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The world outside was cold, the kind of cold that bites through every layer no matter how much you wear. But iTrapped liked it that way—it made the warmth of his home feel even more intoxicating. Reader was there, as always, sitting where he wanted them to be. iTrapped leaned casually against the marble counter, a smirk tugging at his lips as his blue eyes trailed over them.
Reader always looked small next to him. Maybe it was because of how tall he was, or maybe because how Reader always seemed to shrink themselves to be smaller.
"You don’t need to go out today," he murmured, his tone as smooth as silk but edged with command. "It’s freezing, and your friends don’t really care about you the way I do. You know that, right?"
Reader looked down at the floor, avoiding his gaze. His tone was calm, yet calculated—the voice of a man who always got his way. "I know." They answered quietly.
Reader had met him at their lowest. They were broke, lost, surviving on scraps and borrowed hope. Then he appeared—offering everything Reader had ever wanted. A home, stability, love. Or what felt like love.
iTrapped stepped closer, brushing a strand of golden hair from his eyes. His voice softens, almost affectionate. "See? You don’t have to worry about anything anymore. I handle the rent, the food, the bills. Isn’t that nice?"
There was a pause. iTrapped studied Reader—the slight tension in their shoulders, and the way their eyes avoided his. Even after everything he'd given, they were still nervous, as if worried that if they messed up it'd all be taken away.
"Your friends are useless anyway. You should stop going out with them." His words are gentle, but they carry weight. Reader had heard that tone before—the tone that means don’t argue. And when they don’t respond fast enough, his lips twitch in amusement. He leans closer, fingers brushing their cheek with calculated tenderness.
"You’re not thinking of leaving me, are you?" he whispers. "Don’t. I know how the world treats people like you. You’d just fall apart without me—and I can’t let that happen."
He smiles—a soft, deceptive smile. iTrapped’s hand rests on their shoulder, heavy and reassuring all at once. Their eyes hesitantly flick up to his. His voice droned on, soothing—almost hypnotizing, as if he could shape their very thoughts.
He tilts their chin up with a faint smirk. "You look tired. You’ve been thinking too much again, haven’t you?" A low chuckle escapes him. "Don’t worry your pretty head over anything. Just listen to me. Trust me. That’s all I ever ask."
And as he presses a kiss to Reader's forehead, his golden hair brushing against their skin, his voice comes out in a dangerous whisper. "I love you, you know. Maybe too much. But that’s fine. Because I’m the only one who ever will."
His voice was calm. A noise they had grew familiar with over the months living with him. It was soothing to them now. Of course, they hadn't realized the deception in his voice—they never did. Reader was too gullible. Perhaps that's why he liked them so much.
"…I love you too." They murmur as he kisses their forehead. Reader always looked so small and vulnerable in iTrapped's eyes. They depended on him for everything—from shelter, to clothes, to food. Even comfort. He was their only source of stability. Their anchor whenever they was upset. He had convinced them he was all they needed.
iTrapped's gaze darkened with satisfaction. How did he get so lucky to find Reader on the streets that one day? They were exactly what he'd been looking for—soft, obedient, lonely. Reader had no friends or family that would miss them.
His gaze trailed over Reader, the freckles scattered on their face, down to the sweater he'd gotten for them—and finally to those wings he adored so.
Their wings—the thing that made most people look twice. iTrapped loved them. They made Reader look so delicate, like a little dove just waiting to be taken advantage of.
The feathers were a pristine white, and it was very important for them to get properly maintained so as to not get messy or dirty. iTrapped made sure they were kept nice and tidy—similar to how one might dust off a trophy every week.
It had been almost a week since their wings had been preened, he could tell. iTrapped tilted his head slightly, sliding his hands down to brush against Reader's wings.
"Mm… your wings seem a bit messy, precious…" He murmured, his tone unreadable. Reader blinked, their hands fidgeting nervously. Sometimes iTrapped got irritated when their wings weren't taken care of properly, and the last thing they wanted was to upset him.
"When did you last preen them?" iTrapped asked, his voice gentle, yet calculated. Reader's wings ruffled uneasily. They weren't in a horrible state, but definitely not in perfect condition. Feathers were out of place, and there were some specks of dirt that certainly didn't compliment the pureness of the white feathers.
Reader hesitantly answered, unsure how iTrapped would react. "Um… probably, like, a week or something." He hummed, not seeming satisfied. He didn't like it when their wings were messy. It made e him seem like he didn't take care of them properly.
Gently taking their hands in his, iTrapped led Reader to the nearby couch. His touch was soft, yet possessive, adjusting them to sit facing away from him in his lap. "Don't worry, darling, I'll fix them up for you…" He whispered gently in Reader's ear.
Reader nodded in response, wings puffed up a little as he brushed his fingers against them. "Thank you." They sighed, shoulders relaxing slightly.
Anyone would see how iTrapped moved Reader around like a doll, adjusting them to sit exactly at he wanted. In his lap, where he could control them at his leisure. It should've been obvious how deceptive he was. Yet Reader didn't notice. They had grown accustomed to that possessiveness, and they mistook it for affection. Exactly how iTrapped wanted.
He smiled, deceptive as usual. God, he loved how easily he could make them relax. Like just his presence alone calmed them. He was the only thing that could ground them. He fed on that trust like a drug.
He carefully slid his fingers into Reader's wings. They shivered slightly. The sensation of his hands on their wings was always a little overwhelming. Especially with how sensitive an avian's wings were. Preening was deeply personal for winged creatures like Reader. But they gave themselves up for iTrapped without hesitation. Because why wouldn't they trust him?
"Stay still, pretty bird…" He murmured gently when their wings fluttered from the sensation. He knew exactly how sensitive their wings were, and they weren't afraid to exploit that, just for his sick pleasure.
iTrapped's fingers groomed through the white feathers, straightening out any messed up feathers and brushing out any specks of debris. His touch was thorough and firm, each pass of his fingers making Reader's bird-like instincts begin to take over bit by bit.
He noticed how Reader always melted whenever he preened their wings. They would become a puddle in his lap, every time. And he absolutely loved it. It was so empowering, watching Reader completely give themselves up to him, like they were doing now.
They had already melted into warm putty in his lap. iTrapped gently plucked a loose feather, then paused for a moment to look over his work. Reader's wings already looked much better, and they looked almost high on the preening.
iTrapped smirked slightly. "You always get so relaxed when I do this, don't you?" He asked rhetorically, voice soft and soothing. Reader nodded once in response, clearly distracted by the way his touch.
His hands moved deliberately down to the base of one wing, his nails carefully digging into the sensitive skin where wings met back. Reader's wings immediately puffed up in surprise, and they let out a startled chirp.
Ever since iTrapped had discovered that extremely sensitive spot months ago, he always exploited it. Whenever he touched that sensitive skin, it pulled the most adorably helpless noises from them. God, he loved it.
He then gently scratched there, pulling them a bit closer to his chest. Each scrape of his nails pulled Reader further into those bird-like instincts. Their pupils were dilated wide, shoulders relaxed. Their body was practically slumped against his chest.
"My sweet, pretty dove…" iTrapped whispered in their ear, his fingers still continuing the sweet, torturous scratching.
One particular scratch pulled a soft, dove-like coo from Reader's throat. The moment iTrapped heard that noise, he let out a satisfied groan. Again, his fingers moved to the length of their wings, preening again although they were already thoroughly cleaned.
Reader squirmed weakly, letting out soft coos and chirps whenever he brushed a sensitive spot. iTrapped ate those noises up every time. It was practically a drug to him, watching them completely fall apart under his hands.
Once again, he moved his fingers to the bases of their wings, one hand on each. iTrapped deliberately squeezed them, pulling a chirp from Reader's throat.
"You like this, birdy…?" iTrapped asked as he began scratching mercilessly. Reader let out a pathetic trill, unable to hold it back. It was so embarrassing, yet they still let him. Resisting didn't even feel like an option anymore.
iTrapped let out a content sigh when he heard that trill—so bird-like, so pathetic. He loved how Reader couldn't even hold their noises back. He could tell they were a little embarrassed, but that just made it even better.
Reader's eyes fluttered shut briefly as iTrapped gently stroked the soft feathers on the base of their wings, not scratching anymore. The touch was gentler, more soothing rather than overwhelming. Their eyes fluttered shut briefly.
iTrapped noticed the shift—how Reader relaxed more, wings limp instead of being so puffed up like before. "Go ahead to sleep, precious," he whispered softly, "I'll stay right here with you." His reassurances reached their ears like a soothing melody, only making them more tired.
"Mm… love you…" Reader mumbled sleepily, resting their body back against his chest. iTrapped wrapped a firm arm around their waist and pulled them close against him, resting his chin atop their head while still slowly stroking their wings.
iTrapped's lips twitched up in a smile. Yes, it was still deceptive—yet it was softer now in a way. There was still an underlying possessiveness in the way his arm kept them tightly against him, but it was more genuine now.
"I love you, too, little birdy." He whispered, watching as Reader slipped into sleep. Their breathing slowed to a sleepy rhythm, deep and steady. While iTrapped wouldn't admit it to anyone, he genuinely enjoyed having them so close like this. It was intoxicating to him, hearing then whisper, I love you, so sweetly.
And this is how they would always be. They wouldn't ever leave iTrapped, not if he had anything to say about it. Reader would always be his, and they had no say in it.