#quinloki challenge

[swampstew]

FuckNoWriMo - Raven's master post

I am so excited to try my shot at @quinloki 's writing challenge for the month of December. I'm aiming for the Fuck It category, meaning I'm challenging myself to write at least 50,000 words by the end of the year. Tall order!

My goals are to get back into daily writing habits, finish a fanfic or two, finish all my WIPS and drafts that I've let collect dust. And for added fun, I'll add my titles below with current word counts and the ending word count. You can send me an ask about my works in progress at any time :)

Working titles (note: some are just titled draft # and I like to keep it that way for the suspense)

At First Sight - current word count: 30,964 - hope to finish

Turn Back Time - current word count: 164,915 - new chapter update(s)

Untitled Draft - current word count: 2,148 - on going for 2025 release

KillerCook - current word count: 25,814 - new chapter update(s)

Captain_CumShot - current word count: 3,419 - new chapter update(s)

Rowena's Future Vision - current word count: 6,559 - new chapter update(s)

AU Khal - current word count: 0 - to start

SDV AU - current word count: 0 - to start

Hickey Hockey AU - current word count: 2,751 - to restart in different POV

Brown Eyed Trouble - current word count: 4,385 - ongoing for 2025 release

Modern AU - current word count: 55 - wip project with no real end in sight

Tumblr Draft 4 - current word count: 0 - to start

Tumblr Draft 5 - current word count: 0 - to start

Tumblr Draft 6 - lesbians - current word count: 829 - to finish second half

Tumblr Draft 11 - angst - current word count: 0 - to start

Tumblr Draft 12 - mini series CYA - current word count: 999 - hope to finish soon

Tumblr Draft 13 - current word count: 105 - wip with no real plan

Tumblr Draft 14 - cryptids and monsters - current word count: 60 - hoping to make into new fanfics (1 or 2)

Tumblr Draft 16 - current word count: 351 - hope to finish soon

Zine work (3 of 3) Draft 1 - 500 words Draft 2 - 193 words Draft 3 - 281 words

Wish me luck <3

[swampstew]

count me the fuck in

FuckNoWriMo

Thank my spouse for the title ^_^

Obviously, with NaNo's recent press release, and my subsequent deletion of my account with them, I'm not doing NaNo this year, and likely - short of a massive backpedaling and apology I don't foresee happening - not doing it ever again.

But I love, love, the idea of a focused month of writing. I've done it successfully the last two years and it's been a boon to the massive number of WiPs I tend to keep rolling. And I really want to do a Double Goal at some point and knock an unforgivable 100k words in a month out of the proverbial park.

With that in mind I'm offering up this to anyone who wants to follow along:

This December I'm going to do a sort of Unofficial FuckNoWriMo so I can get my 50k writing challenge in for the 2024 year.

But for 2025 - and likely for years after, if nothing more official pops up - I'll be doing my FuckNoWriMo challenge in March. If it's a month that works for you, feel free to join me, and if it's not, then let me know what month does, and I'll do my best to support you as you do your own challenge. (or maybe even join in with you because I'm like that xD )

Whatever you do, hang in there, have fun with it, and if someone makes you feel bad for creating, eat them.

Or block them, I hear that's less likely to lead to indigestion.

[babblingeccentric]

Your Grace

I wrote most of this in a haze of divinely inspired lust after @quinloki posted the first few chapters of Dragon's Clause. I let it sit for a little bit and then realized it would make a great gift. So I polished it up and posted it.

Happy Birthday Quin! I made you pornography.

CONTAINS: Sabo x Reader, Reader with breasts and a vagina, power play, titles, rough tit play, fingering, mild bondage, pet names "angel" and "darling"

Sabo is as polite and gentle as ever as he leads you to a wooden chair in the middle of the room. He holds your arm as you bend to arrange your skirts and waits until you’re comfortable before taking out his handkerchief, handing it to you, and then undoing his cravat. He takes one of your small hands in his black gloved one and rests it on the arm of the chair. And then he ties it there with his cravat, tight and immovable. He told you he would do it, and yet it still makes your heart jump.

Sabo takes the hankie from your hand and does the same to the other hand. Smiling, he looks up at you.

“Okay?”

“Ah- fine” you answer.

“No shooting pains?” 

You shake your head.

“No? Can you wiggle your fingers for me?”

You oblige and Sabo leans back on his heels after you move each of your fingers, “Perfect!”

Something in his face changes then as he kneels between your legs. He starts to look like the maddened duke of court rumors, shadows limning his face and scar stark and horrifying. You could believe he cares not a whit for anything but his own amusements.

You freeze as his long fingered hands stroke your sides, square palms sweeping over your bosom to arrive at the top of the line of buttons running down your front. He watches you for a moment, long gloved fingers resting in the hollow of your throat. Your heart beats no slower, but you relax your shoulders and breathe again. 

Sabo smiles and then turns his focus to his fingers. He undoes the cloth covered button at your throat. You feel his warm breath on the skin of your neck. He doesn't take off his gloves.

Each tiny button is a great effort for him to undo with covered fingers. There is a silver buttonhook on the bureau that he used to button up your bodice this morning. You don’t mention it to him. It would feel wrong. It’s not your prerogative to tear the heavy blanket of silence over the two of you. Sabo never does anything he doesn’t intend to.

Somehow, instead of being silly or awkward, his head bent close to you and his gloved hands patiently struggling to undo your bodice create a hushed anticipation. You're barely breathing as you silently watch him work his way down your chest, each button feeling like a step closer to the sun. 

The only sound is your breaths.

Finally, as he watches you from under his lashes, he undoes the last button. 

Like unwrapping a delicate piece of crystal he pulls aside your bodice to reveal your heaving chest pushed upwards by your corset and uncovered by the low neck of your shift. You don’t know when you started panting. 

You feel much too hot to be so undressed.

Sabo caresses the swell of your cleavage with the smooth leather of his gloves, fanning the heat somewhere in your breastbone.

“Sabo…” You whimper, and he looks up at you, eyebrow arched in reprove.

“Angel…” he says danger in his voice

“Your Grace.” You hastily correct yourself

“Yes?” He answers archly

You stutter, not expecting to get this far.

“Nothing to say? You should think before you speak.”

He pushes the collar of your shift off your shoulders and carefully scoops your breasts out of the cups of your corset. 

The sudden cool air of the bedroom on your nipples makes you shudder, and Sabo smiles self satisfiedly at it. 

Gently he swipes his leather clad thumbs over your nipples, watching your expression like a predator.

Your lips part gently in the surprise of him finally touching you, but your carefully cultivated control of your face keeps anything else from leaking through. The air is thick and muggy with tension.

Sabo loves a challenge though, and presses his lips to the mounds of your chest leaving soft chaste kisses as his thumbs begin to circle your nipples. Your hands clench at the arms of the chair they are tied to, and your thighs press together under your skirts. The tension is excruciating. 

You arch your back trying to press yourself into Sabo’s hands and mouth and he smiles against your skin.

“Do you want something, angel?” He asks

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“I- ah.” words stumble in your mouth. “I would like more, please, Your Grace” You manage.

“Very polite.” He says smilingly. “I shouldn’t deny such a sweetly made request, should I?” 

You shake your head rapidly. It’s insane, Sabo has barely touched you, just a few caresses of your breasts and you feel like you’re losing your mind to want. You almost suspect sorcery.

Achingly slowly his mouth envelops your nipple, and then he sucks. It sends a frisson of heat zipping through your spine. His mouth is warm and wet and soft and he looks up at you as he does it. Even with your arms tied down it’s his gaze that really makes you feel pinned. He’s watching you like a hunting cat, studying your expression with intimidating intensity as he caresses you. You shut your eyes.

One of his gloved hands moves from your side to cup the neglected breast. He pinches and rolls the nipple gently in his fingers and it pulls a high breathy sound from your throat.

You feel him grin at that and he makes a path of wet open mouthed kisses across your chest to your other nipple. 

He repeats this switch several times until your nipples are puffy and your chest wet with saliva. You are squirming in your seat, some hot hollow in your stomach driving you to crave.

“More, please! Sabo, harder!” slips from your lips and everything freezes.

He pulls off your tit with a pop.

“Sabo?” He says.

You rush to correct your mistake, “Your Grace! I’m sorry, Your Grace. Please, Your Grace.”

He pauses, deciding your fate. You feel like the sword of Damocles, suspended by the thinnest thread. 

Finally, Sabo returns to your breasts. This time rougher, digging his teeth into your areola and tugging on your nipples, sending rushes of pain and pleasure through you.

You moan, low and long into the air, the punishment more a reward. 

Your face flushes from the lewd noise you make and Sabo grins smugly up at you.

“Aw, who knew my darling could moan like a whore just from a little tit touching.” He says meanly.

Your breath catches in a sob.

“I wonder…” He muses airily. “If I could make you come from this alone?”

You wail. You’re already desperate for something to touch your cunt, the idea of him spending ages just slowly playing with your breasts as you lose more and more of your mind until you’re a wailing paragon of unsatisfied lust is absolutely torturous. 

“No! No, Sa- Your Grace! I can’t. I can’t! Please…” You beg.

He relents a little at your frenzied begging. That may be a little much for a first time, after all. And you do beg splendidly for someone who’s never done this sort of thing before. He’ll be lenient. 

“Alright, alright,” he yields, “Perhaps another time.” 

Your breathing slows and Sabo continues to play with your nipples as he watches your face. You’re flushed and sweaty with glazed eyes and parted lips, the very picture of debauchery. It really is incredible he’s managed to elicit this just with a little tit play and tying your hands.

“Now, what do you need, Angel?” He asks

“I need you to touch me, Your Grace!” And before he can smugly say he’s already touching you, you add “Under my skirts! Please, Your Grace, make me cum.” 

And really, how can he deny that? Sabo thinks. You even have the beginning of tears in your eyes.

“As you wish.” He says and bends his blond head to your breast as one black gloved hand slips under your skirts.

The feel of the smooth leather makes you moan as he swipes his fingers through your slit. Removing his hand Sabo marvels at the gathered wetness.

“Oh, Wow, angel.” He says awed as he spreads his fingers making the clear slick form dripping strings. “You really did need this.”

You can’t look at him, embarrassed by your desire. And then he pops his gloved and glossy fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean with an appreciative hum. 

You squeal and jerk your bound hands in an attempt to cover your face at the humiliation of watching him do that.

He laughs at you and presses a chaste kiss to your jaw. “I’ll save eating you for another time, darling.” 

“The rumors are true! You really are a man eating ogre.” You gibe thoughtlessly.

Sabo cackles at that, shoulders shaking as he laughs harder than you’ve ever seen him. 

Finally he calms down and returns to press soft kisses against your face. 

“I did say I would make you cum, didn’t I?” He says as he pulls away.

You nod eagerly, wiggling in the chair he has you tied to.

“I hate to break my promises.” Sabo says as he presses a wet kiss to your parted lips, his gloved hands returning to your breasts and the apex of your thighs.

He strokes your cunt gently as his fingers tug cruelly at your nipples, his hot mouth pressing biting kisses to your breasts. The flame in the pit of your stomach is roaring.

His fingers circle your clit as he torments your chest, a smooth counterpoint to the frissions of pain he creates. It’s divine and he propels you rapidly along to your finish. You’re dripping onto your petticoats now you’re so wet.

You’re panting and bucking against his hands now, too preoccupied by pleasure to be embarrassed at the soft wet sounds coming from his mouth and your pussy. 

“Come on, angel. Can you come for me? I know you can.” You realize he’s cooing at you between kisses. You’re so, so close. 

All it takes is one more harsh tug at your breast and you’re coming, cunt fluttering against Sabo’s hand. He gentles you through it, holding you until the spasms stop. He unties your hands, and pulls you on unsteady legs into his arms as he takes your seat.

[lyndsyh24]

haiiiii, can you please enlighthen the tumblr critters to your work?

Fic authors self rec! When you receive this, reply with up to five favorite fics you've written (include links, and if you want- a few thoughts about each one), then pass on to at least five other writers if you're up for it. Spread the self-love ✨

@quinloki also sent me this 🥰

I love y'all

Ok... My five favorite fics, here we go.

1. The One - Reader is the daughter of Whitebeard. She comes home to help her brothers take care of the old man. Drama, comedy and romance ensues. This is my self indulgent fic.

2. Closure - The New World Order has mandated marriages to stop the dwindling population. On top of mandating marriage the government also assigns matches. Dating pre-match isn't prohibited - reader has fallen for Marco but their relationship ends abruptly when he gets his match. Five months later she receives her own. This one has all the angst.

3. Puppy Love - Reader is a receptionist at a Vet Hospital and is struggling to figure out her feelings toward the grumpy seemingly unavailable surgeon, Law. You probably know the sister book Birds of a Feather by @quinloki. We had a lot of fun brainstorming.

4. The Brothers - This is a prequel to The One about Reader being adopted and helping raise her new rowdy little brothers Ace, Sabo and Luffy. It's very cute and so fun to write.

5. One Shots - That might sound silly but I LOVE my one shots. I usually write one when I'm having writers block. I'm proud of each of them and like to challenge myself with character and world building in 1500-3000 words.

[smokersbaby]

Third submitted request for the July Event, enjoy! 💕 SUBMISSIONS ARE OPEN (CLICK HERE TO SEE THE MAIN POST)

Request text: Another July Birthday \o/ (There's so many of us XD ♥ ) If it's yet to come then allow me to congratulate you early, if it's already passed then congratulation \o/ ♥ I'd love SFW #12 with Smoker and afab!reader - perhaps because they've twisted their ankle and are trying to tough it out or something like that. >.> It could also turn into a NSFW #2 where Smoker distracts you from your throbbing ankle \lol/

Written for: @quinloki Character: Smoker Reader: AFAB!reader Prompts: SFW: #12 - bridal carries NSFW: #2 - worshipping their favourite body part of yours TW prompt #2 NSFW: fingering, penetrative sex, spanking, choking Total word count: +1,3k Author's note: Thank you for the request and the birthday wishes! I loved how you suggested turning the sfw part into the nsfw hehe, I hope you like it! -Every reblog is highly appreciated!-

"I'm toootally fine" you exclaimed with a bit of a laugh in your voice, Smoker almost running after you as you got out of the bar.

Such a pleasant evening it was, drinking with your lover at the counter, not realizing how silly it was of you challenging him at a little drinking game, ending up with you almost knocked out and tipsy after barely two glasses of your favourite cocktail and him not bothered by the effects of alcohol drinking twice as you.

"Slow down" You could hear him right behind you, annoyed by your behaviour, making it somehow funnier bluffing to escape from him and increasing your pace down the street. A fall on the ground was almost inevitable since you were one of those clumsy that tripped on their own feet just by barely walking, so there was no way you couldn't end up face down on the street running like that under the effect of the cocktails you drank.

Smoker wasn't surprised as he saw your figure stumble on a surface root and hit the ground, but seeing how quick that fall was he reached you as fast as he could, knowing that you may have hurt yourself. "Are you ok?" a hint of concern in Smoker's voice. Your head was spinning for both the fall and your tipsiness and, even if the left ankle was aching, you didn't want to hear him reproach with the classic "I told you!", so you stood on your feet nodding in agreement and trying to walk again like nothing happened.

Not even three steps later and the pain made you stop in the middle of the street, not able to continue by yourself. Smoker tilted his head "You twisted your ankle, didn't you?", as you looked away in embarrassment he was about to speak again, but you stopped him before saying that typical reproaching of his.

"I know, you told me…" a loud sigh escaped your mouth, Smoker came closer to you, letting out a little laugh before kissing your cheek and picking you up as you weighed nothing. "Can I at least carry you or are you going to complain?" he asked ironically, knowing how much you liked being bridal-carried by him, feeling those strong arms of his lifting you up that way.

Even if you tried to hold a grudge for a bit at him, you couldn't resist as you were in his arms, those sweet brown eyes looking at you with such care and the way he was holding you because you hurt yourself. Soon you both arrived at his place, Smoker placed you on his bed and brought an ice sack for your ankle and a glass of water to rehydrate you because of the alcohol.

None of you talked a lot as he took care of you, making sure the sprained ankle of yours wasn't that badly injured, which it wasn't. "Are you mad at me Y/N?" he asked calmly, no hint of teasing in his voice. You weren't, but the alcohol in your body was losing its effect that made you all excited and energetic, leaving an itchy sensation of sadness in your chest.

You shook your head and opened your arms, showing him that the only thing you needed was his body wrapped tight against yours to fill that void left by the alcohol. No need to ask him twice, the way his arms held your figure pressed against him made that feeling disappear in less than a minute, he was such a teddy bear in moments like those.

It was late and just laying on the bed like this with Smoker was enough to knock out the both of you after that little wild evening at the bar. As he looked at you falling asleep in his arms, Smoker smiled, thinking how cute you looked all messed up after drinking a bit too much and imagining all the possible ways to make you forget about that aching ankle of yours in the morning.

Despite the amount of ice Smoker put on your ankle the previous evening before dozing off onto the bed together, that stinging pain didn't leave your body completely. Fortunately, it wasn't swelling at all, but as soon as you stretched waking up, you felt how it needed more time to recover before walking pain-free again.

Smoker wasn't on his side of the bed since he was showering himself as always. He was used to getting up earlier than you. In your mind, you had no intention of standing by yourself so you just lay on the bed waiting for him to return.

"Are you going to stay in bed all day long Y/N?" he raised his eyebrows seeing you still under the bedsheets entering the room. "It hurts…" cheeky smile appeared on your face, pointing at that injured ankle of yours. "Poor baby, let me help you" Smoker grinned and came closer to you with just a shower towel hanging down his waist.

You rolled over on your tummy, it wasn't unusual for Smoker to give you a massage so you knew exactly what he was alluding to. Smoker took your feet in his hands, slowly rubbing his thumbs on your soles and going up to massage the injured part of you. He didn't waste much of his time there, his eyes were constantly looking up, seeing you displayed in front of him, with just panties covering your booty.

His hands slid up to your calves, kneeling them just to reach your tights soon after. The way Smoker started rubbing the inner part made you understand how he wanted more than just giving you a simple massage. As he reached your rear, he pulled down those annoying panties that prevented him to have free access to his favourite part of your body.

The way his fingers massaged the soft skin of your ass made you whimper at the touch, his thumb already rubbing your clit slowly to get you more aroused. "Is this a special treatment Smoker?" the teasing in your voice was evident. "I'm just taking care of you Y/N", Smoker kneeled on your booty, biting it slightly and making you gasp at the sensation of his teeth against your bottom.

His middle and ring fingers slid inside your wet cunt so easily as if they belonged there, the subtle movements he was making with them were slow, too much slow for you that you started grinding back with your ass just to feel the thickness of his fingers more.

A smile appeared on Smoker's face as he was still leaving love bites on your ass. "Needy this morning, huh?" he teased you, pulling out his fingers and standing on his knees. The shower towel that was barely covering his hard cock was no longer there and you realized that when he pushed his shaft inside of you making your back arch to let him fill you.

Thank god those thrusts weren't slow as his fingers before, with one hand gripping onto your ass to keep you steady and lifted for him and the other on your back pushing your head down onto the mattress. "Are you still in pain Y/N?" he asked ironically hearing you whimper in pleasure because of how he was increasing his pace thrusting inside of you.

"Mmh yes my ankle still hurts, take care of me…" you lifted your butt more to get him a better angle, the hand on your ass giving you a not-so-soft spank on your butt cheek making you gasp. You felt Smoker leaning down to your back, his left hand reaching your neck and grabbing it in a light hold, him biting your shoulder and growling as his thick cock was hitting all the right spots deep inside of you.

"Good, because I'm not letting you go until it stops hurting".

[nanamis-bigtie]

Okay, kinktober have been decided!

I'm closing the oracle. And in 1-2h we will start gathering requests. This time you will be the ones deciding which kinks get in 🤭 So, for inspiration I suggest you checking kinktober prompts scattered around the internet, as well as Kink Challenge Generator or Kink Encyclopedia (shamelessly discovered thanks to @quinloki)

No taboo - as long as it will be consensual and within personal limits I will state🤭

Get your kinks ready and let's wait for the announcement post with some simple rules!

[swampstew]

Hey there!

Question from the writers asks

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

hiya, hope you'e having a nice evening :3

Hmmmmmmmm, I don't think anyone would truly know how hard all of 2023's kinktober was on me. It was the first time I tried monsterfucking, plus canon, plus mythical lore, plus dark content, plus making it interactive/my own game, and I did all the days except for sundays for a completely different October month-long project, that I even paid out of pocket for with the help of some amazing, selfless friends <s/o to @mamaalpha and @quinloki >.

I won't lie, that Took Me Out. People were mad(?) that I was writing amazing stuff but not for X,Y,Z character.

I don't think I'll be doing it again this year because while it is fun - and I don't want to sound ungrateful - it tracts relatively low engagement. Like if I just stuck to writing my own OC bullshit, and drabbles here and there on just the Kid Pirates, I doubt I'd have the amount of readers I have now. Yeah its fun to challenge myself with new tropes, genres, and characters, but I have such a niche hyperfixation that the only way I was visible was through my all-inclusive character fics.

I love writing, I LOVE the world of One Piece, but I hate when people only want me catering to their specific interests, with little to no response when I post about them anyways.

Send me fic questions to save me from dust bunnies :]