@haro-whumps can we like. Pretend this is worthy of being soren? i don't exactly like how it turned out but i dont have the time or the energy to redo this painting a third time
BRO I AM SCREAMING THIS IS WONDERFUL I LOVE HIM!!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN A THIRD TIME I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU PUT THAT MUCH EFFORT INTO MY SWEET BOY I’M SO EXCITED
CW: physical abuse, abusive language, temper flares, possessive + creepy whumper, manipulation, gaslighting, codependent whumpee, slavery, brainwashing
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Soren bit his lip, staring at the mirror. He tossed his hair one way, then the other, staring at his part contemplatively. He combed it down in front of his face and pinched it around the level of his eyebrows, and pulled the rest out of the way of his eyes, imagining how he might look with bangs.
He thought it’d be cute.
He’d had this hairstyle for months, now, and didn’t want to get boring with his appearance. Of course, he knew his owner preferred long hair, all the specialized products and the frequency that they ran their fingers through it were more than evident. But bangs could be charming, and he really liked Ren’s bangs. Maybe they could be matching! The idea warmed Soren.
He combed through his hair real quick, splitting the part again, and left his bedroom. He scratched at his birthmark as he went down the stairs, and looked for Ren. They were in the living room, their laptop sitting open to the side, linked up to the tv where that one youtuber they liked was showing off disciplinary measures with their box boy. Soren didn’t care much for the Host, but they were a good reminder that he should be grateful for Ren.
“Hello angel,” Ren said distractedly, lifting their arm, and Soren plopped down on the couch, snuggling in against their side. He closed his eyes and felt them pet at his hair, silently pleased. He’d bring up the idea of a haircut later, when Ren was done. He wouldn’t interrupt them or take away from what they were doing. He was a good pet.
(CW: dehumanization, slavery, creepy + intimate whumper, brainwashing, implied noncon)
Tag list: @thatsthewhump @whump-it @ashintheairlikesnow @fairybean101 @finder-of-rings @comfortforthepain @shameless-whumper @that-one-thespian @burtlederp @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @raigash @im-not-rare-im-rarr @spiffythespook
Athletic pants suited Soren.
Of course, Ren was of the opinion that everything suited Soren, but, as they drove him to his Wednesday evening ballet class, they found themself really appreciating how he looked in a tanktop and athletic pants. The ponytail was super cute, too.
When the retail store came into view, Ren heard Soren’s sharp inhale, and glanced over to find his eyes blown wide and fearful. “Baby?” Ren asked sweetly.
“I, I…” Soren started, voice trembling, and then his hand snapped up to his collar, releasing a deep, slow breath.
“I’m yours,” he said, calmer, “You’re not sending me back, this is just for classes, I’m yours.”
“You’re mine,” Ren assured, squeezing his thigh.
Soren didn’t let go of his collar as they pulled into the lot, or as Ren parked, or even as he got out of the car. In fact, he kept one hand on the collar until they were in the studio. One wall was lined with mirrors, and there was a small waiting area behind a wall with windows from the hips-up. Ren handed Soren over to the ballet instructor, a babe and another box boy already there, and Ren set up their computer on a small one-person table in the waiting area.
The classes weren’t anything spectacular, especially since Soren was so, so new to athletics, so Ren mostly just sat in the comfortable office chair and dicked around on their computer. The only real point of interest was when the instructor was scolding Soren and reached out to physically correct his posture.
“That’s not your property,” Ren reminded, warning dripping low off their voice, and the instructor’s hand came to a stop mere inches away from Soren’s skin.
“Of course, my mistake.”
One greuling hour and a half later, Soren was sweating, shaking, and visibly exhausted. Ren slid their laptop into their computer bag and walked out, offering the remainder of their water bottle to their precious boy, and Soren took it with gratitude that looked positively aching. He looked good like this, all sweaty and disheveled and pleased and flushed from exertion. He looked good on his knees, staring up with adoration at Ren.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow, they would fuck him. He had no classes on Thursdays, the adjustment period felt well behind them now, and Soren worshipped Ren. Tomorrow, Ren would take their sweet time, and it would be perfect.
“Let’s go home, precious boy,” Ren purred, and Soren rose on jelly legs, chasing after them like a lovestruck fawn.
