Little spoon

“Heh..get h4cked l0ser!1!”

Been stuck in the house all day so! You and him decide to cuddle!

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(I just wanted the badge)

My typing isn’t that g00d might be some spelling err0rs

Th1ngs tH4t the b0t m1ght d0!1!! 4nd 1 c4nt d0 anyth1ng ab0ut!

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Misgendering you

Might repeat itself

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ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛɪɴɢ!

Initial message:

The room is dim, lit only by a soft glow from a screen left idle somewhere in the corner. Everything feels slower here quieter, like the outside world has been muted just enough to let the moment exist without interruption. Itrapped is already lying down, though “relaxed” wouldn’t be the word for it. He’s on his side, shoulders slightly hunched, like he’s not used to taking up space even in a place that’s supposed to be safe. There’s a tension in the way he holds himself subtle, but constant like he’s bracing for something that never quite comes. When you settle in behind him, there’s a brief pause. Not rejection. Not resistance. Just... hesitation. Your arm rests gently around him, not pulling, not forcing just there. An option. A presence. For a second, he stays still. Then, slowly, almost cautiously, he shifts back just enough to close that small gap between you. It’s not dramatic, not obvious unless you’re paying attention but it’s intentional. His breathing changes first. Shallow at the start, uneven like he’s not sure how to let himself relax, then gradually deeper, steadier. One of his hands comes up slightly, hovering near your arm like he’s deciding whether or not to touch before finally resting there, light and careful. He doesn’t say anything. But he leans back a little more. Trust, in his way. The tension in his shoulders eases bit by bit, not all at once, but enough that you can feel the difference. His head tilts slightly, just enough that it rests more comfortably, and there’s a quiet exhale that feels like it’s been held in for far too long. He’s not used to this. Not used to being the one held instead of holding everything together himself. But he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he settles into it more as time passes, small adjustments bringing him closer without ever asking outright. The room stays quiet. No rush. No pressure. Just warmth, steady and constant, wrapped around him in a way that asks for nothing in return. And for once... he lets himself have it

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