how can we satisfy you tonight?

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?

[saucyjothoughts]

Hi Saucy! I've learned to count to 100! These are my drunk soulmates:

Kris falls on the hotel room bed and pulls Bojan with him. He's drunk, downright Kris-drunk, as the others say. Bojan goes easily with him, he’s not sober either.

"Let me kiss you!" Kris mumbles and tries to reach Bojan's face. Bojan makes kissing gestures at Kris. They're awkward and clumsy, and it's so hot for them.

Finally, their lips meet, but just then Jan snores loudly. They startle and giggle quietly into each other's mouths. "Good thing he didn't wake up!"

“Maybe you could go to your own room now”, Jure suggests from the bathroom door. Idiots, he thinks.

Fantastic effort, my delicious Anonyboo! So much fun and heat in 100 words! Poor Jure, suffering through having to watch his boys in such a state.

[ana-chronista]

I told you this one would be longer. My longest yet, in fact - 483 words. Can I beat this record? Probably. Day Four: Drunk

“No need to stand on ceremony!” Jan’s voice is so sudden and so close to his ear that he nearly upends his shot glass in shock. He half wishes he had – at least it would’ve given him a perfect excuse not to have it. “No, I –” he tries, only to come up immediately against the problem of what the fuck do I say? He’s only been with the band a month, and this is the first big night out he’s been on with them. It’s been easy enough to hide not drinking so far, but with an open invitation for everyone to stay round Bojan’s later, he can’t even use the plausible deniability of having to drive home. It’s not that he can’t tell them. He will – he’ll have to – but it’s the inevitable why that he’s dreading. He can’t do that tonight. If Jan notices anything amiss, he doesn’t mention it, instead just gesturing to the shot glass. “You don’t want it?” “Not really,” he admits. Maybe he can just say he doesn’t drink sambuca. It’s technically not a lie. Or that he doesn’t do shots – also not a lie. Or – But then Jan is plucking the glass out of his hand and downing it before he can settle on an explanation. “Problem solved,” he says with a shrug, setting the glass down out of Nace’s way. He leans one elbow on the bar, facing him. He’s very close. “Thanks.” “And if you need any other problems solving, I’m happy to step in. I think just about everyone wants to buy you a drink tonight after you solved that set up issue at last night’s gig.” For a second, with Jan’s dark eyes seeming to stare straight through him, Nace is sure he must know the truth. Perhaps he’s been watching him more than Nace had realised. Perhaps he came over on purpose to help him out. Unsure what to do with the wave of uncertain gratitude swelling up inside him, he instead goes for the driest tone he can manage. “My hero. How will I ever repay you?” Jan grins. “All you have to do is dance with me.” “I can manage that,” Nace says, but Jan’s hand is already wrapped around his to pull him away from the bar before he can even finish speaking. They’re almost at the edge of the dancefloor when Jan casts a look over his shoulder at him. His smile is sly now. “Oh, and maybe carry me home, if it turns out you need me to solve a lot of problems for you tonight. I bet you could easily manage that.” It strikes Nace that it’s suddenly very hot, though he doubts it has anything to do with the packed venue. “Of course.” He feels Jan squeeze his hand and hears “Then it’s a deal” before he pulls him onto the dance floor.

[technicallycleverdetective]

4 - Soulmate (488 words)

I tried to do this as dialogue only to keep the word count down, but it didn't read well without the inserts, so we're breaking the rules here. I had fun with this idea.

“Nace? I’m sorry, I don’t normally do this, but I feel like we really get along.”

“I think so too.”

Jan visibly steels himself. “Do you have a soul mark?”

“Uh, yeah, it’s just…” He pulls his shirt sleeve up and offers his wrist. Jan looks at it and Nace sees the surprise and disappointment on his face.

“Oh.”

“Do you have one?”

“Yeah, actually.” Jan tugs his bracelet off and turns his wrist. Hello. Just that single word.

“That’s…”

“Useless,” Jan remarks dryly. Nace laughs.

“So’s mine.” “We’re never gonna find them.”

“Do you want to?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs and looks away, arms folded. “Not really, I suppose, but if I had to have one, it might as well have been you.”

Nace nearly chokes. “That’s… Thank you, but I’m also insulted.”

Jan smiles and leans his head on his arm, and that’s apology enough. “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“I mean, that’s kind of like asking if I believe in mountains.”

“Sorry, I mean… Do you believe they’re all that?”

Nace tilts his head curiously.

“Like, everyone says that your soulmate is the person who’ll love you more than anyone. It just sounds like… nothing else could compare.” “Which is scary.”

“It is scary,” he says with relief, like Nace is the first person who’s ever agreed. “I like my life as it is now.”

“Me too.”

“I don’t wanna be compelled to give up my dreams so I can stick close to someone.”

“I feel that way too!” “Twins!” Jan looks delighted and Nace is pleased to have been the cause. He’s never seen his guitarist open up so much and he’s desperate to keep it going. “Do you think it’s possible to love someone without being soulmates?”

“I’d say it’s possible.”

“It just wouldn’t be the same?” The question in his tone is loud and clear.

“Not that you would know the difference if you never…”

Jan doesn’t respond and they sit in thoughtful silence, the question hanging in the air between them. Would it be fair to try being in a relationship without a soul bond, in case one partner met their real soulmate and broke the other’s heart? It seems like a risk, but there are a lot of people in the world and not everyone encounters their soulmate anyway, so…

Nace would love to ask Jan’s opinion on the subject, but the silence has gone on for too long.

“Well, this was nice,” Jan announces suddenly, standing up.

“It was.” Nace does the same.

“Ten out of ten service.”

“Would you come back?” “I would.”

“Cool.”

After several seconds of excruciating silence, Jan suddenly sticks his hand out. Nace is startled for a moment and then laughs, shaking it. “Business man.”

“Business man,” he agrees. “See you around, Nacko.”

“See you.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

He realises they’re both walking backwards and swiftly turns around to make a more normal departure.

[blossom-boo]

jo july drabbles - 4/6 - drunk

200 words

i wasn't gonna be doing anything for the july drabbles tbh but i was actually drunk a couple of nights ago when i figured sometimes you just have to decide you can't drown in it anymore. so yeah.

“Fuck!” Jan squeals when the rosé hits his loose shirt. 

Jure bursts into laughter when Jan tries wringing out his shirt with one hand, the other still busy holding up the bottle he’d been sharing with Bojan, all while his shirt is still on. Bojan tries to take the bottle from Jan but only succeeds in spilling more wine, this time onto the grass they’re sitting on.

Kris watches the scene on, sipping on the bottle he’d meant to share with Jure, but that Jure hasn’t taken back in a while, when Nace sits down next to him. He’s chuckling in that low tone that he does, watching on in fondness. 

It is quite the sweet scene, Kris thinks. Jan somehow has managed to lose his shirt but not the wine bottle - a move he’ll inevitably complain about tomorrow when he wakes covered in mosquito bites, - while Bojan bargains for it, and Jure is damn near tears watching them, all while an orange and purple sunset paints the sky above them.

Nace’s arm loops around Kris’s shoulders, his hand finding the side of Kris’s face, gently pulling him in until Kris’s face turns into Nace’s shoulder, that low tone reverberating.

[saucyjothoughts]

JO July Drabbles 2026

Day 4: Three (aka what the supersonic video should have been)

152 words

(nsfw heavy kink under the cut)

Another helpless cry from one of the stalls next to him and the tubes rattle and gush with their prize, sucking semen into the vats. 

There was no pleasure involved - they were all locked in, hips and wrists restrained, the machine placed over his cock and sucking at him. 

He knew the others were just the same, their bodies responding against their will to the stimulation. He had already come twice but the machine was going to drain him dry, building again towards a third forced release. He didn't want to obey, he didn't want to give them his semen. What were they even doing with it? But he had no choice, the machine slurping at his aching cock, sucking warm and wet and tight, as his legs could barely hold him upright any more. He didn't want to, he couldn't, surely there was nothing left? But still, the machine sucked.

[saucyjothoughts]

Every day is like waking up to a selection of tasty cupcakes in all different flavours to try, I love you guys

[softwetmoss]

Is it wet in here or is it just me?

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[xx-owl-xx]

JO July Drabbles by @saucyjothoughts

Day Four: Three (123 words)

Nsfw Below

It wasn't long until Bojan was whining for three fingers. He couldn't help it with the way his drummer so perfectly twisted and pumped his digits into his wanting hole.

"Jurček, pleeeease!" Jure kissed and pulled the singers abused lip away from his own teeth that were close to tearing open the soft flesh.

"You sure?" Jure knew he was ready for another, but what is he if not a tease. "Sure you can take it?"

"Jure!" Bojan squeezed his fingers tightly and threw his head back, but it wasn't until Bojan laced his hand in Jure's other hand that was holding himself up next to Bojan's head that he caved and added the third finger his lover was so beautifully begging for.

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🎇Happy 4th of July I guess🎆

[shootingstar-boo]

I couldn't help myself when I saw the prompts for today. I mean, come on. when do rain and smoking not go hand in hand?

word count: 115

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The air inside was heavy and hot, but it quickly got replaced by the fresh breeze outside when Jan opened the window. He leaned against the wooden frame, taking in the scent of summer rain, before he turned his focus to the cigarettes waiting for him.

Jan lit one and inhaled the thick smoke with a pleased hum. Without him even noticing, Kris had made his way from the bed to the window, right beside him, their bodies sticking together from the sweat the moment he leaned his body against Jan's.

He gingerly placed the cigarette between Kris' lips and sighed happily at the feeling of his lover exhaling against the side of his neck.

[technicallycleverdetective]

3 - Someone like me (102 words)

Almost a perfect drabble! I got this idea and then got a bit stuck, so it really is short this time 😅

“Bojan, you see what I have?” Jere asks excitedly, leaning into the camera.

“No.”

“I order it at your Karneval. It come today.” Jere proudly holds up a little silver key ring with an adorable chibi art rendering of Bojan, dressed in his promotional Karneval outfit.

He bursts out laughing and holds up his own keys. “I ordered one at Eurodisko!”

His key ring is the same art style, a tiny Jere in his green bolero. The real Jere beams and leans in for a closer look.

“You have little me!”

Bojan nods gleefully. “It's almost as cute as the real thing.”

[ljubitelj-sonca]

JO July Drabbles - Day 3 - Rain/Smoking

“Oh my god, it’s pissing!” Someone exclaims as the door is opened. Jan turns in the direction of the guy exiting the bar. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t know anyone was out here.” The door falls closed. “Didn’t know it was raining.” “You’re good,” Jan tells him around the cigarette in his mouth. He lifts his hands around it to finally light it, but the lighter doesn’t spit out more than a spark. He tuts. Another futile attempt. The guy next to him does a quick job at lighting his own cigarette, then holds his lighter out to Jan. “Need a hand?” “Hm,” Jan makes, “thanks.” “Weren’t you on stage just now?” The guy asks once both their cigarettes are lit. The noise of the pouring rain almost drowns out his words. “What was it… Joker something?” Jan nods. “Joker Out.” “Ah, that.” They blow out cigarette smoke almost simultaneously. “You sound great. Good concert.” “Thanks,”Jan responds through what can only be described as a self deprecating chuckle. “Might be our last.” The guy lets out an alarmed noise. “How come?” Jan takes his time breathing out smoke. “Our drummer might quit.” “Oh. That’s frustrating.” “Yeah.” They smoke in silence for a moment. Frustrating indeed. Then the guy holds out his hand to Jan. “Nice to meet you, by the way.” Jan eyes the hand, eyes him. “Nice to meet you too.” He shakes his hand. “Sorry, what was your name?” The guy smiles. “I’m Jure.”

[saucyjothoughts]

Joker Out July Drabbles 2026

Day 3 - Smoking

208 words

(kinda suggestive under the cut)

Bojan returned smelling of cigarettes. Kris wasn't sure exactly how much Bojan still smoked. It wasn't a secret that he did, but he must have known that Kris disapproved because he always seemed to make the effort to sneak away and not draw attention to it when Kris was around. 

Most of the time, Kris never called him out on it when he could smell smoke on him, so they could both pretend it was a secret, they could both pretend everything was fine. 

Because the truth was, Kris loved the smell. 

He loved the weak, yearning side of Bojan that left it's scent on him long after he was finished indulging. Bojan was something Kris was weak for, something he couldn't get enough of. He'd tried to quit, over and over again, but his body continued to crave him. It was worse when he was drinking or when he was stressed, needing the relief of Bojan on his lips, needing to breathe him in. He wanted to stink of him, even when all his friends told him to give it up, that it would kill him one day. 

But Bojan never called him out on it. They both pretended it was a secret, pretended everything was fine.

[saucyjothoughts]

Saucy, here's my smoking drabble, in exactly one hundred words!!!

Kris moves his cigarette little by little, slowly that no-one can see his intentions.

“Ouch! You burned me!” Bojan cries and looks at Kris who doesn’t even turn his head. “Why would you do that?” he babbles as he tries to ease the pain with a cold beer can.

I wanted to hurt you.

“You shouldn’t have come so close”, Kris says after a long drag on his cigarette, the shitty gaslighter.

He grabs Bojan by the arm and leads him to the freezer. "Let's get some ice in there, it'll help."

Bojan squirms, but obeys.

I’ll hurt you again.

Oh anonyboo this is lovely and angsty and dark.

Here's hoping kris hurts him in a way Bojan wants next time

[ana-chronista]

"Only" 356 words? I'm getting the hang of this drabble thing!* (*That's an absolute lie, wait until you see tomorrow's.) Day Three: Smoking

It takes Nace a moment or two to locate Jan when he steps outside, but once he’s worked his way past the chattering clumps of other smokers, he finds him a little further down the building, leaning up against the wall and seemingly lost in thought. He can’t help but think he looks like a model with his head tipped back like that, throat exposed. Or a work of art, maybe. Or, no – something otherworldly. He almost stops, almost just stands and stares, but suddenly Jan is looking up and offering him a smile, so he urges his feet to pick up the pace again and heads over to join him. “The others are voting to move on,” he says by way of greeting, remembering what he came out here to do. “The choices so far are Freedom or Electric City.” “Now?” Jan’s voice had surprised him that first day with how deep it is, but he’s noticed it always sounds rougher when he smokes, in the same way it does when he’s just woken up. “About twenty minutes, I think. Jure’s just bought a drink and he won’t let it go to waste.” “Ah, good. Enough time to finish this then,” he says, gesturing with his cigarette, still burning down between two of his long fingers. He’s still smiling. “You want one?” It’s been ages since Nace last smoked. He’s not given it up as strictly as the drinking, but he knows how bad it is for him. How much healthier he feels without it, even when he misses it. He should absolutely turn around and go back indoors to help the others figure out their next move, not stay out here and smoke and be mesmerised by Jan’s pretty dark eyes and how his lips look around his cigarette and wonder what his hair might feel like between Nace’s fingers or how warm his mouth might be or how his body might feel pressed between Nace’s and that wall – “Sure, why not?” he manages, reaching to take the packet almost before Jan can get it out of his pocket. One cigarette can’t hurt, surely.

[saucyjothoughts]

I wonder how Nace would act with a partner he has a height difference with👀👀

Taller or shorter is the question anonyboo...

(Nsfw under the cut)

Nace loves that he can pick you up so easily. It's sometimes practical, when you're in the way he can simply lift you up and put you down on the counter, where he gives you a kiss in apology. Sometimes it's purely his dick thinking, holding you up so all you can do is hold onto him and feel how excited he is.

Your small frame makes his dick feel even bigger, you hands wrapped around him are almost comical. It does take more prep for you to fit him inside you but you both love it regardless.

When you take charge he surrenders fully, letting you control his body however you please.

If you were bigger and taller...

Not many things can make him feel small usually, so it's a very nice change to have you. He likes being the little spoon, your body surrounding him, making him feel safe. The fact he has to look up to meet your eye is surprisingly hot.

He has sat on the counter to make out woth you and now he understands why people get so wet over that move.

He's happy to take charge, but just as happy to let you boss him around, dog collar on his neck as he kneels at your feet.

[xx-owl-xx]

JO July Drabbles by @saucyjothoughts

Day Three: Rain (134 words)

He was thanking his lucky stars that that he noticed the clouds rolling in when they did. Last thing he wanted was his grill getting poured on my rain and messing with the temperature inside.

Jan was over again and Jure wanted to make him dinner since the other had been doing it a lot as of late. Jure knows Jan has no issue making them dinner when Jure is spending the entire afternoon and most of his evenings planning for Karneval, but Jure still wants to pay back the favor.

"Food ok?" Jure turned back at the sound of his boyfriend.

"Yah brought it in before it had a chance to really get going." Jure put the tongs down and tugged at Jan's belt loops to bring him down for a gentle kiss.