how can we satisfy you tonight?

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.

Kris isn't entirely sure when he lost his virginity. He's not sure which of his early sexual experiences actually counted as "sex". He'd masturbate as much as anyone else and loved the thrill of making out, but the boys he liked always ended up trying to put their hand up his shirt or down his pants despite him telling them not to. It ended in more than a few fights. But if he couldn't bring himself to let anyone touch him intimately, how was he ever going to enjoy sex? 

Then he started messing around with Jan. And the same old fear crept up again, knowing he was about to ruin everything, knowing he was about to be touched unpleasantly and called a frigid bitch when he faught back. 

But it didn't happen. He expressed his boundaries and was met with "no worries, dude. Do you just wanna do me?" And that lead to some experiences which Kris collectively considers his virginity loss - getting to feel and taste dick and ass for the first time, making someone come. It was also his first experience of bondage and powerplay, enjoying Jan's hands being tied so he couldn't possibly touch Kris anywhere he didn't want, but instead touching himself through his boxers or grinding himself against his Jan or until he came. 

He didn't get into topping anyone with an actual artificial cock until Jure came into his life. "You can have them with a harness, or strapless ones that go inside you," Jure explained as they browsed the online stores in bed. "I don't want anything inside me." "Great, the harness can be any material or colour you want!" Kris didn't know there were so many options. He could make it truly his own, maybe even match some of his clothes. "Do want it to be realistic or not?" "Realistic I guess." "Are you sure? They make them in all kinds of awesome colours and shapes now! You could have a tentacle or a knot or a horse cock if you wanted." "How do you know all this?" "...just a connoisseur." The shopping was fun, but nothing could have prepared Kris for actually using it. Being able to penetrate someone with his own body (sort of) and using his hips to generate those noises from his partner. Watching Jure suck it and being able to feel every lick as though it was real. He ended up getting a few different strap-ons to suit their different moods.

Kris was with Nace when he started to medically transition. He hadn't really known what to expect and the process of acquiring testosterone was almost stressful enough that he wondered if it would be worth it at all. (Spoiler alert; it was.) Nace taught Kris how to shave when his facial hair started coming through and helped him voice train when his Adam's apple started to show. For the first time in his life, Kris started feeling good about his own body. His face shape changed and how he carried his body fat. His clothes began to fit him better and he even became comfortable with parts of his body that he used to hate. Nace helped him feel comfortable going out without a binder. "Sometimes you can see a man's tits through his shirt," Nace shrugged. "Do these look feminine to you?" Nace's chest was fleshy but also hairy and tattooed and masculine. If a man like Nace could comfortable about his body, so could a man like Kris. And then there was the bottom growth. Kris had never imagined he'd let anyone ever go down on him. But now he had an actual little dick that really got hard. So he let Nace suck it. "Don't finger me!" he warned. "Of course." It was the first time that Kris had felt so good in a long time, trusting someone with his body more than ever before. That first time was one of the most intense orgasms of his life. In thanks, he growled sweaty and trembling to Nace; "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

Everyone knew that Jan and Bojan used to fool around when they were young, it wasn't a secret. There were never any feelings, both of them had assured Kris. 

But Kris was well aware of Jan's reputation and too many of Bojan's jokes and anecdotes from over the years were etched into his brain. And now that he and Bojan were tentatively exploring a romantic relationship together, he just couldn't shift the idea that he wasn't enough for Bojan, physically. 

"But I never loved him like I love you," Bojan tried to ease Kris's restless mind but his pity just made Kris's bones itch. "It wasn't better with him, it was just... different." 

I actually love Kris as a hard dom because I can see him having a lot of anger that he doesn't totally know what to do with, and being a little insecure so getting off on the power. Meanwhile, Jan knows exactly who he is, and that he needs to be completely brainless regularly - to let someone else make all the decisions and push his body physically and to do what he's told.

It would be Jan's idea to invite you, of course. He's a "the more the merrier" type of guy, although once you actually get started, it feels strange to share his dom's attentions in a way he didn't anticipate. Maybe he should talk to you both about that afterwards.

Nace has a fleshlight strapped between two pillows and is rutting into it loudly. He's sweating and aching, his teeth gritted. His dick hurts. He's been at this for a while. 

So long that he's lost track of time. 

"Nace?" Jan's voice accompanies a soft knock at the closed bedroom door. 

Nace takes a breath. He removes himself from his toy and covers his nakedness with a blanket before calling for Jan to enter. 

"Everything okay?" 

"I can't finish." 

"Again?" Yeah. Again. "Do you want help?" 

He suspects Jan's presence will be the only thing that can get him off, but... "I'd need to hurt you." 

A beat of consideration and Jan nods. "Okay. Give me a second to get ready. You should hydrate." 

Now, the silicon toy is forgotten and Nace's new object is hot around his cock and reddening under his hands. Jan is clinging onto the headboard as though restrained, still pleading for Nace to stop but now his pathetic cries are muffled by the pillow being forced roughly over his face. He's still trying to kick himself free but Nace is strong on top of him and there's no way out.