I swear there's nothing up my sleeve...

(I'm an adult, and go by any pronouns)

I'm a writer, smut enthusiast, and lover of the dark and grotesque. I enjoy reading dark romance but it never hits quite right, so I'd love to write my own. I listen to post-rock, dark wave, and Southern Gothic-style music to set the tone for my writing. I'm particularly interested in monsters, yandere, and horror concepts, so you'll probably be seeing a lot of that. A friend dared me to start this blog by saying "I bet you can't make a career out of writing", so I'm here to prove them otherwise. At best ,I succeed, and at worst it'll just be a fun way to write more!

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"Just listen to 'em, talking about a preacher like that," she'd said, disapproval making her mouth thin.

You'd been looking forward to seeing this new preacher for yourself on Sunday, but your younger sister fell ill and so you stayed home to watch her. When your parents and brother return from church late that afternoon, they have a stranger riding in the wagon with them. You step outside, wiping your hands on your apron and hushing the barking dog.

"We're having a guest over for dinner," your momma says to you.

That means you need to make a little extra of everything, as well as set the table with the nice tableware. You nod and turn to look at the man who leaps nimbly out of the wagon and smiles at you. He has a bible tucked under his arm. The pages are yellowed and frayed from use. He's wearing a wide-brimmed hat that shades his green eyes and hides his hair, though a curly black strand falls stubbornly over his forehead. This must be the new preacher. He looks exactly like what the woman in town have described.

"Hello," you say.

"You can call me Preacher Isaac," he says.

You tell him your own name, and that's the end of your exchange. Your father claps him on the shoulder and leads him into the house. The men sit in the living room and talk about the coming harvest and roping cows, while you and your momma cook in the kitchen. You steal glances at the preacher through the doorway when you can. He sits relaxed in an old rocker, one boot cocked on top of the other. His plaid shirt is rolled at the sleeves, revealing tan forearms.

He doesn't much look like a preacher, you think.

"Watch the stew, you're burning it," your momma says in exasperation.

Your car was making a strange noise, so you took it to the mechanic. You only half listened to the man as he explained what was wrong with it. In fact, you didn't really even look at him. All you'd remember later were his hands: big, rough, with black grease under the short nails.

He'd looked at you plenty, though, memorizing your face. You held yourself with the quivering kind of tension that told him you'd just suffered something painful in your life, and you were struggling to keep it together. He asked for your number, said it was so you could call him if you ever had a problem with your car again. He called your phone and told you to save his number. You did, numbly. Then you paid and left.

The next time he's on his way to the cafe, he plucks roses from someone's garden, wondering if you'll like them. He presents them with a shy smile, his eyes practically glowing with joy behind his glasses. His fingers are bleeding, he must have pricked them on the thorns. And yet, every single thorn has been removed from the stems. At this point, you're a little uneasy about his intentions towards you, but he has gone through so much trouble, so you accept the flowers with a soft "thank you."

(I'm anti AI, all my writing is entirely my own.)

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🔴 I won't write anything involving minors, bestiality, or scat. If a request just isn't for me, I reserve the right to delete it or leave it unanswered (this is unlikely though)

🟢 I will write dubcon, somnophilia, and body horror. If you're not sure whether I'll write something, feel free to send an ask about it. As long as it's within reasonable territory, I'll give it a shot!

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