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[1800titz]

Hehe, just wanted to let everyone know that chapter 3 of TDIAG (The Devil is a Gentleman) will be up on Thursday (5/25/23) at 2PM EST. You can access my wattpad from my bio!

He tests the knots, asking about her comfort, and knees his way off the bed to gather some more supplies. This time, he culls a roll of onyx bondage tape and a bottle of lubricant (from his own duffel). 

“Having a good time, love?” Harry half-jests once he’s kneed his way back onto the mattress behind her. 

He expects a hum, or silence, or a jab back, but the “Yes, Sir,” and the dreamy sigh he receives carries so much earnest sincerity that he can’t help but to fondle over her backside fondly. Alas, he must break the caress to find the wand, and when he does, she whines. 

“Be quiet,” the dominant tells her, though there’s no true chastising to his cadence, “Desperate, little thing.” 

Isla shivers in the restraints. Her ears pick up on the sound of tape unsticking (she presumes he uses his teeth to rip it off). Then, the head of the wand presses up between her splayed thighs, and she hears a click before it buzzes alive. 

“S’good there?” Eros prods, but she’s sure he can tell from her muscles melting that, yes, it’s good. 

“Mm-Mhm,” is all she can manage, and a sliver of tape begins to wind over her thigh, fastening the stimulation of the toy. This time, when he withdraws, it’s easier to focus her attention onto the buzzing against her cunt and not his lack of attention on her. When he comes back, Isla vaguely picks up on another click, a pause, a second click. And then something cold unfamiliarly presses to her hole. Her entire body twitches. 

The motion doesn’t seem to discourage Eros, though, because he just grips over her hip with his pleather-clad hand and grazes her skin with his thumb as whatever the other thing is strokes between her cheeks. It’s his digit, Isla discovers — eventually, the stroking goes to prodding, and the prodding goes to dipping, and he dips the tip of his digit into her. 

Helplessly, she squeaks, and the sensation from the vibrator swallows the initial discomfort of the stretch. As his finger delves deeper, however, she bites into her lip and attempts to stretch away. That he has a different reaction to. 

“Excuse me?” the man pauses, and then smacks her with the hand that’d been holding onto her hip so sweetly only moments prior, “Don’t move.” 

She’s pretty good from there. She sighs into it as Harry lets his middle finger venture, sliding carefully and withdrawing slowly. It’s a sight. This is the wallet picture, it’s this one, he decides. Her hands bound to her ankles, her back arched beautifully, her hair cascading to one side of the mattress and the other showcasing a gorgeous view of her side-profile, her parted, swollen-from-teeth mouth. The gem of the image is, perhaps, the way her ass swallows his finger like it was fucking made for it. 

“Christ, baby,” he says after a little while, almost in awe, “F’you could just see the way your arse takes me.”

[ghoststyles]

Which of 1800titz‘ stories is your favorite? 📖

@1800titz miss titz you have been summoneddddd 🫡🫡🫡

I love them ALL but tbh TDIAG is always my fav 🤩

but loving the Patreon content — best friends dad 😵‍💫😮‍💨

and I’m LOVVVING spanko. So excited to see what happens w them 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[freedomfireflies]

Okay so not going to lie, I held off on reading Mine for a long time because I’ve not been huge on gang bang situations and then all these asks were coming in about Asher about I was like “ALRIGHT IT’S TIME” and so I just finished it and like… what the fuck.

What. The fuck.

…….the fuck????

Pretty sure my brain is short circuiting?

Also reading it with Hayden Christiansen’s face in mind for Asher? 😵‍💫 um yeah that was cruel. That was… yeah. Woof.

First of all, this unlocked an unnervingly amount of new fantasies. It’s practically embarrassing?? I might even be having an identity crisis? Having Asher hold her legs open or pinning her arms above her while Harry takes what he wants and they both just smirk? I??? I literally just shivered. Exhibitionism has always been like, oh, that’s curious? I’ve read SOOO many fics with exhibitionism, and really the only time it’s done something for me is if the MC is blind folded and can hear multiple voices around her and doesn’t know who’s touching her (i.e. TDIAG by 1800titz) but what… the fuck… okay I’ll get into Asher later. The fact that people were suffering while he was on the phone with Sean and fucking her? And him grinning through it? The GUN? Like no way. No. Fucking. Way. Am into that or is it just because you wrote it? I can’t… I can’t process. Who am I.

Not new kinks but YES PLEASE?: humiliation, d/s (& tiny bit of ddlg) dynamics, PUNISHMENT, possessiveness (HELLO?)

Mine H is so… like I literally want to whine. It’s ACTUALLY stuck in my throat. I genuinely am not joking when I say feel myself falling into a submissive state just after reading? And there’s that feeling in my throat threatening to whine again? He’s so? Everything he says? I want him. I want him BAD. I’ve never wanted anything like I want him. NEVER. Saying he’s “so dom” doesn’t even feel like the right way to describe it. He’s different. Better. More. From any Harry I’ve read. And maybe that’s because your dialogue IS SO DAMN GOOD. His VIBE. His words. His tone. His RAGE? Is everything. I can’t even put him into a mean or soft dom category. He’s his own separate entity. The lust I feel is insane. Maddening. He’s… why the fuck did I wait so long.

Also being called “mama” has been like, a lurking kink for me I think, just waiting dormant, one that I’ve never truly acknowledged but had fleeting thoughts of “that was hot” if it was just sprinkled into a fic, and… I’m done for now. It’s all I want. All I care for. Mama only. *WAILS*

One of my favorite things is that she falls so deeply into a subspace and wants to please him SO bad that he has to make calls for her. This is absolutely one of the most romantic concepts for me. And it’s mentioned in nearly every part that he basically has to assess her state and make those calls for her because she’ll be so far away. (Also side note, the way you’ve ensured consent throughout all of this is so special and sacred to me?) I’ve never been in a genuine induced sexual subspace but I imagine that’s how I’ll be. So desperate to please and make someone happy that I won’t safe word. And the idea that someone is SO dedicated to you, so in tune with every part of you physically and emotionally, that they make the call for you is one of the most… like I just fawn for it. That’s a love story to me. But I’m also clearly a lil fucked up so LOL

When Asher calls Harry to stop punishment and suddenly H is scooping her up? And checking on her? I will melt. And then Asher baby is so worried:( and she kisses his neck to get him to soften a little. Let’s please tie Asher up and do whatever we want with him. PLEASE I BEG. Let’s torture him a little (not literal and I feel for this fic it needs to be specified). I just wanna run a feather down his cock when he’s immobilized and watch it twitch 😵‍💫 and I want Harry watching and laughing as Asher becomes needy and desperate, maybe even gets really fucking mad as he fights his restraints. That’d be hot. Okay I gotta stop I’m getting worked up.

I live for mama and H’s fluffy moments. THE WINK WHEN HE KISSED HER KNUCKLES. Just. Kill me now. I’m. Gonna jump off a building.

I’m sure I’m forgetting something but I’m. I need more time to process. I’ve left off before pillow talk but I had to say something before all my thoughts… float away.

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Literally the cutest, nicest comments I think I've ever received and the FACT THAT PEOPLE READING THIS STORY MAKES ME NERVOUS BECAUSE I KNOW IT IS DARKER SO!!!!!! THIS JUST MADE MY HEART SPLIT OPEN AND BUTTERFLIES AND RAINBOWS CAME OUT????

I cannot thank you enough for reading and giving it a chance and finding moments that I always think people won't notice and SAYING SUCH KIND THINGS????? BESTIE, MY BRAIN IS BROKEN RIGHT NOW, I'M SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU, I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO SAY IT ENOUGH!! DO NOT DESERVE YOU AT ALL!!!! AT ALL AT ALL AT ALL!!!

Also oh my god the feather on his cock 😗 wait hold on HOLD ON I THINK WE NEED TO DO THIS??? Because she and Harry have never really gotten to tease him before and I honestly think they would be such a hot power couple and team if they wanted to be??? WAIT STOP THE THOUGHTS ARE UNHOLY RIGHT NOW WHOOAAAAA???? Maybe this has to be the next blurb hehe

Also absolutely on the consent and him making calls for her!!! I definitely believe he knows her well enough to know what her limits are, even if she's not in the right frame of mind to remember herself!!! And I think Asher is learning, too, so if he needed to make a call, he would!

I just want to be loved by two hot men, is that such a crime???

I LOVE YOU!!!!! GONNA FANGIRL OVER THIS ALL DAY!

[its-me-vixen]

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[awilddreamermain]

Finally to start writing for TDIAG. 🥴🤭 I'm exciteddd

[thedevilisaginger-official-blog]

Coming late 2017 Early 2018!! TDIAG!! Webcomic coming to your local tumblr community! Enjoy the fantastic adventures of the Seven Sins, as well as Satan himself, and his human companion, as they try and right the world of it’s sins, send people to Hell, and in the process find what the meaning of caring about those around you really means.

Hello everyone, Shastabub here, bringing you my first webcomic in the process. Release date is set for somewhere around October 2017, and will update bi-weekly. Stay tuned for more information!

[1800titz]

TDIAG Harry in every setting but Indulge:

strikes up conversation with a stranger in a self-checkout line, makes charming jokes about shoplifting grapes as he eats them out of the bag LALALA

TDIAG Harry at Indulge in chapter 3:

[1800titz]

I think I’m a little too obsessed with writing TDIAG right now, becaude I decided to update the little banners in the chapters and I made a bunch of them 😳 I have to say that none of this art belongs to me ! (except the mask. I drew the mask. And I added the little hearts onto the bracelet because it’s THE bracelet!) Anyways I have so much fun with this story

[1800titz]

GUYS, I’M SORRY ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGER. It had to be done ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But I’m already working on the next chapter, so don’t be too upset with me. Anyways, chapter 5 moodboard?

[1800titz]

something about tdiag harry and his and yns relationship after they know each other and it’s out in the open. domestic dominance. him domming her in her own house.

I did a little blurb on the coffee funishment thing I talked about a little bit here!! :D

WC: 896

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In one fist cradling a handle, fawn liquid with a plume of steam curling up out of the mug. It’s chalky— there’s too much creamer, and probably too much sugar. He knows the way she likes it. In the other—

Harry blinks. 

Isla gnaws into her cheek, the way she does when she’s trying to get a rise without outwardly chortling, like she’s trying to stifle a peal of laughter before executing the punchline of a joke. 

“Very funny,” he hums. 

The other mug is stuffed with unground coffee beans. The corners of her mouth twitch. She sticks it into his direction; an outstretched offering of an unbrewed, caffeinated concoction in its raw form. Her lips wobble. 

He’s awake. 

“It’s your coffee,” Isla murmurs. Clears her throat when the statement garbles over poorly cached mirth. 

He takes the mug, and her serious mien cracks like a heap of bedrock crumbling, giggling as his shoulders climb and fall on an exaggerated sigh. If she wasn’t so amused, something would probably itch in her guts at the sight of him denuded and exasperated, shirtless and sleep-soft under the eiderdown. 

The way he scrubs over his face and stares into the mug like he’ll miraculously discover actual coffee — based on his intended request — at the bottom if he just stares long enough, the edges of his mouth ticking in lopsided amusement (he abysmally masks), just has her laughing harder. 

“You’re a fucking brat,” Harry tells her, finally, bobbing his head, and her tummy swells with her hiccupy cackles— his head twists as he toggles over his phone— “It is— eight in the morning, you little menace. D’you just… plan these things the night before?”

Isla shrugs. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

He cocks his head. A soft come hither with a head of soft curls— she obliges, and he sweeps her mug from her hands, carefully, grappling over the top of the searing ceramic like it’s a balmy warmth to the pads of his fingers. Sets it onto the nightstand on a coaster. 

“Well. You can go ahead and eat one of these,” Harry tells her, cradling her close by the small of her back and nudging the cold cup of coffee beans between them. 

Isla sputters. “What?” 

“Well, what did you want me to do with it?” 

“It’s— your coffee,” Isla parrots, pointedly, muffling her speech with another snort. 

Harry hums. He blinks and tells her, slowly, “Eat one.” 

“No,” she squawks indignantly, wriggling reflexively in his hold when his forearm cinches. 

He loosens, the corners of his lips curling in a deceitfully sangfroid simper, “No?” And then—

Isla makes a little sound when he sets the coffee beans onto the nightstand beside her own confiscated beverage and manhandles her into pitching over onto the mattress, clambering up onto his knees with surprising speed for the hour on what’s meant to be a languorous weekend. 

“Did you just tell me no?” 

Isla laughs nervously, stuttery, and dim, and smothered against the comforter when he digs his knee into the small of her back, hiking up her sleep-shirt (an oversized keepsake borrowed to never be returned from his own collection) enough for her panties to peek. 

“…No?”

An indignant sound mottles her paroxysm when Harry pins her arm behind her back, slotting the bones in her wrist into a posture of filched obedience. 

“Hm?” 

A cry, then— something that starts sharp out of surprise and thaws into a soft hum when he swats over her backside with his free hand enough times to make her whine. Not enough to make it hurt. She twists her head over the duvet when he pauses, just enough to catch a glimpse of his torso stretching and his arm reaching—

She gasps, like a breath before letting a lapping salt chuck swallow her down, and contorts (with little leverage on account of the knee stapling her to the bed). Isla flails and squeals when he fingers a coffee bean past her lips. Pure sadism. It’s bitter — the amalgam of uncooked coffee and his cruel mirth, meshed with his skin stroking over her taste buds. She nearly bites—

She sputters as he tucks his fingers out, gauging her aim, and spits it back onto the blanket. He makes a disappointed hum, and she wriggles under him.

“You’ve made a mess, well done,” Harry sighs. He plucks the sloppy remnants from the sheets, “What have you done that for? …Perfectly good coffee.” and sets it onto the nightstand. 

Her face creases. He’s a mean, mean man. She lets him know as much, brows pinched, and Harry hums something amused in response, digging the weight of his knee back into her when he reaches over and culls her coffee. 

She gets just enough of a peer to note the way his nose scrunches before he clears his throat and tells her, “Fuck me, that’s sweet.” 

Isla groans. The mug returns to the nightstand with a clink. He presses a palm over her shoulder blade and murmurs, “Coffee. Black. You know the way I like it. Get it right this time. And,” his hand meanders from her back to her crown when he nudges her face into the soiled spot she’s left with her saliva, garbled with hints of a lax grin, “You’re going to clean this up, or I’m going to spank you raw.”

[1800titz]

If the Harry’s in my fics were niche kinks:

TDIAGrry: I mean we could go with so many here. But we’re gonna go with, vaguely, marks.

Which is a very broad niche, but. This dude loves marks. Petechiae smearing skin when he suctions over the flesh. Teeth marks that mimic the curls of his two rows when he bites, welting handprints with miraculously crisp borders — anytime he’s touched something and broken it, just a little bit. Just enough for a lasting, palpable impact. Whether he leaves it with his hands, his incisors, or some other object.

Trivia!Harry: Erotic asphyxiation. You’ll get it eventually. This mfer loves to collar over the column of a throat with his massive hand. Loves the way he feels the vague thud of a pulse in his cupped palm. It’s sort of a paradox, because the rest of him is so soppy sweet. Pulpy. Nice. But then he’ll consensually cradle over a jugular and ogle that initial, brief, instinctual burst of panic swelling in someone’s eyes and—

You get it.

Vamprry: It’s easy to go with blood for a vampire, or biting, but we’re gonna go with belly bulging.

Vamprry has seen it (and probably) done it all, and there’s one thing that always gets him going, and that’s when he’s bullied his cock in so deep that he can see the shape of himself under the soft flesh of a tummy. The thought that he’s stuffed himself so far inside, got his partner so full, that he’s literally rearranging something within her enough to descry it—

But also, biting.

RideTheT!ger: Multi-penetration. Whether it’s dp with his cock and a toy, or whether he’s wriggling in a finger alongside whatever he’s stuffed his partner with, Tiger is simply a sucker for multi-penetration. There’s something hot about the stretch, the hints of reaction from his partner, the desperation for more and/or the way his partner is simply willing to endure to please him. It’s not for everyone, but when Tiger finds someone that’s open to it and enjoys it as much as he does, well. It’s game over.

Shibari Man: The obvious one is bondage, but we’re gonna go with gagging.

Shibari!H loves to watch someone gag during sex. He loves making someone gag. Whether it’s with his cock, plunged a smidge too deep over the back of a tongue or literally just his fingers stuffing up to the back of someone’s mouth, gagging is his thing. His achilles heel, if you will. Because he can be the most composed mfer with the most ludicrous ataraxy, even during sex, and the second someone gags over him????? Goodnight.

Honorable mentions:

Gladiator: Breeding kink. You’ll see.

Piraterry: Blindfolds. Piraterry loves seeing his partner vulnerable, and with their senses heightened and one of their senses robbed, they are pretty vulnerable for his affections. Pair that with a binding of some sort? Yep. He’s got a gift wrapped up all pretty for him in bed.

[1800titz]

Just another… tdiag moment…

[1800titz]

could we hear a bit about harry and isla’s dynamic once they’re in a relationship? i feel like he would still be a dom even in an out of sex setting 🫣

OOOO yeah he’s definitely still dommy when they start seeing each other outside of Indulge, and I think he ends up being dommy even in an out of sex setting, too!! I feel like they end up going for more of a 24/7 type deal and the dom/sub sort of dynamic starts to leak into their everyday lives (I’ll be doing extras on patreon going into this more). But I think he does subtle things without even realizing at first like always having a hand on her when they’re out and about, or scolding her for opening the door instead of letting him do it, or giving her The Look if she’s doing something out of line ((Like one time they were eating out and she started throwing chips at him across the booth and then yk. The Look).

It’s like, they’re not innately dommy things, but they are. Eventually, their relationship sort of just evolved and they talked and talked and talked and figured out what worked for them!! 

When it comes to the 24/7 thing with rules, and punishments, and etc, a BDSM dynamic is infinitely flexible, so they end up finding what works for them over time, like I said. And they talk about EVERYTHING. Because safe, sane, and consensual(!!) 

There’s hard rules and there’s “bendy” rules — breaking “bendy” rules is an outlet for Isla to let Harry know she wants a certain type of attention, and “bendy” rules earn funishments that aren’t pre discussed, ie lighter spanking, more sexual forms of punishment like orgasm denial, overstimulation, etc. Harry is very mean dom but he’s also a huge brat tamer, so he’s got a ton patience as opposed to the type of dom that expects outright obedience, and Isla is a huge brat when it comes to subbing, so the “bendy” rules let them explore that more — they’re sort of expected to be broken, to an extent! For example, a “bendy” rule that Isla always seems to break has to do with her attitude/sarcastic tendencies. If Harry asks her to grab him a cup of coffee in the morning since she’s getting up out of bed before him to get her own, she comes back with two cups— a cup of coffee for herself and a cup of literal coffee beans for Harry. Trying to get a rise. Which results in Harry rolling his eyes and telling her she can go ahead and eat a coffee bean if she wants to be a brat (to which Isla incredulously squawks, “No!”) and he teases her about her saying no to him and spanks her a few times. ((Also he steals the coffee she brought in for herself, and then complains and gives it back with his nose crinkled because it’s too sweet.))

Hard rules are pre-negotiated rules in place that earn deliberate, unpleasant corrections that fit the infraction (that are also heavily pre discussed — I literally can’t emphasize enough that Isla and Harry always talk everything over and communicate). The rules are all stuff that Isla and Harry have both decided will improve something for Isla in some way, like self care rules, rules regarding punctuality, etc, and they’re always open to be edited or revised! For example, a hard rule that she has is put her shoes away when she gets home ((because she’s tripped over them 64838483948839493 times leaving them out in piles)) and if she doesn’t do it then there’s a punishment to follow that isn’t any fun, because it’s intended to alter a behavior. Since she didn’t focus on this tiny detail that would take literally a split second to do, she then has to write lines and spend much longer focusing on “arbitrary” details. So, she has to write 100 lines really neatly in a specific layout, and if she messes up on any of the lines she has to start over. 

Honestly, the worst “punishment” for Isla is being told that Harry is disappointed with her. Like. Ouch. And he only does it for the hard rules that she’s broken, when he really is disappointed. It’s pretty effective. Other super unpleasant punishments that Isla has (that they’ve both talked over and agreed upon) are cold showers, harder spanking sessions, being forced to stand in a corner for an allotted time period with no attention, etc. It’s all stuff that fits the crime and Harry gets pretty creative with it sometimes (like she’d been told 748848593943 times to clean up after herself if she was baking in the kitchen, and she doesn’t clean up for the 648839493th time, so he has her eat a crumbly food in the guest bedroom on the bed and has her sleep there, and the crumbs are super annoying because she can’t get them all the way off the bed — very creatively sadistic on Harry’s part). Which isn’t really sexy per say, but it’s more about the power exchange than a sex thing most of the time for them!! Although it does play into their sex lives!! 

This is super important — they also still have their safeword in place!! One to pause what’s going on and another to pause the dynamic altogether, and to just be Harry and Isla, whether it’s during an argument, etc. ((They don’t ever yell at each other. They just converse and disagree dhdjdj)).

Anyways, this might sound a little cuckoo for cocoa puffs, but they are super happy with each other!! Their dynamic is built on loads of trust and communication, and they are both really, really good to each other. Absolutely everything that they engage in is entirely consensual! This felt like a huge amalgam of dom/subby punishments but even with their 24/7 dynamic they are just chilling with each other and hanging out and being a normal couple 99% of the time :D

[1800titz]

Ugh thinking about the cold shower thing and the way H would be so soft with her after, just standing out there with a towel spread open that she burrows into, and he’d wrap her up in it and cuddle her and hold her so tight and warm and kiss on the top of her head :( and just be like “You’re such a good girl, you know that?” :( The aftercare would hit sooooo hard!! “Let’s get you warmed up. Gonna kiss on every inch of you.”

((Also thinking about the way Isla would initially fight him tooth and nail on it HDJDJDJ

Isla: “What if I get hypothermia?”

Harry: “You won’t.”

Isla: “How would you know!! I take scalding showers, this is going to be so bad for my body.”

Harry: “It’s actually really good for your body. Tons of health benefits.”

Isla: “Not for me!!”

Harry: “They are good for you. They just don’t feel nice, and that’s why it’s a punishment. S’not supposed to feel nice.”

hfjdjfjd))

[1800titz]

for patreon blurb night… elaborate on any of the TDIAG concepts you’ve posted before (please i beg)

Hi bestie!! I did 4.2K for the cold shower concept :O

You can find it on patreon :)

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And it begins. He trails to the bathroom, lugging her behind with his hand fisted over her wrist. Flicks the light on. Shuts the door. Doesn’t say much, until—

“What’s your safeword?” as he tugs her close by her belt loops (maneuvering— he always moves her so easy, stuttering on her toes, lugged along, and she just goes). 

“…Red.”

And that’s all, with careful eye contact, before he begins to discard.

“What if I get hypothermia—“

The pads of his nimble digits pop the button of her jeans through its slit. It’s a doomy rustle of fabric in the lull.

“You’re not going to.” 

Isla’s face creases.

“How would you know? I take scalding showers,” (his little dolly) she lets him pry her denim apart and yank, limbs loose, “This is gonna be, like, so bad for my body.”

Harry sighs. Cocks his head. (The paradigm of insouciance— it makes her teeth catch on her bottom lip until the flesh teems white). 

“They’re actually really good for you.”

It makes her marrow itch; the way his thumbs wriggle down under the sides of her panties and so unceremoniously denude. All in one fatal sweep (she turns her chin and stares at the door, with her face spuming heat). He lugs her jeans over the swell of her thighs until he’s kneeling her ankles. A periphery where he cocks his visage up in an inclination for her to step out. 

Isla murmurs, “Not for me.” 

—Until her legs are bare, and her cunt, and her denim (along with her panties— Harry traces the sticky, wet spot with his thumb and it makes her innards spume heat), gets wadded and scraped aside. 

She doesn’t have time to flush harder before his fingers are at the sliver of skin under her tank where underbelly turns to pelvis to mons, beckoning, “Arms up, please.”

It’s humiliating. Shameful— because he’s seen her naked loads, and loads, and loads of times, but sex is different, sex is—

Not this. Not being softly touched over and disrobed for a punishment, like a twisted anomaly that muddles everything behind her skull.

[1800titz]

TDIAG CHAP 11.1, OUT ON PATREON NOW

You’ll text me when you get home.

Safe and sound. She feels something wedged between her molars — seaweed, maybe, and the bitter tang of unease. A faze that washes over her tongue as she prongs it out from its enamelized prison. She’s safe and sound, sprawled over linen, and somehow the churning behind her ribcage doesn’t simmer away.

She’d been instructed to send a message, actually. It’d been a command. The first time is an accident, but she begins to wonder if she’s breaking some unspoken, unagreed upon rule when she airs Harry Realtor’s Good morning text the next day, sidling out of bed to haphazardly attempt taming her mane of sleep-mussed hair for the workday.

She thinks, it must stipple more into a morally ambiguous territory, rather than a simple sex-rule-disappointment thing, when she notices his Everything okay? message a few hours post her lunch break… and opts to silence his notifications entirely.

She doesn’t know what she’s running from. Seeing his texts surge through the aether and light her LED alive makes a raw panic curdle her bloodstream, but she’s known for weeks that the leather and chains — an alter ego she’d become well accustomed to — was entwined with the seemingly sweet real estate agent, masquerading.

Metathesiophobia. That’s what it’s called on the internet. A long word for a throbbing affliction. Harry doesn’t text again. Dissecting the root of the discomfort feels like discomfort in and of itself.