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I like stories where a normal human child is being raised by a sinister supernatural being who is totally malevolent except when it comes to their kid. Those are so much better than the “kids are scary” changeling type horror movies.
Like a perfectly well-adjusted well-mannered friendly child that is like “This is my dad, Surazal. He comes out of the mirrors in dark rooms. He makes really good blood pudding but he’s bad at playing catch. Most people can’t see his corporal form but I can because he says I have special eyes.”
“Mom says that you can stay over but you have to promise not to leave my room between midnight and 1 am. You can play Mario Cart with me! But you have to knock on every closed door in the house before entering just because dad might be in there and if you look upon his visage without drinking the holy fruit juice, you might go crazy or something. Also dad is really excited I have a new friend and he’s going to to make hardtack and mystery stew for us! You’ll love it!”
In high school the kid gets a friend that is an amateur demonologist who initially befriends them in hopes of exorcizing their house but ends up becoming buddies with Surazal too because they crave parental affection.
Surazal stands at the end of the vast dark hallway and says “You Too Have Special Eyes, Little One. You Can See Me Without Being Taken By The Madness. Within You, I Sense Great Turmoil And Sadness. In My Younger Years, I Would Have Exploited The Sadness As Weakness In Your Very Soul. I Would Have Worn Your Skin Like A Mask And Run Through The Village Streets, Supping Blood From Every Man I Encountered. But Now I Have No Use For Woe. Perhaps You Would Like To Watch Beetlejuice In The Family Room With My Daughter While I Prepare Cupcakes. I Am Sensing You Have A Fondness for Red Velvet.”
Adults dating adults is not a problem. Like I'm 22 and if I wanna date a 50yo that's my prerogative
you'll turn 30 someday, and then feel grossed out by the concept of dating even a 22 year old, realizing how huge the chasm is between those life stages.
and then you'll think of it again in a few years, and again. the more time goes by, the more you feel like college-aged kids really do seem like "kids". and then you'll be 44, and the idea of men your age dating girls as young as 20 will make you nauseous, because they'll mostly look like kids to you. in appearance, but even moreso in behavior.
middle-aged men (particularly famous men) consistently dating women as young as possible without being illegal is not a situation of "adults dating adults", it's a pattern in a pedophilic society that says that 18 year old girls are the hottest and most desireable, women are old when they turn 26, and it's "totally normal" for men to lust after girls who are young enough to be their biological children
please re-prioritize why you felt the need to justify a celebrity's pattern of dating women who are barely even old enough to drink, to me, a person who is not your friend.
WARNING(S) ⋆ handjob, light religious undertones, corruption kink + jewellery kink ✰ mc is gender-neutral, no explicit mentions of breasts or sex
SUMMARY ⋆ corrupting kevin moon was probably one of the best things you’ve ever done
PAIRING | WC ⋆ sub! kevin x gender-neutral! reader ✰ ꒰ 0.6K ꒱
KRITI’S NOTE ⋆ i’m FINALLY FUCKING FREE!! tbh this is a bit rushed but ‹𝟹 k e v i n m o o n ‹𝟹 ✰ [ KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ]
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kevin squirmed under your touch — he was new to this — your skilful touches and darkened eyes.
his clothed dick pulsed with lust and with each passing second, he was about to break his good boy facade. he briefly imagined disobeying your orders but he immediately rejected it. he was kevin moon, the good boy.
be good for [name]. be good for [name]. those were his recurring thoughts as you slowly pulled off his boxers, giving his dick featherlight touches. he knew you were blatantly teasing him and he hated it.
‘touch me properly…’ his voice was whiny, edged with desperation. ‘please,’ his eyes were wide and shame started to colour his cheeks pink. he quickly apologised after you locked gazes but you quickly silenced him.
pressing a finger to your lips, kevin hastily nodded, understanding the rules. you trailed your eyes down his body as a faint smile played on your lips.
you thought he couldn’t get any cuter with his compliance but when you seen his jewellery — you almost melted on the spot. a silver belly chain decorated his stomach and his smooth abs… you daydreamed about leaving marks and ruining him.
you wanted to corrupt him. it was that simple. you wanted to wash out that glowing light of his with a devilish red. boys like kevin moon were the easiest to mess with.
a hiss escaped kevin’s lips when you suddenly gripped his dick, thumbing the veins. you were sick of his silence, you wanted to fill the room with his soft pleas and breathy moans.
‘you’re adorable, kevin.’ hearing his own name from your voice already had his heart thrumming in elation in his chest. ‘you know, i wasn’t planning on fucking the cute guy from my art class today but…’ you lubed his dick up before swaying your hand back and forth on his dick.
‘i guess you’re an exception.’ you were rewarded with his quiet gasps and you already craved for more louder and frequent moans.
he was a sweet addiction.
kevin’s head fell further back into the clean sheets, his eyelids fluttered shut as he immersed himself in this new found euphoria. he wanted stop himself from making these embarrassing noises but hearing your quiet ‘fuck, you sound amazing,’ kept him going.
he knew everything about this was wrong; you had just got out of a relationship and you pleasuring him before marriage was a straight up sin. but yet he still craved this, he was enjoying it.
maybe he was a bad boy after all, maybe he was a tainted angel.
you rotated your wrist while you continued to pump him with more power, leading to a volume increase in kevin’s moans and curses. dizzying desire grew in your stomach as you focused on making him cum. you could tell he was close.
‘mmh, are you gonna cum for me, pretty boy?’ you cooed and he vigorously nodded, fingers fumbling with the bedsheets, prepping himself for his high.
kevin’s final push over the edge were your wet neck kisses. feeling the brush of your lips against his skin paired with your hands, he came within a matter of seconds.
seeing kevin unravel right before your eyes had you hungry for more. his back arched and his dick was now red with sensitivity. you guided him through his orgasm, telling him to let everything go.
you wanted to milk out every last drop.
after kevin came down from his high, you playfully touched him again, letting your cum covered fingers slide up and down his dick. he jolted in oversensitivity, he opened his mouth to speak until your low voice had him entranced again.
‘how many times do you think i can make you cum, sweetheart?’