To celebrate, here are some of my favorite fics (all on Ao3). Go give 'em a read!
+Misunderstandings + Pizza Margherita by @elspirito23
--My dear dear sister wrote this. She's the one that got me into fic and introduced me to the term 'whump'. This is one of my favorites by her! It's a Man From UNCLE fic, with Napoleon whump, Illya guilt, and a nice dose of fluff. I love it so much!
+And on the seventh... by Dorinda
--A Master and Commander Jack Aubrey/Stephen Maturin fic wherein they both go overboard during a battle and end up stranded on an island together. It's very well written and whumpy, and seems meticulously researched with lots of cool little details.
+The Forest Primeval by athena_crikey
--An Endeavour whump fic! This is one of the very first fics I read on Ao3 and holds a special place in my heart. The characterizations are great and the whump is v good!
+The Ex by Marchling
--911 Bucktommy Buck Whump fic! It's very good whump. And there was recently(ish) a second chapter added, so you get to read about it from both Buck and Tommy's POV which is super neat!
+Who are the Wolves in your Head? by LittleDarlingXOX
--This was one of my favorite fics over on ff.net back in the day, and I recently discovered that it's on Ao3 as well! It's got Dick Grayson whump (hell yeah) and Jason Todd angst, it's sooo good! Sad and lovely!
+Lazarus Syndrome by Miss_Six
--This Pacific Rim fic isn't overly whumpy, but it's very, very good. A super interesting take on the Drift. Super lovely fic with good Raleigh angst!
+sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest by @cartwrong
--Slow Horses has been a unique experience for me in terms of fandom, in that I got in very early, and it's one of the smaller fandoms I've been in--and also one of the most active! And a large percentage of us like to put River Cartwright through it (and by it I mean hell, sorry River). This fic is no exception. The characterizations are on point and the whump is great!
+It's the Perfect Time of Year (Somewhere Far Away From Here) by @deepwoundsandfadedscars
--Though I've never played it myself, as a preteen I used to watch my big brother play Uncharted in the hopes of there being some Nathan whump. This fic not only delivers on the Nathan whump, it packs a hell of an emotional punch. It's gorgeous and heart-wrenching, an intimate look at grief. Very good. <3
I don't know if you do asks but I can you do Endeavor x reader Omegaverses... fluff with the Todoroki family?! no fights, mean remarks do slip but mama reader is a sensitive omega ^w^
Oooh! Omegaverse has been on my list for some time now. Big soft Alpha Enji doting for his precious omega 🤌 yes please! I’m not the fastest writer but will get something written for this 😊
And here it is (this is my first time writing Omegaverse so sorry if anything is incorrect).
It was a soft sort of Sunday. Awakening beneath the warmth of the covers. You inhaled deeply, the scent of your alpha, still coating the sheets and hanging like warm cinnamon bread in the air of your shared bedroom. You turn, swinging your legs out from the heat, the air is cool. You need your Alpha, need his warmth. You get up, legs a little sore, you guess your heat must have been rougher than usual. You’re just glad Enji was there, to look after you through it.
You make your way to the top of the stairs, leaning on the sweeping banister. You can hear Fuyumi bickering with Shoto, giving him a lecture on the importance of schoolwork, she really was becoming a good schoolteacher. There’s electronic music, in the background, Toya and Natsuo are playing some video game together, you hear them descending into fits of laughter.
Then, there he is. Looking up a you, from the bottom of the stair case, with a tray of breakfast. He’s glad to see you’re awake, eyes gleaming softly like the morning sky, lips gentle, smiling.
“I was just wondering whether to wake you.” He says as you descend towards him.
He closes his eyes as you approach him, inhaling the sweetness of your scent. From the moment he met you, he knew he’d have to knot you. You’re enough to send him straight back into a rut, but he knows he has to be patient for now. Wait for you to recover a little at least. He looks at you knowingly as he leans down to kiss you. A taste that almost instantly makes you a mess of need and want all at once.
“I thought you’d still be tired out…” He teases. “That was… a tough heat.” He says low against your ear so you feel his breath against you skin. Enji can’t help but wonder what it is you do to him, his gentle omega.
“Yeah! We heard… literally everything.”
You didn’t know anyone had approached the pair of you, standing in the corridor, you’d been too lost in your Alpha’s eyes to notice Toya standing there, leant against the wall with a grin that knew far too much.
You couldn’t help but blush, leaning into the thick bicep of Enji who stood, still holding the tray.
“Less of that.” Enji snapped, tone protective, stepping in front of you. “I thought you were playing Street Fighter with Nat anyway?” Enji continues, trying to get rid of the adolescent nuisance.
“I was but…” Toya raises his voice. “SOMEONE’S A SORE LOSER!” He teases his younger brother. Natsuo replies with curses making Fuyumi tell him off. You couldn’t help but smirk a little.
It was strange, how you’d become their adopted mama. You hadn’t been his first omega, in fact, he rarely spoke of her. All you knew was that she’d left, leaving the Alpha with four children and a chaotic house to run.
You make your way to the dining room, following close to Enji, he’s so big, so warm and there’s just something so reassuring about him. The way his scent drifts like candles and burned sugar through the hallway.
Enji sets the warm food down at the table for you. Did he tidy that up this morning or did the kids do it? You could have sworn the dining room was a mess of amazon boxes and paperwork last night, but you were too tired to clean it up. Fresh flowers were now at the centre of it, your favourite blossoms.
“Enji, did you?” You ask, grabbing the cup of hot beverage also set in front of you.
“I know they’re you’re favourite.” He answers, kissing you on the cheek, grabbing a plate from the rack and drying it up.
“I know they’re your favourite.” You hear a mock low voice coming from outside the kitchen door. “Can you guys be anymore gross? By the way can Deku and Kachan come over later?” It’s Shoto. He continues, opening the fridge to take out a can of pop, but his father stops him from closing it.
Was it really gross? You felt a little self-conscious, it must be awkward for them, to have a strange omega in the household. A strange scent around the place they called their home.
Enji knew you well though, noticed the pout on your bottom lip, the eyes that cast away from him and down towards your plate.
“Apologise and I’ll think about it.” He demanded to his son.
Shoto looked at you, knowing from his father’s tone that he’d done wrong. Actually, he felt kind of bad, he was only teasing, he didn’t know it would upset you. Since their birth mother had left, you’d been so good to all of them, always making time for them, something his father hadn’t always been so good at, but since he’d met you, he was getting better at it.
“I’m sorry.” The teenager apologised sheepishly.
“It’s okay,” You replied, you could see he really did mean it. “You should invite them over, I’ll make those brownies you guys like later.” That perked him up, as he raced out of the kitchen with a smile, hurrying away from the, still angered, face of Endeavor.
The day went on a softly as it started, it was nice to be in this house, it was nice to feel part of a family. By evening you found yourself exhausted, having made the brownies you’d promised the boys, watching the three of them scoff them down, even though Endeavor told them not to eat them while they were still warm.
It was late, by the time that you’d finally got some peace, snuggling under a blanket on the comfort of the giant sofa, nuzzling into your Alpha’s chest while you caught up on some TV. Large fingers ran through your hair, enjoying the texture against his skin, the warmth of your body against his.
“I hope you feel at home here.” He said softly, pulling you closer, grazing his lips across your forehead. Eyes showing a little worry. More than anything, he wanted you to feel safe here.
You smiled, leaning into him closer.
“Of course I do. I love being around you, and your family.”
“Good.” He replies. “They’re your family too now though, since we’re knotted.”
You kiss along his jaw, leaning up in his arms.
“I know… I’m happy here, happier than I’ve been anywhere else.”
Enji leans down, nuzzling you against his face. “Hmm.” He grunts contentedly, the feel of his omega in his arms lulling him into a trance. “Me too.”
Chapters: 4/6
Fandom: Endeavour (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Peter Jakes/Endeavour Morse
Characters: Peter Jakes, Endeavour Morse
Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Established Relationship, Season/Series 02, Mild Sexual Content, Alcohol, Childhood Trauma, Personal Growth, Developing Relationship, Blenheim Vale (Endeavour), Stinky Cabbage Peter Jakes, Cigarettes, Foot Massage
Summary:
Peter is struggling to cope with the memories of Blenhiem Vale thrust back into the forefront of his mind that he'd rather just forget. But now it has to do with the case, and Morse isn't letting go of a tiny detail connecting him to all of it. A simple tattoo.
rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET!).
Thanks @ronniebox for the tag! I haven’t been writing much recently but it’s fun to go over when I used to be able to finish things 😀
most hits: White Knights (72,412). It’s Merlin, it's Merthur, and apparently someone recced it on TikTok? I never managed to find the rec
second most kudos: Thin Band of Gold (6,487) It’s Merlin again and that White Knights rec brought readers to all my Merlin stuff
third most comments: Thin Band of Gold (190) again
fourth most bookmarks: Worst Kept Secret (384) hello again Merlin fic
fifth most words: Uncommon People (25,026) Endeavour! In a Merlin-esque setting, lol.
least words: One Night in Clerkenwell (227) Endeavour again, Morse and Shirley friendship.
Takeaways… the Merlin fandom gives back 🤣
I will tag... @allwaswell16 @reminiscingintherain @catalogercas and @hekate1308 and anyone else who wants a go.
In need of some joandeavour?
You may have a look at the last instalment of my AU fics series, set in S9! Appearances may be deceiving.
Acta est fabula 👉 https://archiveofourown.org/works/45932107
extra pov: looking at Endeavor's himbo face makes you wanna sit on it (18+ MINORS DNI)
click here to read the whole fic: Pity The Flowers. (if you want context)
genre: nsfw
Synopsis: Two idiots in love. Two married idiots in love. Two, turning senile, married idiots in love.
oh how you turn the love as chaotic as ours into something so comforting; i no longer want to call it violent. storm-like. visceral. i want nothing but warm hands and ether kisses, withering like the fire-lit buttercups on your nightstand.
- fray narte
perma tags: @spicy-therapist-mom @vtte @bootyholelicker i chose to sin today.
Todoroki Enji, as much as he hated your decision to keep the ingrate inside you, he couldn't shake off how your countenance would draw his attentions, gods, just look at the curve of your belly. Your striking eyes flickered up from your phone to his, and the unmistakable lust in them sent heat that swept over him; a wash of sweet white fire that pooled in his groin. It left him speechless as you stood up from the armchair, pocketing your phone and walked towards him.
You moved smoothly, not like a trained hero would but with more unhurried grace. Agile. Memories flashed; Your body beneath his, rising to meet him in smooth, liquid thrusts, his lips closing around one of your nipples–
Enji breathed out in one unsteady rush. He's still mad at you. He shouldn't be thinking this way now. Maybe in bed later, but not right now. He has to actively remind himself that he's supposed to be ignoring you. Look at you turning those doe eyes at him, fluttering your lashes, really just begging him to fuck you in broad daylight. Horny bitch. It wasn't fair that you're so desirable when pregnant.
"Enji?"
He crossed his arms and grunted. "No."
And then you had the audacity to sweetly turn up your nose at him, walk away in mere maternal dress with no sleeves that showcased the the side of your breasts, those budding nipples sprung proudly against the thin cloth. How he missed molding those beans between his , sinking his rough fingers in your soft flesh.
"... missed you." You tell him softly.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment. How many weeks has it been? No, no. He will not cave. No matter how your feminine wiles entice him. He. will. not. cave. You sighed and walked by him to return to the bed room. He watches you leave.
Kami, he missed you more.
---
This does not count. This is not him caving in. He is not caving in. This is you taking liberty on his innocent person. Yes, innocent. Even if he could stop your wandering hands from reaching into his boxers to palm his cock.
Even if he deliberately walked around half naked to flex his muscles, you liked seeing them anyways. Even if your eyes darkened at the sight of him, sweating in the dojo as you pass by, doors slid open for anyone's sight to feast on him as he worked out. Even if he intentionally crowds you in the bathroom when you brush your teeth and he reaches over the compartment to get a mouth wash, his morning wood grazing your ass. Out of the corner of his eye, you would stare at him in the mirror, getting himself naked as he stepped into the shower. Your eyes soaking in the sight of his well endowed manhood. You missed it. Then, he would smirk at you, you're missing out on what could be the usual morning between you and him, if only you weren't so stubborn. He whips to close the shower curtain and then... he touches himself. With you still in the bathroom. You hear the soft pitter-patter of the shower but you freeze at the almost inaudible low grunt. If it weren't for the bathroom's acoustics, it'd be hard to hear. You scratch your foot with the other, squirming, listening to Enji's sounds. You could just fling the curtain open, grab his thing and shove it in your throbbing cunt whether he liked it or not; but his recent rebuffal had your pride dented, so you lift up your maternal gown, and started to touch yourself too, mesmerized at his silhouette masturbating in the shower.
And you gripping his cock, thumbing over his tip smeared with pre-cum, was him being innocent. No matter his seductions, it was still your choice to touch him in his sleep. He pretends to turn in his sleep so it was easier for you to touch him. Your little moan as his cock stood attention when you finally freed him from his boxers was taking everything in Enji not to snap, and end the ruse. He grew harder.
You bit your lip as you grip him in both hands, savoring how he felt when throbbing. He's huge. Sometimes you forget because you got used to it. The thick veins on his angry red cock, it was so ugly but it wasn't the appearance that made you crave it. It was his long length and huge girth. This thing knocked you up for the fourth time. You took on this monster cock, creamed around it, had it down your throat, and stretched your ass. You whimpered. It wasn't fair. This should have been inside you daily, especially when pregnant. Stupid, Enji. It's not like you wanted to get knocked up, but it doesn't mean you didn't want another child when it happened.
You sit on his stomach, and you weren't wearing anything under your maternal dress. You shifted your dress so that your bare wet heat comes in contact with his skin, the curl on his abdominal hair creates delicious friction. Look at this stupid himbo face. He looks so stupid it makes you wanna sit on it, a better use than being the face of a bastard.
So it doesn't count as caving when a husband, Enji for example, stays still on the bed and lets one's wife relieve herself on one's cock, right? In his opinion, it's genius because this way, he has taken care of his wife's sexual needs while still making a point. Two birds in one stone. He keeps his face relaxed when he feels his wife's hand propped on his chest, nails ruffling the curls on him. You wiggled a little.
Cute.
And then, the weight on him shifts. He hears the bedside drawer slide open. For a few moments, there's a rustle of plastic. Was that a condom? What for? There's a click and a buzzing sound.
His eyes snapped open and he sees you holding of what appears to be a... toy shaped like a penis. Your expression froze and the mortification washed over you when your husband snatched your vibrator and threw it across the room with a thunderous expression.
"How dare you..." His palms are gripping your waist in an instant.
"... how dare I– you just threw my vibrator!" You crossed your arms, glaring at him even though you're totally in the wrong here for touching your husband while he's asleep and you're defensively getting angry.
"What were you doing?"
"What do you think? Fucking myself!"
"You were attempting infidelity!"
"WITH A VIBRATOR?!"
At the incredulity of your tone, he scowled. "Why not me?"
"One: you're asleep. Two: we're fighting. Three: i didn't have your consent."
"I was letting you take me!" He yells in exasperation. "You really think a trained hero like me wouldn't feel your touch the moment you started touching me. I was letting you! Take me!"
You stare at him– glared at him. Eyebrows twitching in annoyance. A few beats of silence when the tension snaps and you leaned down as he leans up, grabbing the back of your head to pull you into a hungry kiss. He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth hard, but not enough to bleed. It takes no time at all for the kiss to turn sloppy. You drooled while he licked and lips together again. He pushes you down so he could hover above you, the maternal dress riding up to your tummy, and your pretty cunt is in perfect view.
"Gonna fuck that petty pride out of you." He growls into your ear, beard scruff scratches against your cheek.
You scoffed. "Speak for yourself."
Enji rests a flat palm on your tummy. "Gonna fuck this brat out too."
Oh. You clench. Why does that turn you on?
His lips descends from your ear to your neck, his facial hair grazed your skin, igniting a familiar ache when he kneads your soft breasts, larger and fuller, now that you're starting to lactate. His chaste kisses leave stings in its trail down. Your hand flies to his head, fingers curling on his hair as his breath fans your pussy. Your back tensed, arching a little before you breathed out and relaxed. He kisses you there and squeezed you lightly with his lips. He flattens his tongue and pressed from the bottom up to the clit.
Enji pulls away and looks you in the eye as kissed your left inner thigh down to your inner knee, crossing to the other and making to the right inner thigh. He gently squeezed your skin between his teeth, and then lips. He sucks on a spot. Letting his lips hover on the area above your clitoris, soft and lazy presses. Enji grasps your thigh in place, and spit on your already wet, quivering pussy. He makes an 'O' with his mouth around your clit and sucked, holding it in place while his big tongue massaged the nub. You clutch his hair tightly, breaths faster, body tense and the your thighs begin to shake as you approach orgasm. His suction slows but the pressure is steady, when he fucking stops.
You pull his hair in frustration.
He sits up, and spits at his palm to lubricate his cock. He had to have more than ample lubrication (because of age), and he didn't want to hurt you. Enji just wants to take good care of you. He grasps your ass, lifting you a little as he lines his shaft. One of your hand broke away from his hair to touch him, hold the fat head and rub against your entrance. The bulbous tip felt good. You anticipate with bated breath, your mind empty but a chant of 'put it in.' You guide his length, as he starts to push it in. A broken moan was drawn out of you at the sensation of the tip finally stretching you out. Kami, it was sinful. because there's no way you could live without this. Once the tip was in, he fully sheath himself and it took your breath away. Enji groaned. It's been weeks. Too long. A long moment passed and then he leans down for a kiss, you taste yourself in his mouth.
"I'm sorry." He says.
You shook your head. "I'm sorry."
He thrusts again, starting a rhythm that strings out moans from you. The hand that guided his shaft, rested on his neck; nails digged and scratched down at Enji's intensity. He wasn't just hitting that spot that made you weep in ecstasy, it was a deeper spot that had you blurt out litany of Enjis, pleads, praises, curses, and demands. His thrusts grew erratic, and sloppy but he grappled to return to his pace until you panted, "Faster, Enji. Please– please." The knot inside you grew tighter and tighter. "Together." He grunts in agreement and the world blanked white for a moment. Enji lets himself fall on top of you. His crushing weight on you is a comfort you've grown to love. He doesn't take it out. He loved falling asleep buried deep in you.
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Title: Nothing like poetry
Author: greenapricot
Fandom: Endeavour
Characters: Ronnie Box
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 1,256
Warnings: None
Ronnie’s in a pub. Not one of his usual haunts. Those are all dead to him now like he probably should be. It’s a startling thought. Uncomfortable. It’s been a month since he got out of hospital and the thought keeps popping up; a sinister thing hovering at the edges of his vision. A black mark on every day. He can’t seem to get rid of it, hasn’t managed to grab it and crush it to nothing either.
Whisky helps.
Mostly.
He downs the last of what’s left in his glass and gestures for another, shifts on his stool and grabs for the cigarette pack next to him on the bar. He pulls out a cigarette, lights it, watches the smoke swirl around him as he exhales.
He meant to leave Oxford. The night they let him leave the hospital he was going to drive away, leave his flat and his things and never come back. But fit to be released didn’t mean properly fit, not by a long shot. There was no one waiting for him when he shuffled out the door, the constant ache in his gut forcing his stride to slow, plodding steps. He hadn’t expected there would be. But he’d hoped, somewhere small in the back of his mind, that maybe Fred would have come.
