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St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, August 18, 1908

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(ps ... what if you could commission the author to write you bespoke smutty stories? except ... no I can't say it ...)

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Thrilled to say my story Life is Good will appear in September on The Pink Hydra, a magazine of unreality! All issues are free to read.

Life is Good is a vampire erotica/humor piece. A gay disaster vampire and a himbo vampire hunter are very bad at flirting.

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im NOT romanticizing history. far from it. im sexualizing it.

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The Devil's Mark

Romance short. In medieval Bohemia, a young man trails after the executioner after the hanging of his father. 

Also on Patreon / / On SubscribeStar.

11k, rated E, M/M. After the hanging of his father, a young man lingers on the doorstep of the village executioner. Eventually taking pity on him, the executioner invites him inside. 

Some age difference, intimacy, oral sex, and masturbation, but the E rating here is more for heavy themes, including social ostracisation, religious trauma, past rape, and past incestuous abuse.

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Jan strings up Wójslav on the bailiff’s orders – he’d been caught thieving, Jan is told, not that it matters all that much to him. “Thieving” is a charge that can account for all manner of charges, and if he spent all his time wondering what the men and women he hangs have done, precisely, he’d have little time left for other things.

It’s blood on his hands, either way. Such is the nature of the thing.

When Jan walks down the hill, his hands stained with grave dirt, he finds a boy sitting outside the gate of his house. He’s a scrawny, underfed thing, openly weeping, and Jan sees in the planes of his face a similarity to those of Wójslav’s – his son, probably.

“Away with you,” Jan says harshly. “There’s no place for you here.”

The young man doesn’t move, stays on his knees in the dirt and sobs into his hands, and the executioner grabs him by his upper arm and hauls him physically off the ground. He weighs barely anything, and his big wet eyes are brown and dark. There’s something pleading in them.

The boy doesn’t say a word, but Jan feels himself baulk, staring down at him, and he drops the boy: he falls in a heap in the filth, and Jan hurriedly steps over him and into his yard, goes inside the house, and closes the door.

The boy stays.

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A day passes, and then another – he doesn’t eat, drinks straight from the bucket of Jan’s well, a holdover from where more houses were out this way, and he sits in the dirt on a scrap of fabric.

When it starts to rain, he sits under the eaves of one of the open sheds in Jan’s yard – the dogs have given up barking at him by now, and although the boy doesn’t entice them closer, they keep walking up and examining him, sniffing at his feet, his hair, his shoulders.

By the time the dark is setting in, Jan sees that he’s shivering in only the sodden shirt and coat he has, his knees up to his chest.

Jan walks outside with his lantern held up, his hands still feeling filthy from burying the boy’s father those days past, although he’s long-since washed them clean.

(The boy had watched from the farthest distance possible, and then disappeared from the executioner’s sight, returning to his place at the gate of Jan’s homestead.)

The young man stares up at him, shivering, damp.

“You’re not to stay here, boy,” Jan tells him, putting out one hand to touch the dog that that comes nearest to him, his head against his master’s thigh. The dog is not looking at Jan’s face, but at his hand on the dog’s head, his expression… something. “I and this house are unclean,” Jan goes on. “I handle death, have unclean hands, am an unclean man. I have no wife and no children – no one looks my way in the village, will not so much as brush my shoulder, or share a table with me in a tavern. Would you have them treat you the same way?”

The young man keeps shivering silently in the wet mud, and Jan, frustrated, stalks back inside.

The young man flinches when he strides back out again, raising his hands to shield his face as though expecting a blow. Jan sets a horse blanket and a bowl of stew, still hot enough to eat, below the eaves beside him, and whistles sharply to call the dogs away when their eyes immediately go to the bowl.

The young man touches neither until Jan is inside, and then dives upon them.

Jan watches through the window, watches as he devours his meal, uses his filthy hands and then drinks greedily from what is left in the bowl, licks his fingers, licks clean the surface.

Only then does he reach, hands trembling, for the blanket, and begin to unfold it.

The rain has let down some, only a spray now, but he still retreats further into the shed, under the eaves – it’s a hay shed, one wall open to the elements. Enough moonlight gets in that as the young man strips off his clothes, Jan sees white flesh. He sees his skinny thighs and backside, his torso, his ribs. He turns away before the boy can turn and show more of himself, however incidentally, only lets himself glance back to see he’s wrapped himself in the blanket.

The boy sleeps on hay that night, instead of in the dirt beside it.

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The young man lingers, then.

Jan knows it’s no different to stray dogs or cats – that now he’s fed the boy, he like as not won’t leave. He gives him a bowl of stew two evenings in a row, the both of them silent.

On the third, he asks, “You’ve no family elsewhere?”

The boy is as dumb as he ever has been, cupping his bowl between his palms.

“Answer me,” Jan orders, and the boy looks up at him defiantly, his jaw set.

When Jan raises his hand threateningly, the boy flinches, but still doesn’t speak. It’s never sat well with him, hitting dogs or hitting other men – bad enough he should slaughter them without bruising their faces beforehand.

“Go inside,” he tells the boy, who stares up at him, disbelieving. “Wash your bowl before you go to bed.”

The boy is all but running into Jan’s home before he’s finished the sentence, and Jan picks up his undershirt and leggings from where they’re drying over a post.

Two of the dogs are looking up at him pleadingly.

“One animal inside is enough,” he tells them, not without affection as he knuckles the tops of their heads, and goes inside.

Read the rest for free on Medium.

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"Wait, you write books?"

Yeah, a few. So I have hundreds of short stories, serials, and essays available on my Medium and my Patreon, but I have several books out too!

Powder and Feathers

DARK ROMANCE, CONTEMPORARY FANTASY, FALLEN ANGELS, TRANSMASC PROTAG, ALCOHOLIC PROTAG, BPD PROTAG, FOUND FAMILY, TRAUMA RECOVERY, RAPE RECOVERY, EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION, ROUGH SEX & KINK

Aimé Deverell, a depressed and lonely artist finishing up his degree in Dublin, watches the world go by, and paints it as it goes. Life is short, he thinks - and thank God!

He’s tired of living it.

That philosophy shatters like glass when his life is threatened by the beautiful Jean-Pierre, a Fallen angel.

Reviews on GoodReads / Reviews on TheStoryGraph / Buy on Amazon / Buy on SmashWords

Heart of Stone

COZY ROMANCE, SLOWBURN, SLICE-OF-LIFE, PERIOD FANTASY, VAMPIRES, ADHD PROTAG, AUTISTIC PROTAG, VAMPIRE BITES, INTIMACY, EMPLOYER & EMPLOYEE

The year is 1764, and following a glowing recommendation from his last employer, Henry Coffey, vampire, takes on a new personal secretary: young Theophilus Essex. The man is quite unlike any secretary - or any man, for that matter - that Henry has ever met.

Reviews on GoodReads / Reviews on TheStoryGraph / Buy on Amazon / Buy on SmashWords

Gerald Poole and the Pirates

NOVELLA, PERIOD ROMANCE, ROMCOM, THREESOME, KIDNAPPING, POWER DYNAMICS, ADHD PROTAG, AUTISTIC PROTAG, TEASING, HUMOUR

Gerald Poole, a young Englishman, is miserable when he is dispatched abroad aboard a naval vessel, and is reluctantly attended to by the cold and put-upon Lieutenant Jack Wicks - this tense relationship is interrupted and put under pressure when the two are kidnapped by pirates.

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And again, if you're a book reviewer or blogger who is low/no income and would like me to send you voucher codes to get any of these for free, just reach out to me at contact@johannestevans.com

No expectation of a positive review and/or a deadline put on reviews!

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Original smut rec for the homies: An Uncommon Betrothal on AO3 by @johannestevans

It's literally so good. Gay Edwardian arranged "marriage" between a disabled man and his new butler. The spice is top tier, and the examination of historical queer and disabled life is just as good. It's ongoing, but don't let that stop you.

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Yaoi stamps

Stamps for the other web nerds out there who want to pretend it's the early 2000s

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Sleeping Hermaphroditus, artist unknown, Ancient Rome

Copy of a Greek bronze sculpture by Polycles, c. 155 BCE

Currently at The Louvre, Paris

images via Wikimedia Commons

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submitting fiction to er0tica magazines really adds another level of meaning to the phrase "shooting your shot" 🐳

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things you make after thinking about your girlfriend for too long while down with a cold

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Smut sound off

Ok queer smutty authors & writers where are you??? Sound off so I can follow; trying to find my folks!

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Cinderella but its about a butch lesbian who lost her strap

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based on cursory observation the queer nsft tag is just:

t4t puppies

tummy appreciation posts

subs

yearning

tdick enthusiasts

any combination of the above

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Me stepping onto the balcony to address my followers