2~weeks

scrawny unwashed edgelord who thinks watching gore makes him cool and if he had the chance would lurk on 4chan and other forums for chuds

All he’s gotten from puberty is acne and ass hair so hes insecure about looking like a scrawny middle schooler so he makes up for it by being a little miscreant asshole

He wants to be intimidating and cool so he got his nose stud to look edgy and listens to mainstream grunge/alt rock from the time but he also thinks the real alternative kids at his school are losers and makes fun of them

His parents are also pretty rich like Kevin’s but he has that denying he’s rich complex and thinks it’s cool to disrespect his parents and pretend he’s from the hood

Also here’s some vague face claims

This is a Kevin Khatchadourian roleplay/gimmick blog (Following canon plotline)

Feel free to send asks, just nothing too weird

Mod is an adult

✚ — pairings: kevin khatchadourian x m! reader

✚ — cw: 18+, frottage, degradation, dirty talk, hair pulling, teasing, spitting, cursing, overstimulation, making out, rough sex

✚ — a/n: shout out to @lauve-laise for telling me to write smut when horny u da goat

✚ — wc: 1k

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One, two, three, four, five? Six? Seven orgasms? You didn’t know. You didn’t know what number orgasm, nor did you know how much time had gone by. All you had known was that Kevin’s promise–of only giving you two orgasms–was a white lie before he pounced on you, caging you beneath him on your own bed. Lying in front of him now with cum covering your bitten chest, your hands weakly pushed against his bare, bony chest, trying to pry him off before settling on the bedsheets to hold onto instead.

Kevin’s heavy, naked body settled atop your own with a muffled whine, his fist closing in on your overstimulated dick. He slowly dragged his hips against you, his free hand settling tightly on your hip. You felt yourself jolt upon the delicious contact of his cock and your own, an uncontrollable, high-pitched whine ripping out of your throat. Your white grip on the dilapidated sheets faltered; your mouth hung open.

“A-ahh—n…no more, kev!–”

Unrelenting, Kevin only rutted faster against you in response, his thumb trailing up to rub harsh circles against your hypersensitive tip, eager to pull more cum out of you. The tip of his thumb dug hard into the groove of your hard, engorged dick, turning the interior of his palm wet and slippery with your slick. Leaving a red indentation, his free hand left your hip and settled around his own cock, driving it against your own in messy, uptight rolls.

“Tch… no. You can–hn…” a sweet, uncharacteristically pathetic moan ripped out of his throat. “–cum one more time…”

You sobbed out, your hips twitching against his every time they painfully rolled against you. Your body throbbed, and your dick hurt. It hurt so bad, you didn’t want to cum again. You could feel Kevin’s every move and rub of his thumb so deeply and so strongly in your cock– his ruthless movements gradually growing more fluid and slippery as both of your cocks dripped beads of pre-cum, leaving a small pool of slick where your rigid, aching balls lay.

Too much. It was too much, and you didn’t feel as if you could cum anymore. You could only mumble nonsensically, locking eyes with Kevin’s cruel, unrelenting ones. You breathily moaned Kevin’s name out over and over, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Your tear-filled eyes eventually lost focus, shifting to the ceiling. How interesting the fan overhead looked to you now. After the last 2 orgasms, Kevin couldn’t get anything out of you but a few weak spurts.

“Can’t–can’t–ah! ‘Kev… it hurts… My dick hu–”

Pulling you out of your trance of pleasure, Kevin’s slick, dirty hand lands a harsh slap on your cheek, sending a painful, delicious jolt to your groin. His dirty hand grabbed you by the face, squishing your face together in a ridiculous puckering manner. He leaned close; his hips continued to gyrate against your own in time before closing the distance between your lips with a wet, messy kiss. With your annoying whining finally effectively silenced, he leaned back after a full minute of breathily making out, keeping his face a mere inch away from you.

Kevin held your gaze while he spit on his dirty thumb before bringing it up, pushing it past your lips. Your lips wrapped around his thumb obediently, lapping up his saliva. He loved it. He loved you. The more you continued to whimper, the further he wanted to go, to see just how far he could push.

“C-come on, stop lying, you slut. I know you can give me one more. Be an obedient boy, okay? J-just this one and I’ll let you rest.”

You frantically nodded once his thumb left your lips, perching on the red, angry tip of your dick once more. Your toes twitched, and you could hardly feel your legs. Yet despite that, your body remained responsive and obedient to him as he continued to play with you, as he lewdly called it.

“Haah, oh! o-ohh!”

It was soon, and Kevin could feel it coming. He ground his dick against yours, growing more and more desperate. You moan out, really crying now. Drool seeps past your lips, and your thighs clench beneath the weight of Kevin. Your hard dick limps painfully, having truly nothing left to give. He doesn’t allow you escape, rubbing increasingly quick circles against your tip, the base of his dick meeting against yours in time. Kevin thinks you’ll continue to whine like a whore in his ear, but the sight in front of him leaves him surprised.

Your hips come up in weak, broken thrusts, trying to match his own. Your trembling hand finds his cock, pumping him up and down frantically. More tears draw past your eyes, and your mouth falls open. You drag your face close to his. Kiss, kiss, kiss. How bad you wanted to kiss Kevin. To be close to him, and feel his tongue against yours.

“Kev… wanna kiss. Kiss me, K-kevin…”

He scoffed but leaned forward nonetheless, his lips messily meeting your kiss-bitten ones. You both moaned into each other’s mouths, drool running down the sides of your mouths. His hands left your crotch, entangling in your messy hair. He tugged harshly. Once. Twice. Three times, his hips rolled against yours in one final rhythm before you both followed a shared bliss together. Ropy jets of cum pulled out of Kevin’s cock, painting your dick, abdomen, and his own. You let out a high-pitched sob, your pulsing cock spurting out a heavy, clear liquid. Kevin’s dick continued to release a few weak spurts before eventually letting up.

You collapsed back onto the bed, panting his name with a strained expression as you caught your breath. You stared up at him, then down at your crotch where both of your cocks connected, each of your release painting eachother’s bodies.

The shadow of a shit-eating grin played on Kevin’s lips, his thumb teasingly rubbing your oversensitive tip. You jolted, quickly smacking his hand away.

“Get off of me, you dick.”

I thought this book would be mainly plot based- all I knew of it was that it was a movie too- but I was pleasantly surprised by the character depth

I like books that confront taboos. In this case, a mother who dislikes her child, who doesn't have the maternal instinct when it comes to him even though she feels she should. Her reflection on her body when they're trying to have a child is uncomfortable too- her breasts start to remind her of a cow's udders, she feels expendable, nothing is a private affair for her now ("You're eating for two now"), her body is not hers

Nature or nurture? What made him do it? A little bit of both.

The author is very good at fleshing out characters and their habits and their feelings. There's an excellent understanding of people behind her writing, it's very observant.

Good writing means being honest, and I find that in this book.

snippets

"His sole ambition is obscurity, because Giles associates any scrutiny with being found wanting." (Giles is a minor character, but even he feels realistic. The effect of the pressure to live up to their martyred father, to fill the spot as man of the house)

"No offspring could replace you. But if I ever had to miss you, miss you forever, I wanted to have someone to miss you alongside, who would know you if only as a chasm in his life, as you were a chasm in mine." (This part gave me chills for some reason. To bring another life in to the world just to subject them to the same hollowness as you. Misery loves company, I guess.)

"...I was beginning to intuit that full blown maturity was not so very different from childhood. Both states in their extreme were all about following the rules."

When Franklin stops drinking when she's pregnant- "However admirable, your eagerness to give your life over to another person may have been due in some measure to the fact that when your life was wholly in your lap you didn't know what to do with it."

✚ — pairings: kevin khatchadourian x reader

✚ — cw: dark con! divorce, depression, dead animals, harassment, bullying, sexual coercion, isolation, use of nicknames like “whore”

✚ — a/n: read pt1 here. fuck i need to work on my actual fanfics

✚ — wc: 1.1k

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Friend! Kevin, who is becoming the only one who notices. Small details that your friends overlook. You come into English looking exhausted, and he casually says, “You didn’t sleep,” based on your slumped shoulders and the fact that you've rubbed your eyes at least 9 times during class. He wonders what it could have been. Surely not the project on Macbeth, as you were close to finishing the presentation. How understood he could make you feel, all while you’d have to greet your friends first before they could even acknowledge you.

Friend! Kevin, who rushes to work with you when the teacher asks you to get into pairs. When another one of your friends points out that they were going to work with you, he simply grins, “You weren’t fast enough.” It plays like a joke, and you reluctantly laugh along with everyone else.

Friend! Kevin, who’s started to hang out at lunch and walk you to class. No longer having to worry about mentally chasing your friends just to understand what they were gossiping or joking about, you feel almost delighted! Maybe things are better with one person than a large group of people, you muse.

Friend! Kevin, who silently praises you when you casually slip that you had cancelled plans with your other friends during lunch. He quickly changes the subject before you have time to think about what he meant.

Best friend! Kevin, who starts using the same humor and sarcasm as you a few weeks later. Oh, how happy you are! He’s finally opening up! And you were right, after all. He understands you, and you truly do have a few things in common! Your humor, music, and sleep schedule… He even seemed to have a fondness for bunnies, just as you did. Sure, he’d unnerve you at times, but that was probably nothing, just as him randomly listening to the same music as you weeks later.

Best friend! Kevin, who pats your shoulder and comforts you once you break down crying one day after school, after you had confided how hard things have been both at home and school. Your parents are divorcing, and your friends dropped you! All you have is Kevin left, and oh, how sweet he was. You knew you didn’t make a mistake in befriending him.

Best friend! Kevin, who takes his jokes a little too far. Should you call him out on it? You don’t know. You’re worried he’ll stop hanging out with you, and you don’t exactly have anyone left. But what are you supposed to do after the stunt he had pulled during break yesterday? Maybe you shouldn’t have airily told him about one of your ex-friends’ fears of heights, had you known he’d end up leaving her backpack on the school roof. How he got up there was a mystery to you, but you were more focused on her genuine panic attack trying to get it down. But true friends call each other out, right? So of course you tentatively mentioned it while walking to class with him, only for him to laugh, “I thought exposure therapy was supposed to work.”

Best friend! Kevin, who invites you over after you miss the bus, and it starts to rain hard. You felt a twinge of pity towards his little sister, Celia, when he shoved her off of him with an insult upon arrival. His mom greeted you with a distant smile, and you followed him upstairs and into the emptiness of his neat, bare-bones room. You sat on his tiny bed and stared out the window while he quietly repaired an old radio on his desk. Was he always this quiet, or did you not know him as well as you believed? The sound of thunder from outside shook the window, causing you to jolt. You don’t have time to reflect on his artificial personality before he hovers over you, pulling the curtains together.

Best friend! Kevin, who’s truly found it all now. After inviting you over for the fourth time in the same week, he takes the chance to flip through the notebook you abandoned on his bed once you ran off to the bathroom. He already knew what a pitiful person you were and the problems you had to deal with at home. But to think that you’d sleep with someone because you were too compelled to say no, and let people cheat off of you? What a whore you are, he thinks. How much you had objected, grabbing him by the collar. But oh, all Kevin needed to do was to threaten you a little, and you’d apologize with panic.

Best friend! Kevin, who’s become the default. The moment you get good news, he’s always messaged first. Not your parents or anyone else. But it was only because he was most familiar, or so you told yourself. He’s so mean sometimes, but also so intimate! How well he had known you, and your idiosyncrasies. Plus, you were pretty much stuck together now, whether you liked it or not, and you didn’t exactly want you sleeping with someone to get around, not that you believed Kevin would tell anyone. But you’d learn to live with it, you told yourself.

Best friend! Kevin, who could pick up your opened phone and look through it anytime, and you wouldn’t bat much of an eye. It starts with checking your notebook or phone, but now he has your passwords and a replica of your house keys. Your father hates his guts and complains about him starting to visit whenever he pleases, yet you defend him so much. It was only natural, though. Your father only chose to give a shit about you because of Kevin meddling in your life. He understands that your relationship runs deeper than your rocky one with your own parents.

Best friend! Kevin, who doesn’t correct your classmates when they tease you or assume you’re dating. “But you’re always together,” Other classmates would say. You’d only laugh and awkwardly wave the jokes off, all while Kevin would remain silent.

He knows you won't say no. You can’t exactly, and you feel as though you don’t really want to. Because he’s all you have, and he could easily make your life miserable. It happens on an average weekend after watching him shoot arrows into a flock of bluejays. Ten, you had counted. Ten, he had killed. Was this even legal? He sips on a root beer, and you stare down at the stiff corpses of the birds while sitting on his bedroom floor before he simply proposes to date. No romance or flowers, but presenting it like a practical decision. But he brings you warmth sometimes, and he understands you, even if he's a little difficult. You couldn’t deny Boyfriend! Kevin.

thoughts on Kevin Khatchadourian’s disordered eating habits

using clips from the movie but with further elaboration in the novel. Go read the book if you want to see more on what I’m talking about because it’s a lot clearer in there.