a while ago. She poured solvent into her own eye. Mum left the bottle on the table in the open". "Why would she do that?" you were horrified, painting a picture in your head. "Well, kids are dumb", he said so nonchalantly that it sent shivers down your spine. You could understand not liking a younger, more adored sibling, but talking about how they got a disability in such an unaffected way...

• Kevin added "I was there, with her. I called the ambulance. It was go-o-ory". And he smiled.

• you had the intention of working in the living room - light, spacious, with a broad sofa and a huge coffee table. Kevin insisted that he needed to work on his laptop and it was uncomfortable to bend over the little table. You needed to go to his bedroom. Eventually, you agreed, so now, you were sitting elbow to elbow at his desk, so close that you could feel the warmth of his body.

• the first thing you noticed about his room was how minimalistic and boring it was. Nothing on the walls, clean, tidy, impersonal. The only thing on display was a wooden bow, placed against the wall, and a stack of red-feathered arrows, beautiful, hanging above.

• "Wow, do you do archery?" He was unphased, like it was a totally usual hobby. "Yeah". Whatever tickles the rich people's bum, you thought.

• Fifteen minutes into project your phone lit up. Kevin asked who's messaging you and you said it was your common classmate, Paul, who is your good friend. Kevin knew your - your common - surrounding, so he knew that Paul was a good guy, and a good friend, and also had an innocent teenage crush on you.

• "Let me see", he grabbed the phone from your hand and stretched out his arm so that you wouldn't reach. It turned into a game. You both laughed, and giggled, as you tried to get to your phone. It was half-serious, playful 'hey, don't be a jerk!' and him, watching you reach for the phone helplessly. He then threw it on his bed and, as you raced after it, gave you a little push, and you fell.

• Kevin managed to create that feeling of comfort. As he landed next to you on his bed, he pretended not to see your unease. "Come on, let me see. You know I'm nosy". You sighed, deciding that there was nothing incriminating in messages between two friends. After all, there was nothing but memes and schedule discussion in your chat. Kevin scrolled it, giggling, discussing other classmates, and soon, you were snuggled against each other, talking about everything. You showed him your gallery on the phone and he grilled you for the insane amount of pictures of Damon Salvatore.

• "Come on. Come on now, you know they manufacture those dreamy characters specifically with the accordance to the desirable image for teenage girls. They cater specifically to you, and you buy it".

• "I know! But you haven't watched it".

• A long silence with growing smiles on both sides decided the destiny of that evening. You watched the show together, bonding, discussing, talking about how stupid everything is, and how the vampiric lore cannot possibly be depicted perfectly in any movie you've seen.

• he felt so normal, so human, so warm, that you were drunk on love. You felt safe, entertained, enfatuated. You thought to yourself that maybe, this whole thing about Kevin being different, and dangerous, was a front. After all, he had to protect himself, he hadn't gotten any love at home, and he didn't really know how to act around people. You felt appreciated, understood, wholesome.

• it was already dark when you've finished watching the sixth episode, and you were both a little sleepy. As the episode was over, the screen got darker, and you realized that there was barely any light. Kevin was silent beside you; you heard him breathe calmly, but you could tell he's looking at you. Like a snake aiming for your throat and waiting for the right moment.

• as you were about to say something to discharge the situation, your phone rang. It was your mum, checking on you, and you confessed you hadn't gone through with the paper at all. You explained how boring it was, and that the whole day, you drank tea, or talked, or watched the show. She laughed at it and told you not to stay the night. Maybe she did love you after all.

• "My mum", you explained, as the light from the phone died out, as well. "She's worried about you?" "Just checking". "Checking what?" You didn't find what to say here. "Doesn't your mum check on you when you're late and not home?" "No. Usually, I'm the threat".

• somehow, you were kissing. It felt exhilarating. Scary, amazing and fast. You didn't notice how twenty minutes have gone buy, completely taken by the intensity of it. I'm in his bed, you thought, and he's kissing me. The prettiest boy in school, and the most interesting. The rest were boring, you thought, and realized, this thing you had in common. You thought majority of people, even some of your friends, boring. Kevin was the only one who made you look.

• as he went for your thighs, you shivered. "I'm not ready". "Ready for what?" he asked, jokingly. Constantly dismissing your words, as if he always wanted you to speak clearly and not mumble behind the metaphors. "I'm scared, I'm a virgin". Kevin gave you a long look. "Who hurt you?" he immediately assumed there was some dark reason for your fright. Reality was, "Nobody. I'm fifteen, I'm afraid".

• you made him promise he won't force you to anything. Even the fact that you had to make him give you his word should've been a sign. Kissing him, and making out, was the best thing that happened to you the whole year though.

• Paul was strangely cold, even rude to you the last days. Every time you tried to bring up something funny to him, he dismissed you and made himself scarce almost instantly. You could feel, although Kevin didn't openly follow you, that he watched you, like before. Sometimes you had the urge to ask him the banal 'what are we?'

• you approached him in between classes to ask what he's done to Paul.

• he wouldn't tell you 'I confronted him in the bathroom and put my razor right to his throat, making him understand who you belong to; I pushed it so hard it actually left a mark on his Adam's apple. Must have hurt. He looked like a scared puppy. I told him not to text you anymore and not to look in your direction. He ran so fast you could tell he would be a great cast for the Flash'

• he said, "Oh, I spoke to him. You were clearly annoyed by his advances, or was I wrong?" You were annoyed when you talked about it at his place. You lamented your friendship and said you found it irritateing that every guy you were actively friends with, started to fall for you.

• you didn't believe he just 'spoke' to him. You tried to call for the good in him again, but when it didn't work, decided to threat.

• "Don't do the things you'll regret later, Kevin". You tried to walk away, but he put himself between you and the whole world, hovering again, his face as close as possible. His eyes, the eyes of a snake, cold, black, menacing, asked you.

• "What things?" "You know what I'm talking about". "No, I don't. Say it". He dared you. You wanted to say 'violent things'. You remembered his face, full of cold rage, as he swung the razor at that guy in the yard. You looked at his face now, changed from the peaceful everyday mask he always wore, and suddenly it hit you. He was psychopathic. There was no other way he would be so unaffected by things, then jumping into sudden fury, then pleasant and sociable the next moment. He could stand like this for hours, it seemed, burning you down with his trying stare as if he was forcing you to show what you're worth.

• your friend broke this intense exchange by exclaiming, "wow. Get a room?" her voice was casually laughing, like, ha-ha, I'm mocking a PDA. But when you looked at her, her face was expressing concern. Her eyes didn't laugh and were fixed on you. Kevin slowly focused on her with a slight smile and then walked away, saying nothing.

• he stalked you, although you didn't know about it. Listened to your conversations, hiding in the bathroom, and stole your phone for a lesson, and then returned it into your tote bag, making you think you're absent-minded. You were entertainment to him, a goal to reach, with no prizes. He was deciding what to do with you after, in spring.

• the other weekend that you spent working on paper, the Khatchadourian house was full. The previous one, his mum and his sister were away in the countryside, and his dad worked. Now the whole family was at home, and Kevin wasn't really happy.

• his mom was excessively happy to see you, shaking your hand, and giving you a motherly hug. You read in her face that she was glad that her son was socialising.

• his dad was a big booming guy with the lumberjack energy.

• his little sister was a little angel: silky pearl hair, nice little face, only one eye. She was airy, happy, unspoiled. She was everything Kevin wasn't. He stood at the top of the stairs as his stunningly normal family swarmed you. His sister was looking at you curiously, considering the new concept: his brother's friend. She has never encountered that before. You took her little hand and something horrible stung your temples, almost like a vision. Kevin smiling with his absent, self-pleasing smile as she was on the kitchen floor, her eye bubbling, sizzling, blood and goo coming out.

• Kevin lost his patience and ran downstairs, took your hand and led you away from them, giving his mum a certain look. He refused to be served lemonade, and snacks, he just wanted to be left alone with you.

• as you entered the room, he locked the door, and you started making out immediately. The thought of his parents at home made him almost blind with excitement.

• you collapsed on the bed, kissing, rubbing against each other, panting. You were very wet, for the first time in your life for a real person. It was exalting, to desire something so much and get it immediately, to be desired back.

• he caresses the scar on your arm and kisses it. You take it as his way to finally say sorry.

• you don't know that he's never felt sorry, for anything, in his life. That he's calculating, cold, that he is only happy when it's physical satisfaction because all other is imitation. He's like a robot and he feels like a robot. To try to feel something, he used to watch the hardest porn he could find, the trashiest, goriest movies, he watched the nsfw news where the pieces of humans, chunks of meat and bones, were shown; he went to the dark web and watched snuff, and it made him feel nothing. The closest to happiness he felt when he was mildly entertained or cumming; and you were entertaining, for all the possible things he could do to you; and you almost let him cum.

• but you weren't ready for sex yet and, remembering the word he had given to you, he backed up. Building the tension was good for the eventual climax, and he would break you, he knew that, by the way you whimpered when he rubbed against you and kissed your neck.

• you finally had sex at the party once. Closer to spring, when the spirits were lifted. You snuck away from your friends who have half-way accepted that you were spending time with Kevin. You went upstairs and locked yourselves in someone's bedroom; you had been drinking for bravery because you knew what was coming. You wanted it, but you didn't know what to expect; maybe Kevin had a dragon in his pants for all you knew.

• he wasn't soft, but he was cutting the pain short. He made you feel hurt and kissed you tenderly the next second not to let you retaliate. At first, you just had to whitstand the pain, thinking it was normal. That's how it happens for the first time: the feeling of something tearing, and blood, and razor sharp pain. You were very aroused and very drunk, so even the pain ceased soon, and it was actually almost good.

• you went to the bathroom to clean yourself and cried, you didn't know why. Not like you now were a different person. You emerged, talking about the sad state of your makeup, and the room was empty.

• Kevin was downstairs chatting with a girl you didn't know, and when you tugged on his sleeve, he gave you a blind look, like he was seeing you for the first time. He was done with you, the look said. He didn't even smile anymore; he just looked tired, like you intervened in a mildly entertaining experience.

• for the rest of the month you were crushed. You didn't talk about it with friends: in fact, you lied to them that you had an argument with Kevin and never had sex. You were so ashamed to be a victim of such a simple, banal, everyday scam. You were now seeing him for what he was. Just a guy with the looks who was bored.

• you completely forgot about the project, it just came to a halt by itself

• you started alienating yourself from your friends, which wasn't too hard

• you started having lunch alone, and going to classes alone, too.

• you spent a lot of time thinking about the damn dress you wore at a party, as if it was the root of all evil that happened

• you were wallowing in the feeling of betrayal, the impotent desire to crash his face with a hammer. You were brokenhearted, being dragged down from the heavens of being special right to the pits of being played.

• after weeks of mourning your naivity, and your pure feelings for him, your past wish to awaken something good in Kevin, you felt so idiotic, perhaps even more idiotic than the stupidest person in this school. You were a laughing stock for your own self. Your pride was crushed, and your heart was broken.

• eventually you thought, well, it's schooltime. A lot of girls experience this. Maybe in fifteen years' time it will all seem like a minor failure and a useful lesson.

• right? In fifteen years?

• in the beginning of May, Kevin suddenly sat at your table at the closing of lunch. After weeks of literally no communication, dismissive, slightly surprised glances when you happened to be in his eye sight spot, he suddenly reappeared.

• "You didn't tell your friends even? Will you let me get away with it after all?"

• you looked at his face drawn with curiosity and laughter. He was laughing at you. His boyish, demonic beauty was now poisoned with the ugliness of his insides. Earlier, he was like a rare animal from the northern mountains, that was so evasive it seemed like treasure. He was mysterious, impeccable. Too good for you. Now, it was the handsomness of a used mannequin, with the paint faded. Too much blood in the smile.

• "What do you want, Kevin?"

• it's been moments after a short exchange that you felt rage in you. The rage you've been fostering this whole month. You stood up from the table and swung your arm with enthusiasm, and then landed your closed fist on his cheekbone.

• Kevin's reaction was slow, horrifying. In his eyes, you saw the immediate danger to your whole life. He didn't say anything as he rose from the chair, and you noticed his eyes scanning the yard. What if someone witnessed the punch?

• you tried to hit him again, on the shoulder, but he caught your hand, and suddenly, crushing pain sliced through your wrist. He was much stronger than you.

• this time, he approached you so decisively that for a second your only instinct was to fly, but your hand was caught up in his fist. Really, you got scared of him.

• "Never do that again", he said, as his hand took you by the back of your neck. He tilted your head back to look straight into your face, and all the possible trauma made you see the allure again. Yes, he was still laughably attractive, without even trying. He was just a walking trap, and all of your good intentions for him had just been horny.

• "Or I will snap your neck and forget about you in a second".

• the punch was good; a scarlett spot was forming on the side of his face. You were afraid to move because you could feel your wrist on the point of breaking. Such sharp pain, the third time in nine months, and the source of it, again, was Kevin.

• "Say you're sorry"

• "I'm sorry", you whimpered, "that you're such a monster who's unable to love, Kevin".

• you got ready to deal with the broken wrist and closed your eyes, expecting anything. He let go of you. "Love is a big word for you".

• you didn't know how jealous he was of Damon Salvatore.

• as the school year was drawing to an end, the school team started rehearsing

• the rehearsals were always fun; although you never even thought of getting into the cheerleaders, and you had exactly the amount of interest in basketball to understand what's going on.

• it was fun because the team consisted of all the people you knew; there was a lot of students you had good relationship with; the cheerleaders were all very easy going girls, and beautiful, at that. It wasn't like in the Mean Girls.

• and the spectators always brought pizza, or some snacks, to entertain themselves during the long, repetitive rehearsals. You liked to visit them because it was better than hanging out at home with your dysfunctional family.

• the last rehearsals were held in the evening of the 8th of April.

• as you sat there, you vaguely remembered, randomly, that it was to be Kevin's birthday soon; maybe in a week, or less. You pretended not to care, pretended to yourself.

• closer to the end of rehearsal, as people started leaving, your best friend, the one who was concerned about Kevin and even put herself in the position between you, said that her boyfriend had messaged her. She had to leave. You said goodbye and decided to wait for the end. Looking at the girls was mesmerizing; the way they did the combinations and screamed the chants. You thought it was very cool to be a cheerleader; but you weren't tall, or nimble, or beautiful enough.

• the main door was locked from the outside; probably the strings have gone bad again, and the entrance has been deemed a no go. So, your friend circled around the hall a little, tugging the doors with surprise. Finally, she found one working exit and left. As she was leaving, Khatchadourian walked into her, or rather, they ran into each other.

• "Leaving already?" he asked, with a smile. She said nothing and walked away.

• Kevin locked the door behind her. She turned around, puzzled, because her brain hadn't registered at once that Kevin was carrying a stack of arrows with him.

• As he started shooting his classmates, the swarm of people was lifted up, like an avalanche, and started making it for the entrance. The doors were locked. He repositioned, climbing up the spectator's rows, and finally had the perfect spot. From above, in the bunch of people, he saw you.

• you wondered, as all the noise left your brain, and the pale circles started pulsating in your eyes, why you didn't know earlier.

• in the moments he was swinging for someone's throat, or when he was threatening you, or when his face dropped the smile by the snap of the fingers. How do you even foresee something like that?

• you watched his face, a grimace of hatred, not indifferent anymore. He was aiming with his bare teeth, wallowing in every cry of the people he shot; the sound of arrows was almost comforting, whistling around like a seagull that passes over you quietly. Among the roar of the hall, the sound of arrows was so calming and so loud.

• you tried to group yourself, to make yourself smaller, because there were actually very few people left; seven or nine, in fact. But there was nowhere to run. Macey Walken, who ran for the side entrance, got a scarlet arrow into her back, and fell suddenly as if something pulled her. You looked at the floor, into a pool of someone's blood. Kevin was walking down carefully, between the seats, sending the arrows with accurate aim. He didn't even look like a human anymore; it was hard to describe him.

• he neutralized the three teachers first, then went for the students. Paul died in the other side of the hall in his purple and gold uniform. The cheerleader girls were running in circles, in zigzags, clearly entertaining him, moving targets. Kevin now almost approached the last group of five people, where you sat on the floor, numb with scream that never left your mouth, your legs paralyzed completely. He was killing you all one by one, from left to right. Ben, Mary, Meredith. Finally, the bow and arrow were turned towards you, mechanically.

• Kevin pulled the string and then relaxed it, keeping the arrow to himself, and moved on.

• you did manage to become the special girl after all.

#ezra miller imagine #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian imagine

[sakuraxxharu]

Hey! I loved your Kevin Khatchadourian Relationship Headcannons, and I was wondering if you could write more, but in Kevin’s way of appreciation, and affection? Thanks!

THE WAY KEVIN GIVES YOU AFFECTION AND APPRECIATES YOU | HEADCANONS

Firstly, thank you for your request. I was not really online recently so i just saw this cute request. Please don't forget, your requests always makes me happy <3.

✓Female reader (i can edit and change it if you want.)

I already wrote he is a toxic, terrible boyfriend in my other post about Kevin. Which means he will not give you affection or appreciate you easily.

I think most of us have times that we just want a warm, soft cuddling session. If you would just go and hug him or tell him you want to cuddle, he would make fun of you.

If you really want it, you must beg him.

But, if he is the one who wants affection , which is kinda rare, he will pull you to himself and just hug you from behind.

Now, let's talk about his favorite ways of physical affection. I think he would love almost everything includes hair. He loves it when he puts his head to your legs and you play with his hair. He also loves to tease you with tousling your hair. But don't do the same thing to his hair (for your sake).

He loves the nights when he lays down with you on his bed. Slightly smelling your perfume and maybe playing with your hair. When you two sleep together he will not hug you. It will be more like arms or legs slightly touching each other. There is a little touch but definitely not too much.

Sadly, i can't say too much about other ways of affection or appreciation. He lives his emotions inside so he won't tell you that you did a nice job or you are a perfect girlfriend. Probably he will treat you better when you do something he appreciates.

When he really appreciates you he will let you do something you always wanted to do with him. He will not go to cinema with you (he finds it cringy) but you can make a movie night together.

You need to do a lot even for bare minimum if you are dating with Kevin Khatchadourian. He is a poison that is killing you but you are not able to quit it. So, just drink it until the end.

#kevin khatchadourian x reader #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian #headcanons #kevin khatchadourian headcanons #thank you for requesting!

[satrryeys4eva]

.....soo ....... After basically being gone for literal years...... I'm back...sooo pls send requests for

Damon Salvatore

Aegon ii Targaryen

Oliver Quick

Homelander

Gotham! Bruce Wayne

Henry Bowers

Vance Hopper

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Kevin Khatchadourian

Miguel Diaz

Koby (opla)

Luffy (opla)

Buggy (opla)

(yandere and dark mostly pls and if you don't have a plot that's ok just send in a character, a song and a vibe!)

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[kevinshoe]

I'm NEVER gonna get over this photo

idk if I want him or if I want to be him

#kevin khatchadourian #ezra miller #the flash #the perks of being a wallflower #ezramiller

[escapismthroughfilm]

⋆˚We Need to Talk About Kevin (2011) dir. Lynne Ramsey⋆˚

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[doitmour1r]

absolutely in love with Kevin, but i'm scared of him

#kevin khatchadourian #we need to talk about kevin #ezra miller

[dazedvivenne]

KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN - BLESSED MESS

"Kevin!" Kevin's mom shouted from downstairs, "Supper!" She added while shouting.

You and Kevin could hear Kevin's mom from his room, though you weren't paying attention. "Now my hands are all sticky." You groan, wiping your hands on a paper towel on the ground.

Kevin smirks at you, "Should of just asked my mom for a towel or something." Kevin mumbles. Kevin's eyes wondering to your shirt, it was a v-cut. He could see your form of your breast since you were sitting on the floor and he was sitting on his bed.

"She's your mom." You sighed, looking up at Kevin. You place the last photo on your cardboard for your school project. "At least I get to peel the glue off my hands." You shrugged.

Kevin chuckled, "Let's go before my mom come upstairs-" Kevin was cut off by his mom knocking on the door again.

"Kevin. Is (Y/N) over?" Kevin's mom asked, standing outside Kevin's door. Waiting for him to open it, ever since she caught him jerking off she always knocks or waits for him to open the door.

"You didn't tell your mom I'm here?" You whispered angrily at Kevin. Standing up and putting your hands on your hips like and angry mother. Now looking down at Kevin.

Kevin stood up, putting his hands on your shoulders. "I still haven't talked about us to her. Go hide." Kevin demanded. His hands giving your shoulders a little shove. Licking his lips as you turned around.

You crawled under Kevin's bed, it was a tight space but you fit. You heard Kevin's door open.

"No, she's not here." Kevin clenched his jaw. Annoyed that his mom cared so much about his personal life.

Kevin's mom eyed Kevin. Then past Kevin to the project on the floor. "Are you hungry? Franklin brought home pizza." Kevin's mom inquired. Her eyes meeting Kevin's cold ones.

"No." Kevin then slammed the door in his moms face. Contemplating on wether he should lock the door or not. He decided not to.

Kevin walked over to where your feet barely peeled out under the bed. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you out from under the bed. "Get up." Kevin spoke eagerly.

You got off of the floor, standing in front of Kevin. His hand cupping your jaw, placing wet kisses all over your face. Loud, wet, kisses.

"Kevin!" You pushed him away. His eyes darkened, "I locked the door." Kevin lied, his hands touching your hips. Massaging them, "I wanna cum inside you." Kevin grunted as he kissed your jaw, kissing down to your neck.

You thought for a moment. You knew Kevin would never want to have kids, and he would probably buy you plan-b. So there was no harm done.

Kevin pushed you lightly. Your back landing on his twin sized bed. Kevin grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you closer to him. Your legs in the air against his stomach as he unbuttoned your pants.

"I'm gonna make you beg for me to stop." Kevin growled, pulling your pants off of your legs. Leaving you in your underwear and shirt. Kevin's hands grabbing the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

You quickly arched your back so he could take it off. Once it was off Kevin felt satisfied, "Your so lucky to be able to get my cum." Kevin cooed. Gently pushing some hair behind your ear.

Your legs dangling off the edge of his bed. You smiled, seeing Kevin smiling. His hand gently massaging your cheek then he gave it a harsh slap. "Such a pretty slut for me." Kevin growled. Biting his bottom lip as he unbuttoned his own pants.

You could see the huge bulge in his jeans. It scared you, yet excited you. You bit your bottom lip. Watching as Kevin's manhood sprung out of his jeans.

Kevin stroked himself, looking at your body. "Kevin!" You whisper shouted, wanting him to fuck you already.

Kevin grabbed your underwear and slide them off your legs. Pulling you close to him so he could kiss you. Kevin kissed down your stomach, giving your butterflies. His hands playing with your breast.

"Be a good girl and stay still." Kevin said between kisses. Kisses your inner thigh, then he stood back up and teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Kevin." You whined, really wanting some sort of pleasure. Kevin rubbed your clit with his cock, sliding it against the lips of your pussy. You let out a loud moan. "Shhh. Mommy will catch us." Kevin chuckled, that's exactly what he wanted. It was the only way he could present you as his girlfriend without it being awkward.

Kevin slowly slide his cock inside of you. Staying still for a moment, enjoying the savouriness of your wet, warm core.

You reached for Kevin, but you couldn't reach him. You were lying on your back with your feet on Kevin's shoulders. You grinded yourself into Kevin, he let out a groan.

Kevin roughy grabbed your hips and held them down into his bed. Bound to leave a impeccable bruise. "I said stay still. Didn't I?" Kevin husked, his voice deep but quiet. Kevin grabbed your hands with a steady grip and slammed his hips into yours.

His cock slamming into your core with a loud slap. You let out a whimper of pain and pleasure. Kevin's hips continued to thrust, grunts leaving his perfect pillowy lips.

Your breast bouncing with each slam. Your whole body began to blush. "Faster." You moaned, Kevin smirked.

"Only since you asked to nicely." Kevin said sarcastically, slowing his pace down. Making you cry out. "I'm only teasing." Kevin chuckled, quickening his pace. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping and moan and groans. Something Kevin could never get sick of.

"Thank you." You panted, with a smile. Kevin bent over and kissed your cheek. "Anything for you." Kevin whispered in your ear.

Kevin's hands now squeezing your hips, his fingernails digging into your soft flesh. "I'm gonna cum." Kevin mewled. His grunts got louder as his pleasure got higher.

"Me to." You mumbled, your hand going down to your clit. Rubbing it circularly with moans. Now usually Kevin would pull out or already of had a condom on, but today he decided to do neither.

Kevin slammed into one last time, you felt his tip twitch and liquid spray your insides. Kevin's head throw back. Your orgasm wasn't as obvious as Kevin's.

Kevin collapsed on top of you. Kissing your forehead, "Your my good girl. All mine." Kevin mumbled into your forehead. Giving it another kiss before standing up, pulling out of you.

He watched as his cum slowly dripped out of your gaping pussy. Kevin jokingly scooped some up with his fingers and put it on your lips. Kevin let out a childish giggle, something rare that you both enjoyed.

#kevin khatchadourian #we need to talk about kevin #smut #ezra miller

[starvingmedievalpeasant]

Everytime I see this fucking promo pic I think of this stupid meme so I just had to actually make it

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[kevinsbabydoll]

🏹— victoria’s secret, k. khatchadourian x fem!reader

kevin doesnt like the mall. he thinks it’s a colossal waste of time to spend hours upon hours shopping for things you don’t really need. ‘it’s mindless consumerism,’ he’ll say whenever you ask him if he wants to come shopping with you. he’ll drag along behind you, and won’t bother to mask his disgust. ‘do you really need another dress? he’d ask, ‘your closet is overflowing with unnecessary excess’ he’d say.

what he does like, however, is telling you what to buy. does he particularly care if you buy a pink dress or a blue one? not at all, but the thought of manipulating you into dressing for his personal preferences and aesthetic gets him giddy.

so he’ll come with you to try on some new clothes, even give his input here and there. and that’s why he’s standing here outside the dressing room of some clothing store he doesn’t know the name of with a look of apathy on his face. the music playing is starting to get on his nerves, so he hopes you’ll be done in here soon.

“kev?” you peek your head out of the curtain to see if he’s still there. he raises a brow and looks at you expectantly, waiting to see what you’ve picked out now. you step out and give him a shy look. you’re not sure about this one, since kevin was glaring at it particularly harshly when you had grabbed it off the hanger.

it’s a brown babydoll style top, you liked the way it accentuated your breasts, but you weren’t sure that kevin would like the colour. one look at his wrinkled brow and unimpressed expression and you can tell that you’re not going to buy it. “you don’t like it?” you ask innocently, waiting for a verbal answer.

“brown? really? that color is so dull and uninspiring...” kevin says plainly, staring at you with a look of indifference. you nod and turn back into the dressing room, “yeah… you’re right..i don’t think i’m gonna get it.” once you’re behind the curtain, kevin smiles. he likes to give you the illusion of a choice, even though he knows you’ll do exactly what he wants you to.

you look like a kicked puppy when you come out holding the discarded top. you leave it on the rack and kevin sighs once he sees your expression. “if you’re just gonna pout about my opinions, why do you keep asking for them?” he’s scowling now, and you know you shouldn’t have been so apparent, “i’m not pouting, i’m just disappointed i haven’t found any nice tops yet..” you say shyly, looking at your boyfriend’s expression.

the two of you walk out of the store, you’re carrying some bags filled with a few skirts and some flared jeans. you found out that kevin likes pink on you, since it’s pretty much the only colour of anything you’ve tried on that he hasn’t blatantly said he hated. you’re walking towards another store, but stop outside of victoria’s secret.

kevin sees your eyes light up, and he plays the role of the doting boyfriend once again. “you wanna try something on in here?” he wasn’t expecting this. you nod and lead him into the store. you walk towards a pink babydoll with a black bow around the waist, and hold it up against your body. “what do you think, kev? do you like it?” you ask excitedly. he gives you a smirk, “you should grab a few like that and try them on,” this was the most enthusiastic you’ve seen him all afternoon. (which is to say, not sulking and being slightly hurtful) you nod excitedly and grab a few more sets. your arms are full and you walk towards the dressing room.

you get undressed and the babydoll over your head, admiring how it flatters your curves and makes your breasts look perfect. with the baby pink and black, it’s the perfect combination of innocent and sexy. you’re excited to show kevin, so you unlock the door and position yourself on the doorframe. you try to pose seductively for him, but kevin thinks you look more like a baby kitten.

“look at you, all dolled up in that pretty lingerie” he teases, sliding a hand onto your waist, sliding up upwards past your breast. you feel your breath catch in your chest as your boyfriend’s face gets closer to yours. you admire his pretty face, and lean in for a kiss, but he pulls his lips away; he’s teasing you. you whine, and close the space between the two of you. his lips are slightly chapped, so you think he must’ve bitten them. you smile into the kiss and kevin pulls away, so you turn to go try on the others.

as you walk into back into the dressing room, you notice kevin following you in. before you can ask what he’s crashing his lips against yours. the door slams and he shoves you against the wall. “kev.. i thought you wanted me to try these other—”you’re cut off by a moan escaping your throat. kevin wastes no time unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his cock. the tip is flushed pink and leaking, and you figure his boner must’ve been really uncomfortable in those tight jeans of his.

you should’ve known that this was a bad idea, you can tell just by the way he’s looking at you that you’ll be screaming his name. you’re pressed up against the mirror and kevin has a hand around the fabric covering your tummy. he pushes his cock inside you, making you moan. his hips are snapping into yours roughly and you’re trying not to scream his name in the middle of the store.

“oh god, kevin…!” you moan, “we’re in public…” kevin doesn’t seem to care, as he only thrusts harder. “yeah, so you better keep your mouth shut,” he growls into your ear, and bites your earlobe. kevin’s cock kisses your cervix; you start feel overwhelmed with pleasure, and the coil in your tummy is about you unravel. “oh god! kev.. ‘m gonna cum…” you moan, trying to keep your voice down. the shameful thought of one of the employees catching you and kevin fucking in the dressing room is enough to push you to orgasm. you’re worried about the babydoll getting ruined, but kevin shows a level of uncharacteristic restraint.

he enjoys the lingerie. usually, kevin prefers you wear nothing at all, but there’s something about seeing you in the lingerie that makes him feel something deep in his gut. it reminds him of your innocence. he finishes in you with a soft whimper. you feel his cum fill you up and he leans on your shoulder for a brief moment.

you take a deep breath and look at kevin. “i can’t believe we just did that” you whisper with wide eyes. he smirks at your expression and pulls his pants back over his hips. he walks out coolly without saying a single word. you get dressed again and head out of the dressing room. you decide you’re gonna get all of the lingerie you picked out, even though you didn’t try the other ones on. you walk with kevin to the till and give the cashier all of the garments.

“oh.. i dunno if i’m gonna have enough for all of these..” you frown once the cashier rings them all through and you see the total of $250. you’re trying to decide which ones to keep and which ones to put back when kevin speaks up.

“i’ll get them for you,” he smiles with faux chivalry, pulling his credit card out of his jeans pocket. the cashier takes it and starts to bag your lingerie once its all been paid for. “kevin, i didn’t know you had a credit card..” you say dumbly as he throws an arm around your waist loosely. you take the bag from the cashier and begin to walk out of the store. “i don’t,” he smirks at you and pockets eva’s card. as you’re leaving, kevin decides that maybe the mall isn’t that bad.

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