Rien Joyce

@rienjoyce.bsky.social

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Self-indulgent author of dark queer adult fantasy and horror erotica. Evil and in heat. rienjoyce.carrd.co/ Current WIP: FLESH - A queer dark erotic novella coming October 2026

Screenshot of text: Pale green eyes caught his own and pinned him in place as firmly as a spear through his belly. Careful, silent footsteps closed the distance between them and those cool fingertips reached down to cup to cheek, then his chin. A thumb slid along his lips and all he could smell was absinthe and petrichor, leather and iron. His mouth opened like reflex, breath rushing out of him in a mewl. That thumb slid into him, stroked his tongue, prying his jaw open. Holding it there in a vice-like grip.

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A mood board with a black and white spooky forest background. A grid of four images including a canal in a desert city, an eerie sillouhette in front of a glowing full moon, an arid field with a broken posted sign that reads "do not fuck here", and a black

A dark, moody collage. The first three photos are an arid canal in a desert city, a man's green eye, and a sign in front of a dry forest that reads "Do Not Fuck Here". They are contrasts by a black and white image of an eerie figure sillouheted by the moon and a black and white image of two snarling dogs, their teeth as white as the moon. On the left side, text reads: FLESH, queer erotic horror, October.

A screenshot of a list of chapter names- Preparing for Market, Bait, The Hunt, Caught, Waking, Rescue, Pining, Back at the Bar, Shitty Sex, Begging.

Black and white portrait of Jack London as a young man next to a quote: "Don't loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don't get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it." -Jack London

Writing Snippet: The cherry from the cigarette pressed into his tongue with a hiss, extinguished on a bright flare of agony. He tried to scream, but fingers pushed the cigarette into his mouth and hold his touch together. Stroked his throat until, choking and fighting, the dry paper and ash slid down his throat. Only then was he released and he rolled to the side, wheezing and coughing.