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hot, sweaty, and intimate posts featuring Joker Out

[saucyjothoughts]

It's a bik bik weekend for us all... Karneval and 10 years of Joker Out!

Anticipating major FOMO for those of us unable to be there, and also a major post-social-event mood slump for those of us who do attend.

So.

How about a little something to look forward to afterwards?

(details under the cut)

Just for fun - if you want to challenge yourself to do all 31 days and exactly 100 words each, please do! But the important thing is picking something that sparks joy and creativity and getting your ideas out there.

Aim for 50-250 per scene as a guide. Most of the prompts have multiple interpretations; there are no wrong answers! Sauce welcome (obviously), but this isn't kinktober - fluff, angst, or any weird and wonderful concepts you might have in mind are included.

Humans only please - AI not welcome! Be as boring, cliche, and full of typos as you like, as long as it's human!

Post on Tumblr with the tag "JO july drabbles 2026" (or submit anonymously to Saucy if you'd prefer to stay in stealth mode)

Or on A03 in the collection (actually I can't figure out how to start a collection without outing myself so maybe just use the same tag? Or pop it in the title of your series/fic. We're a small fandom, we'll find you!)

And remember that fandom means community - reblogs, kudos, comments and conversations are what it's all about.

Who knows, maybe you'll come across a drabble that will turn into your next favourite multi-chapter longfic?

[xx-owl-xx]

JO July Drabbles by @saucyjothoughts

Day Seven: Mistake (118 words)

Walking in on Kris wearing a skirt wasn't on Jure Bingo card for the afternoon, but after getting over the initial shock he couldn't look away. The long cream colored pleated skirt made him look heavenly.

"Jure! It's, it's not wh-"

"You look so fucking hot right now. Do you not realize that?" Jure stepped closer, but never taking his eyes off the material flowing around the blonde.

"Really? I wasn't sure about the color." Kris looked down at himself, fiddling with the material.

"I love it. Makes you look even taller, and more confident than usual. Are you wearing that for the gig tonight?"

"Maybe? You think Finland will like it?"

"Oh they will LOVE it, trust me!"

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Enough of the fake skirts! Kris needs to commit to the full skirt☝️

[ljubitelj-sonca]

JO July Drabbles - Day 6 - London II

I couldn't for the life of me come up with anything for today's prompts so have another one for yesterday's prompt "London"

“No, hard pass,” Bojan states immediately. “Yeah,” Kris agrees, “the waist isn’t narrow enough.” “Also too flat,” Bojan adds. “Hm, true.” Jan shrugs. “I don’t mind it.” “Because you have the weirdest taste,” Kris comments. “What are they doing?” Jure asks Nace quietly a safe distance away from the trio in the kitchen. Nace is leaning against the living room table, watching the spectacle. “Rating spoons apparently,” Nace explains. “Huh?” “Yeah, they’re quite opinionated.” “Ah, that’s a good one,” Kris praises at the sight of the next spoon Jan is holding up. “Looks heavy.” “It is,” Jan confirms, weighing it up and down. Bojan tuts. “Don’t know how to feel about that.” “Why do we even have so many different spoons?” Jure asks. Nace tilts his head in thought. “I guess if the landlords keep renting this place only for a couple months at a time, this kinda stuff just accumulates over time.” “Ohh,” Jan begins again, “how do we feel about this one?” and lifts another spoon. “Incredible!” Bojan exclaims as Kris lets out an “ew!” Jure hums. Fascinating.

[saucyjothoughts]

I'm really excited about the hundred words, even though I thought I wouldn't be interested in the numbers. Also, I'm stuck in London.

Bojan quietly opens the door and hopes that the others are still asleep. He knows what he looks like after a sleepless night, and he doesn't need any comments about it. It's still nice to glance in the mirror and see the traces of sex. They're not just on his skin, but also in his gaze, his posture, his expression. He looks satisfied, relieved and smug, and that's exactly how he feels too.

Bojan is surprised by a sudden movement in the living room. It’s Kris.

"How did it feel? With Damon?" he asks bluntly.

Suddenly Bojan feels only guilty.

The angst!! We think this is a lovely wholesome Bojan/Damon piece (BoMon? DaBo?) and then boom, hitting us with Kris feels. I love it.

[technicallycleverdetective]

6 - Tell me how it feels (485 words)

Here's some teenage Jankris friendship (featuring Bokris) 🖤🩷

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

Jan looks at Kris, who is lying full length across his bed and twisting the ribbon of a teddy bear around his finger. He's done it so many times that it'll probably snap before the knot can be untied.

“Yeah, a couple of times.”

“What's it like?”

“Haven't you…?”

Kris shakes his head and lowers it even further, almost hiding his face in the bear's furry chest, and Jan immediately gives up any notion of teasing his friend.

“It's not that great, to be honest,” he answers. “People's breath stinks and they always want to do it with tongue and it just feels really weird.”

Kris sighs, like this isn't the answer he wants, and stops garroting the bear in favour of rolling onto his back. He gazes sadly at the ceiling in a manner that Jan is becoming familiar with.

“Why are you asking?”

“I don't know.”

“Is it about Bojan?”

“No!” Kris snaps. Jan doesn't know whether to smile or roll his eyes, but ultimately does both. It's kind of cute to listen to Kris go on and on (and on) about how much he doesn't care about Bojan at all, and then watch him look at their friend like he's just seen God.

“Then who do you want to kiss?”

“I don't know. Nobody. I'm just asking.”

“Well, maybe you should ask Bojan. He's probably done it way more than me.”

It's a bit mean, he knows, and Kris scowls. “I know he has. I've seen it.”

“He must like it then.”

“Do you think it's different if you do it with someone you like?” Kris asks, starting to play with his fingers now that the ribbon is no longer available.

“I don't know.” Jan ponders that. It's true that he hasn't really liked either of the people he's kissed before - and to be fair, he didn't actually kiss them. They kissed him and he just went along with it. He doesn't know if that's relevant.

“Maybe,” he says at last. “There must be something that makes people want to do it.”

“I like you,” Kris says. Jan looks down and finds that he's finally stopped watching the ceiling, and is looking back at him.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“I mean, not really, no. Are you offering?”

“No. Unless you want to.”

Kris laughs. “You're very easy-going.”

“That's me,” he agrees.

“Okay.” Kris rolls over and crawls up the bed to him. “Can I try it with you? I've never done it before and I don't want to make a mess of it when it matters.”

“I don't matter?”

“You're the only person I can think of who won't be weird about it.”

He finds that to be a sincerely moving expression of trust, although of course he doesn't let that show. Instead he sits up and casually announces, “Guinea pig at your service.”

[ana-chronista]

440 words to continue what appears to be the Jance streak of my drabbles.

Day Six: Heat

“If I’d known it was going to be this cold here, I wouldn’t have come.” It’s nothing that none of them haven’t said before. Liverpool had been cold too, of course, but at least it had stayed clear and sunny almost their entire stay. Here in London the January cold is thick and misty and gnaws at your bones. Beside him, Nace snorts. “I would have missed you, though.” Jan studiously doesn’t look at him, keeping his eyes fixed on the laptop balanced between them. He hopes Nace can’t tell from his face just how pleased he is to hear that. “Anyway, aren’t you warm right now?” Nace continues, nudging his shoulder into Jan’s as he does so. Jan can’t argue that he’s right. The flat is still freezing, sure, but from the neck down he’s perfectly toasty. It had been Nace’s idea to huddle up with a duvet and some trashy TV to unwind, and there had been no way Jan was going to turn down that particular opportunity. “Sure, but –” “But what? Do you have somewhere else you need to be?” For a moment, Jan falters. Nace often has this effect on him even now, a year and a half into knowing each other, some easy knack for tossing out just the right question to bring him up short. Because, really, he doesn’t. Bojan was practically halfway out the door already to visit his cousin when they decided to take a much-needed day to rejuvenate, and the last Jure and Kris had popped up in the group chat they were lost somewhere in Shoreditch and debating whether to pick up street food from a truck called the Jason Donervan. He doubts anyone will be back any time soon. For now, it’s just them with the flat to themselves. Or, more precisely, it’s him with Nace all to himself for the foreseeable future, warm and close. He shifts slight, hoping it seems natural as he rests his head on Nace’s shoulder. If his face is red, maybe he can just blame it on the duvet. “No, I guess not,” he admits. “Oh good,” Nace murmurs, and Jan is pretty sure he can feel his grin against his head right before the arm that Nace had been propping up on the headboard behind him drops to his shoulders. He definitely feels the kiss pressed into his hair right afterwards. Maybe the London cold isn’t so bad after all, not if it gives him the perfect excuse to curl into Nace’s warmth and turn his head up towards him. In fact, right now, he can’t imagine feeling cold ever again.

[xx-owl-xx]

JO July Drabbles by @saucyjothoughts

Day Six: Tell Me How it Feels (163 words)

Nsfw below

"How does that feel Krisko?" Jure felt the full body shiver at his words come from the youngest. He had one hand gripping Kris' lower stomach so he can feel each time he snaps his hips forward, the other barely grazing up the others neck causing Kris to tip his head back into his shoulder with that delicious little gasp he craved like air.

They were in the rehearsal space late again, and Kris had been wearing his button up undone for hours, practically flaunting his soft pecs just out of reach of Jure's grasp. So Jure is quite proud of his resolve for being able to wait to drag Kris into loft and fuck him on the banister.

"S-so good, fuck!" Jure smiled into Kris' neck, loving to feel the heat of his blush and nip at the thin skin. He heard that little gasp again and knew Kris was in fact feeling very good, and that he wouldn't last much longer.

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Everyone else could in fact tell what Jure was thinking and actually left early☝️

[saucyjothoughts]

Joker Out July Drabbles 2026

Day 6: Heat

178 words

(suggestive under the cut)

It was getting worse. Bojan had been sure he could just hide it, wait it out, but now the rest of the band were noticing. He kept catching them whispering, licking their lips as they looked at him, getting closer to sniff him. And the worst part was, his body was desperate for their attentions. 

This was the first time he'd gone into heat since Martin left the band. Up until now, Martin would sate Bojan's needs and he would go about his days almost as normal, if a little heightened in his senses and lacking concentration. But without Martin, this was getting unbearable. His toys were not enough.

What was he going to do? He'd heard of drugs that could suppress the effects but that wasn't really a road he wanted to go down. Services were available of alphas for hire if he was willing to pay for it, but he couldn't risk the public finding out. 

There was nothing else for it - he was going to have to ask one of the band. But who?

[saucyjothoughts]

These are my hundred words about London.

"Dinner is ready," Bojan shouts.

They wave at the camera and quickly end the Instagram live but still stay to read the comments. Or at least pretend to read them. This is just an excuse to hold the phone together, let their fingers touch, almost as if they were hand in hand, press their cheeks so close that the other's beard almost scratches it.

Jure and Bojan pass them with their full plates, Kris stomps down the stairs. They don't move. The world shrinks to a phone in their hands and neither of them wants to let go of it.

Their 'friendship' during this era was just magical 🥹🥹

[ljubitelj-sonca]

JO July Drabbles - Day 5 - London/Fingernails

Jure sighed. There were mugs stacking in the kitchen sink again. Living with his four friends in their shoebox of an apartment in London was inspiring, chaotic and really really fun, most of the time, truly, everything he had dreamed of. But it was also exactly what he had feared from living with four other guys—messy, chaotic and frankly, kinda frustrating sometimes. He turned to check the living area. Nace was in work-mode on the couch, laptop whirring and wheezing on his chest. Jan was lazily painting his fingernails by the table. Bojan was napping. Jure sighed again. None of them seemed up to the task of helping him with the dishes. Oh well. If he did them now, he could hopefully get out of doing the dishes for the next three days, so maybe it was worth the investment. He faced the kitchen again in resignation when the door to the bathroom flew open. Kris had disappeared there for a shower not three minutes ago. “Who left their fucking fingernail clippings in the shower?” He paused. “Who even cuts their fingernails in the shower?”

[technicallycleverdetective]

5 - Pino (384 words)

Someone needs to help Nace maintain a work-life balance 🤭

Jan leans on the doorframe. “Are you almost done?”

“Almost. Just need to finish this and then one more thing.”

“Can't anyone else take over?”

“I'm in the middle of this,” Nace replies. “I can't pass it over. My name will still be attached and if anyone messes up-”

“Other people can do this job.”

“Not as well as me.”

Jan rolls his eyes. “Do you mean they don't do it exactly like you would?”

Nace shrugs.

“You're such a control freak. Why haven't I realised this before?”

“I care about my job. Maybe you don't think I should-”

“That is not what I said.” Jan drapes himself over his back, kissing his cheek apologetically. “I don't want you to burn out. You won't get a reward for it.”

Nace sighs, relenting. “I just need to finish this. It's urgent.”

“And then?”

Nace pauses guiltily. “The other job is more straightforward, but I really would like to get it done tonight so I'm all clear for tomorrow.”

“You can't do it tomorrow?”

“Well, I could, but what if more work comes in?”

“At least take a break,” Jan suggests. “It's almost midnight.”

“I'm so close,” Nace insists, laser focused. “I can finish everything in the next hour.”

“You said that an hour ago. I'm going to have to get the big guns.”

“What are the big guns?”

Jan stands up and leaves the room, then returns with Pino in his arms. Nace gasps in horror, holding out a hand.

“No, that's a dirty tactic.”

“All’s fair in love and war.”

Jan walks forward and places Pino on the chair beside him. The dog immediately drops his chin on Nace's wrist and gazes up at him.

“No…” Nace attempts to move his hand, but it's impossible without tossing Pino's head off him. He tries to use his other hand, reaching around Pino, and the dog lets out a long sad whine. Nace surrenders and picks him up, stroking his ears. “Fine, I can spare a little time, but then…”

Although now he's no longer looking at the screen, he can feel sleepiness setting in, weighing down his eyes. Pino snuggles into his chest and he sighs, gently hugging his dog and kissing his little head.

“I suppose there'll be time to do the rest tomorrow.”

[ana-chronista]

There was no way I couldn't write about Pino. 394 words, positively short for me. Day Five: Pino

Nace Here he is! 🐶 Jan has seen pictures of the puppy – Pino – before of course. He’s pretty sure anyone who’s come into any kind of contact with Nace for the past few weeks has, up to and including the lady working the till at the grocery store. But today is the day Pino has come home, and he just knows this will be the first photo of countless more. His eyes linger over how small Pino looks cradled in Nace’s arms, resting up against his chest and looking like he absolutely belongs there. He’s adorable, that’s undeniable, but what hits Jan more is a strong sudden yearning to be the one held so close. Would Nace smile just as brightly then? London hadn’t been all that they’d hoped for – always tiring, often frustrating, and so very fucking cold – and yet there had been bright spots too. For him, the brightest of those had been Nace, and as much as he’s enjoying being back in his quiet flat with Igor, he still finds himself calling for Nace to come check something out or pulling two mugs from the cupboard when the coffee is ready. He’d thought he was ready for a breather, but it’s like part of him is missing, and he barely knows what to do with himself. He can’t help but smile at the photo. There’s no way Nace’s flat is going to be anything other than pure chaos over the next few weeks as Pino starts to find his tiny feet and make himself at home. Maybe his own flat could do with a bit of livening up as well. The top of his screen is blinking with a constant stream of notifications as the messages start rolling in through the group chat. Jan has never been quite as good as the rest of them at getting his thoughts straight out into words, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything he wants to say. He’s never been much of a dog person either, but he can already feel that changing too. Quickly, he drops a bright red heart on the photo and goes to add something more substantial to the stream of messages. He’s only half concentrating, though – the other half of his mind is already racing ahead with thoughts of what to tell Nace in their own separate chat later.

[saucyjothoughts]

Joker Out July Drabbles 2026

Day 5: London

179 words

(nsfw under the cut)

The sleeping arrangements were logical; the early risers together, the late sleepers together, and Bojan on his own so no one had to listen to his calls to Jere.

Jan liked sharing with Jure - they were as messy as each other and could smoke out of the window without judgement.

The 'personal relief' arrangement was just a bonus. Two months in London with limited privacy; it started with each of them waiting until they thought the other was asleep to quietly get themselves off in the darkness.

For the last week or so, however, Jan had stopped trying to be so quiet. Waiting for the lights to go out, and letting himself hiss and grunt, knowing Jure was awake and listening to those wet noises. And Jure would do the same, until every night the two of them were coming together from their separate beds.

Tonight, Jure doesn't turn out his light before their 'personal relief' time. He pushes his covers down to mid thigh, his body on show.

Jan hesitates for a moment. Then does the same.

[saucyjothoughts]

if the jokers were girls, who would get her nails done regularly?

Jure: kitty cat faces and fun colours

Jan: paints them herself but does like to treat herself sometimes

Bojan: can get them as long and sparkly as she wants being the singer

Nace: mostly for maintenance but will get a pop of colour before tours

Kris: sparkly and girly or black to match Jan when they go together

Remaining time: 1 day 1 hour

[saucyjothoughts]

I like this drabble thing so much! I thought about writing something myself, but well, I'm just not good at starting or finishing things, so it was pretty bold of me to imagine that I would ever get anything done. But I love reading these, so thank you! 🫶🫶🫶

I'm loving seeing everyone's different takes on the prompts! It's a little something to look forward to every day, like an advent calender 🥰 One of the nice things about drabbles is that you don't really have to be good at starting or finishing anything. No pressure to do all 31 days, or thousands of words, or even to make it good! It's just like daydreaming into paper. I'm having a great time feeling creative again.

[xx-owl-xx]

JO July Drabbles by @saucyjothoughts

Day Five: Fingernails (160 words)

Jure never took much notice of his nails before. Besides using his nail brush to clean motor oil or dirt out from under them he left them be. Now it's become a bi-monthly occasion for Jan to remove the remaining polish and clean up his cuticles before painting them a new color.

Jan always did his nails at the rehearsal space when they are taking breaks or waiting for food and Jure had a tendency to hover, intrigued by the process.

He didn't even ask Jan to start to do his nails. Jan must have noticed his interest and one day when he finished his own turned to Jure, took the closest hand, and started to file away at the edges.

Jan ended up being very gentle and Jure liked the end results, so he never stopped the other after that day. Plus, he really likes how the polish stands out on the pale soft flesh of his guitarist neck.

[ljubitelj-sonca]

JO July Drabbles - Day 4 - Drunk/Three

Kris nearly takes a fall but Nace manages to catch him.

“Just forward please, not downward,” he comments as he gets them back onto the sidewalk. He’s glad this part of the city is as empty as it is at this late—or early?—hour. He’s sure Kris wouldn’t enjoy getting recognised in this state. Or perceived.

Kris mumbles something.

“What was that?”

“Hnggg,” Kris makes, then inhales. “Three—three albums we have now.”

Nace chuckles. “We do, yeah.”

Kris reaches up with his free hand dangling at his side, that’s not locked around Nace’s back. He pushes three fingers into Nace’s face. “Three.”

“I got that part, yeah.” With his head, Nace nudges the hand away.

Kris huffs a little laugh. “Pretty dang cool.”

Nace hums in agreement. “I will find it even cooler once I’ve deposited you in your bed.”

“Your bed.”

“Excuse me?”

Kris begins to lean even more heavily into him. “Your bed.”

Nace sighs. “Alright then. My bed, I guess.”