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Wasian Male Writes 4 Gato

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well guess who deleted their entire fucking BTD blog on accident yeah this guy hardy har har FUCK YOU

Intro

My name is Kenzo and I write for BTD, YKMET, TPOF, and TINR. Won't write for Akira and the other snake guy cause they're ugly. I take any request of any kind. Under 16 dont talk to me? other than that I don't care

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  Null's Lawrence Oleander Headcanon Space

Hello all, I am Null. I have been wanting to do one of these for a long time, so today seemed the right day to write some of my personal musings about Lawrence Oleander from boyfriend to Death, a murder themed sensual game series. While they are headcanons, yes, I would like you all to know that I like to create my headcanons of anything by analyzing the character and trying to keep it close to canon as possible.

    Last to inform, I do not plan on doing a headcanon post for any other character-- including the Gatoverse. This is primarily because Lawrence is almost the only character in the franchise that caught my eye, thus me spending more time trying to analyze him, going through Gatobob's old tumblr posts to find anything related to him.

    With all these being said, lets start.

It is a common knowledge that Lawrence doesn't like getting into showers, but one thing would be an exception about his personal hygiene: that is his fingers. Lawrence likes using his hands a lot, thus they may not be the prettiest in form: full of sores, hardskinned and full of scabs(after all, he does spend time with dirt by scracthing it, taking care of plants, etcetera.) While he doesn't mind his hands, I believe he always keeps under his fingernails clean because he likes the seeing dirt coming off. Sort of how he got his tattoos done, cleaning them makes him feel like he's lifting up all the awful things he did, but don't want to remember.

On occasion, he has the "haunting stare", especially at night when he hears a voice he considers not from nature. His eyes are generally very pigeonish usually, with cornea a color between orange and beige, black dots all over it: And his iris is generally seen as all black until a light catches into them, turning into pale blue. What specifically his haunting stare establishes to other people is his outer iris: cornered by a very small section of blood red. This is most noticable when he opens his eyes fully and that is when most people see the outer corner, truly looking horrifying and unreal for them.

Coming onto his work life, his collegues aren't scared of him--more like a confusion is on their heads. "Does he even sleep or eat at all?" "What is with his body?" "He barely even talks and I never see him outside--does he even have a life?" Everybody is busy at the work but the thoughts keep crossing on their minds time to time, with Lawrence noticing them. He notices how odd they find him but tries to ignore it, brushing it all of by telling himself they don't even have the capacity to understand.

Lawrence has ritualls all crreated by himself, but not in a black magick way, no. It's basic signs he gives off to himself to remind. to feel. to gather. Such as tapping his shoulders three times to remind himself he is still here, in this body, in this exact moment. He likes to spin around while carressing his withered flowers to offer them a last ceremony, to make sure they don't hate him. That's the minimum for him. He doesn't give much thought to these beliefs he has: his head is busy enough trying to find signs all over the things around him. If anything is there, it is a symbol-a signoff, a telling to him. He just needs to understand.

Besides the "haunting stare", which he does often, he has(he is quick to be afraid and turn into defense mode) he also has the drunken eyes look. Sunken eyes, deadpan iris, and slightly puffed and chapped lips. When he is on break he's usually on this state, coworkers questioning if he is sleeping with eyes open or not.

Regular throat ick. He tries to clean his throat but it just hurts more. Low pinching sounds done by him very often.(This state of him is usually because of drug abuse)

Last for this post, I belive he is schizotypal. I may explain this later on throughly.

    

Here are these for now, thank you for reading all the way down here. As I've mentioned, I like my headcanons close to canon as possible, so informing me your own analyzations and what could be different would be appreciated. I also wish to delve onto his past headcanons less-chained and more free. If you would like to see those too please let me know.

    Lastly, I hope my writing style is not god-awful--English is not my native language, and this is the first time I am writing something this descriptive in this language.

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I don't understand people who make content for Lawrence and then deliberately strip him of his mental illnesses or disabilities for their own comfort. That's like saying you love the taste of apples, but you carve out the flesh and only eat the skin and stem

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Lawrence Oleander Headcanons p.3

another one p1. p2. I just really fucking love this guy

Has a stutter but gets worse when he's nervous, as does all. His stutter is different, though, and it's usually him accidentally saying something much louder than he intended and quickly fixing it, less than him not being sure of his words.

Lawrence doesn't really have a filter or anything, and he's used to people not hearing his mumbling, so words slip out almost like he's on autopilot

Typically Lawrence won't get too annoyed by people asking him to speak up, as he's used to it. It might get irritating if it happens too much though

specific words in his vocabulary will blend together in sentences sometimes.

The warmest part of his body is his belly. The coldest are his hands and ears

I don't think his apartment stays dirty for long. It gets dirty pretty easily and fast, but he's pretty on top of cleaning up. Sleeping in a dirty room makes him feel bad

Really tolerant in every sense but touch. For example, he doesn't like loud noises, but if something loud was happening nearby, he'd be able to tune it out really easily. He can handle spicy food really well and he's not sensitive to smells. In trade of this, the lightest touches can send Lawrence off

Sometimes he'll pick at his own skin repeatedly just because he likes the smell of healing flesh... If that makes sense

He's curious by his nature, so, he probably knows what a lot of things taste like. This is vague on purpose

When it comes to trying new foods he can be a bit experimental. This is because while there are foods he likes and dislikes, all food for him at it's base value is nutrition, so he could care less about taste. He will get disappointed if a food he was looking forward to trying is not as good as he hoped it would be, though.

Other than that, he stays with both feet planted in his comfort zone.

He keeps his hair tied back because it sometimes snags on things at work or gets in his mouth and eyes. If it's down though, he's almost always playing with it

Takes good care of his hair, specifically, and probably owns a few products he dedicates to his hair routine. He likes the way it feels in his hands, all soft and smooth.

Has crushed a squirrels head in his hand before

He likes soups. On the rare occasion he cooks for himself, it's almost always soup

And he's pretty good at baking. This is because he often makes edibles.

Has eaten weed straight up before?

Constantly unsure, feels like he's always doing something he's not supposed to. He can remind himself that he doesn't care and snap out of it if it gets too bad, though.

Sometimes, Lawrence can crave audio Overstimulation. Like putting on his headphones and listening to music that has no 'gaps' in it, if that makes sense. But because of that lingering feeling of criminality, he won't keep headphones on for too long.

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I understand the rave about Lawrence asking whoever he's with to play dead , but what do you guys think about some one who wants him to play dead ? Someone who wants to do everything he wants, but to him ?

My view on Lawrence and the way he feels about things is not ... it's solid , but it's not , in a way ? I can't decide on one thing or other because , for example , this , I ... I feel like he would like this , somebody who has something in common with him ( specifically with him because this is a rare occurrence ), but at the same time I feel like he would hate not being in control of the situation , and if somebody tried to molest him like this he would freak the fuck out and attack them

maybe I just need to study his character more ? can somebody give me their take on Lawrence and this please

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Had this crazy ass dream where Komodo and Dragon were after me but not in the murder-y way but trying to get me to date them?? ALSO THEY WERE CHASERS??? 😭

(Idk i just needed to share this experience to someone..💔)

always something up with you and the other.. two Dragon and Komodo fans LMAO

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so about those komododragon headcannons...

gotchu

Komodo/Micheal and Dragon/Jason Relationship HCs

General, Erotic. P.1

General

To be dating Micheal and Jason you gotta be some sort of fucked up get real

I'm talking like into some hardcore weird shit. Gross stuff too

speaking of weird shit they don't give a fuck what you look like or what your gender is as long as you're into the same stuff as them

to be fair you prolly met at some sort of underground shitty metal venue

And to navigate a relationship w/ three people gotta be kinda difficult? so if you wanna date them u can't be too clingy or dependent. It just wouldn't work

Speaking of stuff like that none of you are more dominant out of the three of you. Dominance is shared equally! so are funds!

Jason probably spends the most money out of the three of you. Not because he has an impulsive buying issue or anything, he just happens to buy expensive stuff a lot. Useful stuff, though. Either that or tickets and band merch

Micheal is definitely the better cook out of the three of you. 10/10 type shit. But it's funny though, he doesn't really like cooking all that much

Jason's better with physical affection than Micheal. Not that Micheal's bad at it, Jason's just better when it comes to making people melt in his hands.

They both probably do their own fair share of drugs hard and soft and they'd push you to do some too but nothing too intense I guess

But mainly its weed. Their go-to, but they try not to smoke too often so the effects don't get dulled

PDA is not off the table. Not something they instinctively do, but if it happens it's not a bother

Erotic

When I mentioned humiliation in p.1, Hm.... Jason's crazy strong, so, not only does this include dirty talk but this also includes putting you or/and Micheal in crazy ass positions. Whether he's holding you full Nelson or tying your calves to your ankles you're exposed from every angle

Jason doesn't sub. Micheal doesn't care but he's intense either way

Jason loooves physical contact. He's grabbing you and holding you and touching you 24/7. He has restraint though, so if he's in a position where he can't touch you it's not the end of the world.

the only time he'd willingly want to put you or him in that position though is again, gloryholes

To get Micheal to want to sub you'd have to tease some pretty brutal stuff. Cut him up, don't be gentle, rough him around and then he'll be in the mood for it. Sometimes that's not enough, though.

Neither Jason nor Micheal are the possessive type, but they do like flaunting one another off. Exhibitionism is not an issue.

Jason has a Twitter account that he posts clips of you guys fucking on. Just because

Micheal also likes to recreate album covers and porn videos he's seen if they're tame enough not to kill somebody.

Also he buys a bunch of bullshit aphrodisiacs at gas stations and on Amazon and shit and tests them on you guys. Or himself.

Having sex with them... You'd have to have high stamina, be able to come a few times. Whether this be both of them together or separate. Quickies aren't really a huge thing between you guys. If you're gonna fuck, get comfy, cause it's gonna be a while

ts kinda short mb I'm shooting straight blanks right now

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Cleaned all my shitposts up if u want my sideblog find me at Anotherkenzoblog

js wanna keep this blog 4 writing sorrryyyy... and maybe gatobob related content....

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Lawrence Oleander w/ Male Reader

Lawrencee uuuuuh peeing himself.

Shaky, clammy hands flutter up the sides of Lawrence's waist, fingertips trembling so lightly against his skin that it feels like, sometimes, they're barely there at all— yet, he cant stop the way the muscles in his tummy clench and convulse at almost every pass.

His hands and ankles are bound tight with duct tape, now no longer sticky and all wrinkled from him wringing his sweaty fist together and wringing his feet. He tries to kick his legs, but your weight on top of him proves it useless. The thought occurred to duct tape his mouth as well in case he started shouting at you, but he's been completely silent the whole time, letting only little grunts and noises of irritation slip from his lips.

He's a sight to behold, and he's completely at your mercy. He has been, for the past few hours or so. But in reality you haven't done much to him besides touching him and making him drink whatever liquids you can acquire without wasting too much time. Leaning down, you press your lips against his navel, dusted with soft blonde hair that trails up his belly and disappears down into his sweatpants.

You lavish attention on his navel, one palm pressed flat above his belly button, the other stroking his hip, your lips and tongue pressed to his sensitive skin. He smells of sweat and dust and a little bit of wet grass. He hasn't showered yet tonight.

"Do you feel like you need to pee yet?" You reach down to grope at Lawrence's half-chubbed cock, his arousal betraying the disgust that he truly feels. your other hand, once pressed flat to his abdomen, now slips down lower to lightly press at his bladder. Lawrence doesn't answer, and is instead staring at you, his nose scrunched and eyes wide in a look of utter resentment,

"No?" You sigh, your lips fluttering against his belly. "That's... That's okay. sooner or later." You press your cheek flat to his navel, soaking up his warmth.

Lawrence is irritated, obviously so. He's not the world's biggest fan of getting tied (duct taped?) up and and forced to piss himself. It's hard, too, to do such a thing— even though he needs to pee. Cup after cup of tea and water and juice and alcohol is swelling inside him, and he can feel that weird, distant, nearly pleasurable feeling in his bladder.

Everything within him feels so sensitive now. He's so irritated, so on edge that he can't help but hyper focus on every little physical sensation purely as a stress response. He can feel your hard cock grinding against his clothed leg, each drag of your tongue along his Adonis belt, your palm pressing flat to his bladder and the way he convulses and grunts in response.

You let out an airy little breath, demeanor shifting into something much more excited. "I knew it," You murmur, pressing further onto his bladder. "I knew you had to go soon. S'okay, you can. I won't be mad at you,"

Your words are slurred against the flesh of his navel, now slightly damp with your drool, messy and wet from repeatedly pressing sloppy kisses to kiss pale skin. You run the flat your tongue along his happy trail, chuckling when he twitches in response, instinctively clenching his thighs and bringing them up to shield himself from your assault, but it doesn't get him very far.

"It'll feel good. When you finally let go, I mean." Lawrence's eyebrows pinch together at your words, and he has to grit his teeth to stop himself from just... shouting, at you. Not words, just shouting. "It'll be warm and that pressure that's building up inside you—" You tap at his full bladder, "—Will finally release itself. Just let go, trust me,"

Internally, Lawrence scolds you for acting as if he isn't familiar with how his own body works. He's pissed millions of times, obviously, and he's held it in for almost as long as you've made him just now a few times, too. He knows how relieving it feels to finally be able to use the restroom. He wants to hit you for being so condescending.

He also wants to hit you for not letting him shower before you did all this. He knows it's something you're particularly interested in—His smell, that is— but some part of his mind is nagging at him about how it's unfair you get to shower and brush your teeth and get comfortable but he doesn't. How you're drowning in bliss, damn near cumming in your pants, but he's nothing more than agitated and maybe stimulated but only by the attention you're lavishing on his abdomen.

Lawrence is ripped out of his thoughts when you take flesh between teeth, nipping hard enough at his tummy to sting and make him flinch. You soothe the bite with your tongue, before pressing your lips to his skin and sucking— pulling off after a moment with a wet 'pop', a dark purple hickey, slightly slicked with saliva, now where your lips once were. You repeat this process once, twice, thrice— he has a lapse in focus and loses count— until his tummy is littered with purple and pink and red. All the while, your left hand continues to press firm on his bladder.

You're practically massaging his bladder now, pressing and kneading and smoothing your palm up and down over his flesh. your other hand strokes his upper side, fingertips just shy of his armpit. You lightly rake your nails down his ribs before pressing your palm flat to his side once more.

You're whispering something inaudible against his skin. Once more, you palm his bladder, and that's when he breaks.

Lewd and wet warmth spreads from between his cock, to his thighs, to the bed sheets, once dry fabric now thoroughly soaked with his fluids. You shudder and sigh as you watch the wet spot on the front of his sweats grow. Lawrence can't help the way his eyes water in frustration, the muscles in his body clenching and flexing as he struggles with himself.

"Don't you feel good now? I can... I can feel your bladder..." Your words trail off, your attention completely grappled by the sight of his body, just... working. The way a body does.

And, he can't even lie— it does feel good. But it's not... It's not because of you. He doesn't (want to) think so, at least, it's because he hasn't pissed for hours. Surely.

With a satisfied moan you push yourself up and off of him with shaky arms, one hand reaching between your legs to palm your hard cock through your now damp sweatpants. You stare at Lawrence's body for a moment, engraving the sight of his tummy, littered with hickeys, and his soaked sweatpants clinging to his bulge into your brain, before forcing yourself up and off his bed with shaky legs.

After shuffling around in his kitchen, a few minutes later, you appear in front of him once more with scissors. You free his ankles first, before cutting the duct tape off his wrist, letting your fingertips trail across the reddened flesh.

Almost immediately after he's freed Lawrence shoots up, the muscles in his arms flexing in a show of anger and frustration as he clenches the bed sheets tight enough that his knuckles turn white.

"W-Wait," you stammer, before he can lunge and beat the ever loving shit out of you. With a sheepish chuckle and a wry smile, you murmur, "I'll clean the sheets."

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Lawrence... That is begging... Mc... To play dead so he could fuck them........ 💀💀

Lawrence Oleander w/ GN Reader

mainly dialogue focused, short

"I can't do that, dude, that's just..." Chuckling nervously, you run your hand down your face. "Just way too awkward."

"It would be more awkward for you t-to be fake... moaning the whole time," Lawrence murmurs, reaching forwards to press his palm against the side of your neck. He seems oddly confident tonight.

"Yeah, thanks for thinking my moans are fake." You mutter under your breath.

"It'll be okay," Lawrence croons, leading you to lay down on his bed before flipping you onto your tummy. "J-Just... Lie completely still. Close your eyes. No n-noises or anything." His eagerness makes you tremble. Swallowing thickly, you obey.

Lawrence presses his hand to the nape of your neck, gently applying pressure and pushing your face into his mattress. It smells like him. And his sweat.

"Good, g-good, that's very good," he murmurs so quietly you begin to wonder if he's even talking to you. His palms travel down from your neck, to your shoulders, down your spine and stop right above your lower back, where his fingers curl around your hips before tilting them up to get a better view of your privates.

"So sweet and s-so soft, so warm... But pliant, too," He muses to himself. You can hear the shuffling of fabric behind you, feel the cool air of his apartment on your exposed sensitive skin. Suddenly he leans in close, his warm breath fluttering against the shell of your ear. It takes everything in you not to twitch and squirm form the sensation.

"You know, I always wished you were dead," He sighs. "B-But, at the same time... I love your attention. Your liveliness. So much that it hurts. You are so affectionate and conscious and wet and, it's... I-It's all because you're alive,"

Something Thick and undeniably heavy prods between your thighs.

"B-But you're too conscious for y-your own good," Lawrence lets out a breathy chuckle that drawls into a moan, reaching back up to dig his fingers into your neck, idly and lazily thrusting between your thighs.

"Some one ought t-to teach you how to let loose every once and a while,"

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hmmm... getting wasted w derek? or alternatively lawrence since he aims for blackout.. urbexing w law (maybe theres someone else in the building), going to comicon w either ren or fox, bbq w strade... "playing dressup" with fox or ren. a few ideas off the top of my head

you are heaven sent bend over and take off your pants

Drinking w/ Derek Goffard

Masculine Reader but sex isn't specified. Kind of a continuation of my one Derek fic.

You lay flat on Derek's bed, soft sheets soaking up your warmth and staining itself with the scent of your cologne. You sigh, turning to watch Derek's back as he mixes up some sort of alcoholic concoction at the little bar in the corner of his room. Faintly, you can smell mint and lime.

His actions are a bit wobbly, you observe. His usual slicked-back hair is loose in a few places, framing his face in a way that's rare and beautiful. His cheeks are dusted with pink and he looks generously disheveled.

With a drink in each hand, he staggers back to you on uneven footing.

"For my darling," He muses. You sit up with a low chuckle. "I didn't know I was that important to you," "Oh yes," He hums, handing you your respective drink before crawling up onto his bed. "My love, my drinking buddy," He croons.

You narrow your eyes at him. Lifting your drink to your lips, you take a sip. It's sweet, and good, citrus-y but not orange-y. It's lime-y. The flavor of mint shines through on the occasional sip, as well as blackberry. You can taste the white rum, surprisingly, among all the other flavors.

"Tell me about your day,"

Derek sighs, turning away for a moment to place his drink on his bedside table (among the mass of dirtied glasses that sit there already. A part of you hopes he won't finish the drink he just made—You know he'll be irritated you let him waste alcohol, but he's had enough to drink).

"Awful. Why do you think I'm drinking?" He chuckles. He crawls back towards you, laying himself down, before shuffling closer to wrap his arms around your hips. His hands travel up and down your midsection, your thighs.

You take another swig of your drink, not bothering to interrupt him. Once he realizes you aren't saying anything, he continues.

Derek rambles on about whatever had bothered him today. His father, his brothers, mild irritations like mistakes or the little tear in the leg of his suit pants that he just happened to notice today.

You continue to drink, and he continues to talk.

After a while he stops. Sighing, he squeezes you tighter, pressing his face into your tummy before letting his shoulders sag. You watch him for a moment before placing your (now finished) drink on his bedside table. You reach down, threading a hand through his hair, finally taking out the headband that holds it back.

his soft blonde locks falls forward in such a way that can only be described as gorgeous. Idly, you play with a few strands. He doesn't stop you.

For a while it's quiet.

"Derek," You nudge him, pressing your palm to his forehead and lifting his hair from his face.

He groans, lifting his head up to look at you.

"Be cruel to me, monsieur,"

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Lawrence Oleander Imagine

Smoking in public places you're not typically allowed to smoke in

Imagine sitting with Lawrence on the subway sharing cigarette after cigarette. You two don't have a specific destination, you've been sitting in complete silence, and you've blown through almost half a carton now because neither of you take a dragon shorter than eight seconds.

Your thighs are pressed against one another's and it's welcomed skin-to-skin contact whenever your fingers brush when you're passing each other a cigarette. Your flavored lip balm mingles with his, unflavored, making the mouth piece of the cigarette sticky and damp. That mixed with spit because he keeps licking his lips.

Other passengers are looking at you both with disdain but you really couldn't care less. You scoot a bit closer to him, now pressed shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh, your warmth seeping through the fabric of his hoodie, under his flesh and deep into his bones. You can hear him breathing— Inhale for one second, hold for three, exhale— and you watch the plumes of smoke slipping from between his lips and pouring out of his nose, curling around his stubbled chin and cheeks before drifting up towards his bloodshot eyes.

You want to reach out and touch his hair but you're both in public and you're not sure if he'd enjoy that or not.

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Lawrence Oleander Headcanons 2.

more descriptive headcanons of Lawrence's behaviors/appearance. p.1 p.3

More on Lawrence and his smells; just a more descriptive list than 'formaldehyde, body odor, plants'. Lawrence's signature smell is a mix of sweat, dust, pine, cardboard, and dead leaves. Imagine the smell of a wooden bench that's covered in moss and slightly damp, maybe near a creek or lake surrounded by forest. But... also with the smell of sweat.

He doesn't necessarily stink, depending on who you ask. He does shower (and he takes a very long time at that), but maybe not as frequently as one should— and his sweating stems from how nervous and anxious he is all the time.

I also don't think Lawrence's breath smells too bad all the time. He is rotting... But I think the feeling of his teeth covered in plaque would bother him. More so, he'd be bothered by that feeling and he'd scrape his tongue against the back of his teeth all day and it would scrub his tongue raw, which is annoying when he's trying to eat or drink. So, he brushes his teeth pretty often. With or without toothpaste depends on how he's feeling that day.

Lawrence's hands are pretty rough, and big, and dirty. It's just a general habit of not washing his hands, ever, and dirt or grime gets stuck in the creases of his fingers or his calluses. If he gets really frustrated or bored, he chews his calluses off. They come back anyways.

Lawrence's choice of clothing always leads back to one thing; their ability to hide him from others. I think it's the same reason he has long hair.

This is my personal opinion, but, if Ren hadn't met Lawrence over the internet, he would've snapped at him for trying to get too close too fast. The screen was Ren's 'shield' from him, and I think if anyone had attempted to pursue him with that type of energy in person without him getting acclimated (even then— his acclimation would take an extremely long time) to it somehow, he would freak the fuck out.

Generally, anyone approaching him without taking cautions first and letting him get (key word) acclimated would make him upset. Not... 'taking cautions' as in you're dealing with a wild animal, but things like keeping a quieter tone, not crowding his space, not staring at his eyes/making him look at you, not asking too many questions, etc. Just not prodding him.

Lawrence will notice if someone treats him obviously better or worse than other people though, and it will make him anxious. For either his reaction may vary; sometimes he might pull away or get closer, sometimes both.

Lawrence may still get close if he notices someone is treating him worse than other people, out of anger. When he's face-to-face with this behavior he'll be more prone to react, but in his solitude, he'll reason with himself and say that it's useless to bother with things like this— and then it happens in person once more, and the loop repeats. I think it's actually less likely for Lawrence to get closer if your behavior towards him is positive.

Lawrence really does take a long time to befriend. If you're not seeing him practically on a day to day basis, I'd give up.

I don't think Lawrence would be a big fan of Chipotle or Subway. Or even buffets for that matter. Or even dine-in restaurants!  They have to be really empty for him to feel safe, but it doesn't matter anyways because waitress/waitresses frequently get his order wrong because they can't understand his mumbling. He won't say anything and eat his meal anyways, but on a particularly bad day he might get upset and  throw money on the table and leave without eating.

Lawrence is strangely good at coming up with solutions for hypothetical problems or scenarios, if he has the time to think it through. Lawrence is NOT good at coming up with solutions in the heat of the moment.

I think... Lawrence really likes when things smell good. Even people. I think he would prefer more natural scents, though, not anything super crazy or artificial. This goes without saying, but he enjoys the scents of nature and most things food related (baked goods), and maybe something subtle but not too sweet. But he's much more willing to try something new if it has a pleasant smell.

He doesn't mind bugs. He can get really pissed off at ants if they get to the food in his fridge or pantry (or anything he has sitting out) and he'll fucking like punch them. He has a few scars on his knuckles from punching the shit out of the ants on his counter

Lawrence is NOT a big stupid brute, nor is he someone that needs taken care of or babied. Lawrence is perfectly capable of handling himself, he's just prone to getting really upset or losing function when he's thrown into certain situations.

I don't think Lawrence would own pets. Taking care of strays is fine, or maybe a cat that shows up in the park he walks through sometimes, but I think Lawrence having something that's entirely dependent on him with a certain level of consciousness would kinda freak him out.

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Lawrence Oleander Headcanons 1.

General, Relationship, Erotic. P.2 p.3

General

Lawrence's smell can become intolerable at certain points in time. Specifically, and very rarely, he might come home smelling strongly of formaldehyde. If it's not formaldehyde, it's body odor or plants. The last two are much more tolerable than the first.

Lawrence is strong. He works physical labor, so, of course he has some muscle. He's not ripped per se, but he's very big and thick.

Lawrence is only physically gentle when he's consciously making the effort to be gentle. Otherwise, he's rougher than the average person.

In contrast to this, Lawrence's voice is always gentle, unless there's a reason for it not to be.

Lawrence is entirely unpredictable. Maybe after a long, long time of knowing him, and him getting much more comfortable you might be able to predict his responses to things.

Despite being unpredictable, he might try to avoid violence, if he's in the right head space to control his actions. He can be aware that violence does not always lead to favorable outcomes for him, but it's practically a bodily instinct for him to react physically.

Lawrence has acne from... almost every contributing factor for acne. Bad sleep, poor diet, not enough water, stress, poor hygiene, etc. He has scars from picking at it too. He also has a few small scars from shaving around his chin and jaw.

Lawrence only shaves his face. The rest of his body is almost covered in soft blonde hair.

I think along with the techno music he listens to, Lawrence may listen to DSBM, but he really has to be in the mood for it.

He sweats a lot more than the average person.

Relationship

It takes a while for Lawrence to let you touch him. After he learns that he likes it, he'll be seeking physical affection constantly. If you go too far without his permission though he'll probably hit you.

He doesn't really reciprocate kisses on the lips. Not because he doesn't like them, but he likes you kissing him and him not having to reciprocate. He also likes kisses around his lips.

Seriously, he has to be in the mood for physical affection. If you try to touch him and he isn't, he might get upset or freak out.

He might love taking care of things, but that doesn't mean he's good at it. And this type of treatment isn't limited to his plants. For example, he's so used to buying food for just himself that sometimes he'll forget to buy food for you. You've had hot tea for dinner/lunch plenty of times.

Speaking of taking care of you... When you live with him you're only wearing his clothes (excluding the outfit he kidnapped you in), eating only his food, using only his products, etc. You own practically nothing.

Lawrence does keep your interests in mind though, depending on what they are. Especially with such a low paying job. It was hard enough to pay for himself anyways. But occasionally, he'll come home with a pastry you mentioned you like, or seeds for your favorite flower (even though you wouldn't be able to take care of it), or anything miscellaneous like that.

Despite having to be in the mood for physical touch, Lawrence will sleep in bed with you every night. He won't sleep without you, actually.

Lawrence is capable of being sweet and gentle. On particularly good days, he'll pamper you— washing you properly, brushing your hair, feeding you foods you like (with enthusiasm, because usually he treats feeding you like a chore), talking more, just generally giving you a more pleasant experience.

But on bad days, he is prone to violence. Tick him off or even just ask too much of him and he'll hit you.

Erotic

Lawrence is huge and pretty thick. Probably around 17.78-20.32 cm (7-8 inches) long? And... Thick.

In terms of receiving head, Lawrence gets anxious you might bite him when he's on the receiving end and doesn't like when you gag because of how loud it can get. He has to be feeling confident if he wants to receive head. But on the nights that he's feeling down to it, He's a big fan of making you take all of him and then pinching your nose shut.

In terms of giving head, Lawrence will only feel comfortable enough to do it if you're asleep or bordering on unconsciousness. If you wake up in the middle of him doing it, whether he stops or not is kind of a gamble. Lawrence won't gag on you. The guy is an absolute throat goat for no fucking reason. He will syd till you pass out though so watch out for that I guess

Lawrence doesn't have a favorite position. Again, he's unpredictable— sometimes he'll want to look at you, sometimes he won't. But regardless of position he fucks like an animal; rough and hard and fast and typically multiple rounds. Because of this, he usually leaves you satisfied and sore.

Lawrence doesn't have a super high sex drive, so you get a few days of recovery.

Lawrence is not huge on toys. In fact, he only owns one. And it's a vibrator. He only uses it when he wants to tie you up, tape it to your dick and leave you there. He'll sometimes do that when you pester him for sex and he's not in the mood.

Sometimes Lawrence will want to be super touchy and feel-y during sex, sometimes he won't. It all depends.

When he is feeling touchy though, he gets fucking touchy. Running his hands up and down your sides, up your chest, lightly raking his nails down your belly, one hand tracing up to wrap around your neck and the other trailing down to cup your dick.

He does get embarrassed after sex, so if you try to bring it up when he's still feeling sensitive he might get mad at you.

He'll eat your ass if he's in the mood. He won't stop for a long time.

Despite not being really into toys/not owning more than one, he WILL try to put objects IN you. watch out for that.

If you really piss him off, he will incorporate nettle plants into sex. He does have his own little home remedy ointments for nettle burns though so don't be too concerned.

Sometimes he'll purposefully keep you up for days at a time so you get exhausted and fall deep into sleep. And then he touches you. Eep!

He'll knock you out using tea, too. Or he'll just fucking knock you out.

Speaking of drugged tea... he has experimented with aphrodisiacs a few times. Mostly on you, sometimes on himself. Usually, it's him drugging the hell out of you and then making you sit there and just... take it, while he deals with stuff around the apartment or even goes to work.

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Lawrence Oleander Imagine

Overstimulation, Rape

Lawrence's thick heavy cock is limp in your hand. You've been jerking him off for god knows how long now, warm gooey cum streaked up and down his shaft, splattered in ropes all across your hands, wrist, and his tummy and thighs.

If it weren't for his arms completely duct-taped and immobile, he would've pushed you away already, and he probably would've beat the shit out of you too. But now, he's completely weak, thighs and pelvis and belly convulsing and twitching in over stimulation in pain. His head is thrown back, blonde hair spilled over his pillows as his adam's apple bobs in his throat.

He's silent now, but at one point he was moaning, too awkward to speak. around his second orgasm is when he told you in little meek whimpers, "It's too much now, I'm finished, you can stop," all quiet and sweet. On his fourth orgasm he started to demand you get off of him, started threatening to do bad things to you. To hurt you. Soon after, he even shouted a few times.

Now he's just lying there, twitching and taking it, numbed, his voice ruined, aside from a few strangled moans here and there. He's given up on begging. Nothing will get through to you.

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Request: More mean ykmet Ren please

Takes place after Strade's death.

Ren Hana, who now has full control over the house now that Strade's dead. Full control of the house means full control over you, too.

Ren Hana, who's just so mean, so so mean. Can never have normal sex with this guy. Always on some freak shit.

And he's always using some bullshit excuses too, like,

"Would you rather I just take you down to the basement and break all your fingers?"

"Too big? huh. Maybe I should make a new hole for this to fit, then. No? That's what I thought."

"What do you mean too much? You've only came five times! what are you, a virgin prude?"

His sex always comes with pain, too. Whether that be just actually hurting you, or making you feel so good it... stops feeling good.

Soooo many crazy sex devices too. It's a combination of the shit Strade's made and left behind or stuff he's ordered online.

In one specific instance, He had tied you up, gagged you with some strangely shaped dildo and tortured your privates for hours with all sorts of different toys. Vibrators, pumps, dildos, beads, the like. He even had the gall to give you a safe word before hand (Which, mind you, left you hopeful that the both of you were finally going to do something at least a little less extreme), knowing damn well he was gonna gag you anyways. You'd sob and cry and try to angle your pelvis away from his painful ministrations, and he'd mock you for it.

"What? I'm not gonna stop. You haven't said your safeword yet."

And he'd giggle and think he's being soo funny and smart. yeah hardy har har. FUCK you dude.

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Lawrence Oleander Imagine

hitting people and throwing up. Reader is a sick pervert. There's no love in this. really short.

You're standing against the wall where the chair you were once imprisoned used to sit, doubled over in front of Lawrence with shaking hands clenching tight onto the sleeves of his hoodie. Broken moans and shuddering sighs flutter from your lips, punctuated by the occasional gag or heave. Lawrence practically has you pinned to the wall, one hand holding your left hand back and the other clenched into a fist at his side. His expression is unreadable.

"A-Again," You stammer, licking the drool from your lips and arching your neck to look up at him. "I need y-you to—"

You're interrupted by your own cries as Lawrence slams his clenched fist straight into your tummy. Your body jerks and heaves, an exasperated moan ripping itself from your throat. Lawrence's eyebrows pinch together as he watches your body curl in on itself. He reaches down to adjust himself before re-clenching his fist.

He's punching you again before you can recover and that's what finally gets you to throw up. Only liquids from your breakfast and lunch of hot tea, because Lawrence keeps forgetting that you need food too— It's warm and it splatters and soaks his sleeve before he can pull his fist away, but he doesn't grimace at the odd sensation.

You're doubled over, only your grip on Lawrence's arm keeping you steady. Spittle and drool and stomach acid dribbles from your lips, which you lick up and gather on your tongue before spitting it out. Your knees buckle and your grip on his arm tightens as you shudder and moan and jerk your head to the left, twitching, as you come in your pants. Lawrence only whimpers, releasing his grip on you and shaking you off, letting you fall into your own puddle of spit and tears and bile.

"I-I'm going to bed," He murmurs, turning away from you and leaving you there.