kenzo

General

Micheal and Jason have a pretty similar signature scent. Thrifted T shirts, nature, and men's body wash. I doubt either of them really care for how they smell as long as they don't stink. Thrifted T shirt scent comes from from buying band tees at underground venues, the smell of nature comes from them fucking around in the woods, and the smell of men's body wash comes from... Men's body wash.

Micheal strikes me as a DSBM or guy, while Jason seems more like aggrotech or EBM/Darkwave.

Micheal curses a lot.

Jason has a higher tolerance for pain between the both of them. Neither of them are afraid of pain, though— they both have really high pain tolerance, just one is better with it than the other.

Micheal is usually the one planning things and getting them out and stuff. Some typical hangouts for them would be at shows or somewhere out in the woods.

They actually found out about the desert trip bullshit because MIcheal was creeping around on the internet trying to find underground shows, snuff, and uncensored album covers or their full pictures.

They both have considered starting a band, Micheal on vocals and Jason making... fuck idk making the music. They have a few songs and their band sounds a lot like Hocico.

Despite not really caring how he smells, Micheal does adhere to a certain aesthetic. That satanic, gore loving, depressed, corpse-fucking metalhead aesthetic. Jason doesn't care for how he looks like Micheal does though and'll usually just throw on a band tee and some jeans before he goes out. Whatever doesn't smell like shit.

Really, Jason just cares a lot less than Micheal does. One would even describe him as nonchalant, if you would

Jason does not fw spicy food though. Which sucks because Takis are so fucking good

Speaking of food preferances, Jason usually picks food based on how high they are in protein, and Micheal likes premade food

I don't think either of them would own a pet?? but if they did it would probably be a reptile (obviously) of some sort of something cute and small like a chinchilla or a bunny.

Erotic

Equally perverted.

What gets them going the most... For Jason it's humiliation/size diff, for Micheal it's physical pain/necrophilia.

Jason's also really strong and he's into super explicit dirty talk

Micheal could pop a hard one just from watching somebody get hurt, it doesn't necessarily need to be pleasure mixed with pain. I think Jason could still be a masochist but not to the extent that Micheal is.

And... Micheal doesn't like necrophilia in the sense of fucking something after it dies. He's more into fucking something while it's dying.

I think Jason would be a gloryhole enjoyer as well

Dick size? Micheal's longer (17.78 cm/6 in) but Jason's thicker (16.51 cm/6.5 in)

And I think Jason would have more stamina? He also drags out foreplay so sex w/ him would be a pretty long time.

Imagine Lawrence coming home from work and he actually fucking reeks like... He fucking stinks like crazy and he's all up on you and you can't escape because hello you have no limbs. And also Lawrence is much bigger than you?

And he's practically dripping in sweat and coddling you and you're suffocating in the smell of his skin and natural scent and the scent of his clothes and he's like wrapping his arms around your head and you're almost struggling to breathe. And it like. it takes a few minutes for the cuddling to actually get comfortable because he's slipping his hands under your shirt and he's ice fucking cold and you have to warm HIM up using YOUR body heat

He pulls back after like a minute or a few (no way it's under five minutes) of writhing around on top of you like some sort of agonized being and his dick is half chubbed in his sweatpants and he's panting and sweating and he's just looking down at you like.

Broken pleas and sobs cry out to deaf ears. You're practically choking on your own words, gulping down air before screaming before begging for mercy. You cough and groan—no, more so wheeze— like a broken thing, unable to swallow enough air to sufficiently or coherently beg.

You're trembling, curled into a tight ball in the corner of Fox's bedroom, shaking hands clasped tight over your head, feet facing inwards to protect them as much as possible, knees pressed to your forehead. Your knees are swollen and bruised from catching the impact of Fox just fucking throwing you around, a few toes and fingers nearly crushed from getting stomped on (In his clunky ass steel-toed boots nonetheless), countless bruises littering your body from head to toe. A few wounds have been caused from just blunt impact and you have to squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at them. They look so unnatural it makes you want to gag. You've never seen your body like this before. Never wanted to.

"I-I'm— guh, I'm s-sorry! ha, h-hnng— I—"

"I don't wanna hear it,"

He kicks apart your legs and stomps on your stomach, once, twice, and you instinctively reach to grab at his leg, attempting to wrap your whole body around the limb, before he digs his fingers in to your scalp to pull you up. You wail and sob, hands unsure where to place themselves. You begin to hyperventilate as his eyes meet yours.

"Stop being so fucking dramatic. I could do worse to you if I wanted to. After the shit you pulled, this is mercy."

Mercy? Every inch of your skin has been scraped pink and raw. You couldn't count your amount of wounds on both hands. You have bile and snot and tears dribbling down your chin. You're shaking so badly you're almost vibrating. Crying so hard you can't talk.

He sighs, and his grip becomes softer for just a moment.

"I don't know what I have to do to get you to listen," He moans, adjusting his stance. "All I do for you. I love you, I feed you, I dress you, bath you, I make you feel good— better than anyone has ever made you feel and yet, you still disrespect me. Still take my love and my kindness for granted."

"Gh— Y-Yes, ye-es—" "Shut up. I'm not fucking finished."

Instantly you try to hold back your words, your noises, and incoherent hiccups and groans.

"Don't you love me? Don't you at least... appreciate me? After everything?" He sighs, disappointed. Your heart shatters in your ribcage.

"I-I do, Ghhk, I do lo-love you, Fox— F-Fox," You choke, shaky hands reaching out to hold him. "I sh-should've never tried—tried t-to leave, you're r-right—right, I'm bad, I'm b-bad—"

"You're not bad, sweetheart," He coos, completely backtracking on everything he's been fucking screaming at you about for the past hour or so, about everything he's beat you over. "Just ill mannered. Do I— Do I need to start streaming again?"

You let out a shriek so guttural and loud that it causes Fox's ears to twitch. You're vaguely aware of the liquid warmth now streaming from between your thighs.

"N-NO! NO, NO—"

"Then don't push me," He growls.

At this, your body is suddenly wracked with severe exhaustion. You fall completely limp in his grip, slumping down to the floor in a puddle of your own blood, and snot, and tears, and puke, and piss. He kneels down to meet you, untangling his hand (and claws) from your mussed hair so he can gently stroke you instead.

Yeah this would be fucking torture oh my god can you imagine

Not only do you have to deal with Strade but Ren was there first, so of course he'd feel some sort of fucked up superiority complex towards you. He'd treat you like shit, regardless of if he likes you or not.

He'd know he's being a dick, too. He'd misplace your stuff on purpose, blame messes and accidents on you, scrutinize the simplest things that you do to make you feel out of place...just generally, he'd push you around. With how Strade treated him for so long— like he's only submissive which he is definitely not— I can see why he'd get a kick out of finally being the 'bully' and not the 'bullied'.

When Strade's busy with a 'houseguest' is when he really gets to have his fun. Ren is not opposed to petty bribery to get what he wants.

"C'mon. Let me do this to you and I won't tell Strade you're the one who stole his steak from the fridge."

"Take your pants off or I'll rip them off. You know he won't buy you another pair."

"What's worse? what I'm doing to you now, or what Strade'll do to you when he finds out you used my computer to play (insert random game) without asking?"

He knows that he's lying straight through his fucking teeth, too. Not like it'll change anything. You've only been in this house for a few months, you're still very freshly traumatized from Strade.

And, well, yes. Ren can be tender. But it doesn't last long. He's been forced to show his vulnerability enough.

Despite being a complete dickhead, he is willing to help you sometimes, whether it be through painkillers, bandages, small words of comfort, etc. He does know what it's like to be in your place, but he's savoring being in control of you while he can.

Maybe once in a while he'll demand that you bathe with him. He'd face his back towards you and let you wash his hair, and in turn, he'd do the same for you. Maybe after he'll even invite you to cuddle in his bed. But it doesn't last long. Whether it's in the shower or tangled together under his sheets, his hand will end up between your thighs.

And Strade lets him order things too, doesn't he? We all know Ren's into that hentai shit. Now, Strade would never let him put a tentacle dildo in his ass. But with you it's a free game. He doesn't need a 'yes' or a 'no' from you, he'll do whatever the fuck he wants.

Oh, and Strade has noticed this— and in a few instances— even pointed it out. Of course he's invited Ren to his room to 'talk the situation over'. It doesn't really do anything though, besides make Ren's actions the next day infinitely more cruel. Sometimes when Ren tries to tattle on you, Strade'll even tell him to 'take it easy'.

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.

General

Lawrence's smell can become intolerable at certain points in time. Specifically, and very rarely, he might come 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.

Assuming you guys meet at some fancy rich person party. obviously, you and one of your friends are there searching for rich hotties, as people do.

around almost an hour into the party, with very fruitless searching, you run into Derek at the bar/buffet. You're filling up on the most expensive snacks there before the party ends, he's just arrived and he's downing shot after shot of straight liquor.

You meet eyes for a moment, then you're talking,,,, then you realize that he's exactly what you're looking for.

he's not all cheery and gorged with expensive caviar and century old wines like the rest of the rich folk. He's quiet, actually, but not in a composed and calm way. quiet, like a kid showing up to a birthday party after getting yelled at by their dad. Empty eyes half lidded and grip loose on the shot glass of whatever (fruity now, you've discovered, after getting much closer) liquor he's been sipping.

and you discover that your description of what type of quiet he is happens to be accurate. Thirty minutes into conversation and you're spilling secrets to each other— him, telling you how much he hates his parents, you, telling him how you hate a lot of your friends. He tells you he doesn't have any friends to hate. you tell him you can change that.

Months later, and now you're a frequent visitor of the Goffard household. Much to his dad's dismay, of course, but Derek reasoned with him that having one boy come around very often is much better (and cheaper) than having one trip every year to satisfy his needs. Reluctantly, his father agrees.

(Derek told you about his little 'stress relieving' trips. You laughed, and said, "If I were rich enough, I'd fuck with people like that too". You sat on his bed and asked him to tell you stories about his trips. After you left he jerked off to the smell of your cologne on his bed sheets.)

But of course, that calm, more so, melancholic side of him you met in the beginning isn't permanent. Derek's pretty fucking crazy and he shows you more of him once he realizes he can. He shows you the porn he watches, a few of the live streams he's come (to) across once or twice, the auctioneer he and his father has connections too. and you're never phased, every time, even with every sick little fantasy he's thrown your way.

Derek likes you. And with like, comes love. this was not a very hard realization for him— he's a straightforward man— and he knows what he wants.

You're out at a party when you both officiate your romantic relationship. You're both mingling with the rich folk, all thick laughs and foul breath and tight suits and fat guts you know are straining against those men's belts, with disinterested, beautiful women practically glued to their arms.

A woman wants to take a photo of the both of you. Sure, what's the harm? The telltale sound of an iPhone camera, the flash, and the "Look who I saw at the party on his best behavior! Derek Goffard! such a handsome young man." caption on the post that is sure to exclude you. It's all harmless.

Derek puts his hand on your waist for the photo, while the photo is being taken, after it's finished. He's still holding you when he goes to see how the picture turned out. And seeing you, standing there all prim and proper, gorgeous, he thinks, and all his,....,,,,

One moment he's dragging you through the crowd, the next, he's (for lack of proper wording) ravishing your mouth in the party venue's bathroom. It's all tongue and teeth, rough hands grabbing soft hair and ironed fabric turning wrinkled. You've practically swapped colognes by the time you're finished.

What you have for each other is pure, untainted, unadulterated love. The type of love between two really fucked up people who don't hide anything from one another. who don't have to. The type of love between two really fucked up people who have really fucked up kinky sex.

Oh, just because Derek loves you does not mean you have a free pass from all that weird shit he does. He'll still hit you, he'll still order funky stuff online to torture you with. I think Derek is more of a blunt force, fist-to-skin type guy when it comes down to the person he loves. He'll try other stuff but hitting is definitely his favorite. He won't hit you out of anger most of the time, though. Most of the time.

and you do get your pleasure out of sex. He likes watching you come. So, don't be worried about getting blue-balled. Maybe worry about having a sore dick or ass the next morning.

Derek is also beautiful, in every definition of the word. Gorgeous tanned smooth skin and that soft blonde hair (despite being bleached frequently. He has his beauty secrets)....,, He's absolutely a nice piece of eye candy when you get him stripped bare. Even in his suit he's something to marvel at. He's beautiful when he's domming, but he's something else when he subs. Imagine seeing that face from down between his legs.

And of course, being his lover comes along with perks. Money perks, specifically. He doesn't have a money limit and neither do you. isn't that nice?

He listens, too, despite himself. His methods for achieving such a thing are cruelly earned, though, but after years of being forced to listen to his father for his own safety and comfort (and for the least amount of bruises possible) he's become quite good at it. He knows what you like, what you don't, and that makes him a pretty solid boyfriend.

First time you tell Ren about this : "oh!! oh. oh okay. yeah I get it that's great, great." He's acting casual and pretending to brush it off as if he's not rock hard and swollen in his sweats.

Same night, he's up till 3 furiously stroking his dick till it's raw.

next morning he's calling you over to the couch to sit on the floor between his thighs ,, talking about "oh I just. I just. want something warm n soft to fuck while I watch TV, y'know??" while very well aware of how sensitive his dick is from humping his fist for hours on end.

He leads his dick your lips, already twitching and hot, hissing when your lips close around his tip, muttering something about being sensitive. The first few minutes are fine, nice even. until your teeth just happen to lightly scrape the sensitive underside of his cock. Then, he's straight up kicking you in the dick.

one swift kick and you're doubled over in pain.

"didn't you hear me??? I said I was sensitive, you dick!" of course you didn't. he fucking mumbled it at you. You stammer out an apology, an excuse, before he's crushing his heel into the bulge of your cock.

"Be careful. You might be into that dick torture shit, but that doesn't mean I am too." he lies, straight through his teeth.

from then on, he's finding excuses to hurt you. From kicking you in the dick for his own entertainment // you pissing him off, spanking your balls instead of your ass whenever he's resorted to means of punishment, to caging you whenever he's not 'playing' with you.

"haha--! oh, what? no, you didn't do anything wrong. I just felt like kicking you."

"Oh, oh shush-- I know it hurts. that's the point."

"Wow, hah, look! your dick's all swollen and red!! I'm embarrassing you? Well maybe you should behave next time."