Series Rec: RFU by okbutjusthisonce
Title: RFU (series)
Author: okbutjusthisonce (AO3) / consulting-homos (tumblr)
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: ~500-7000
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: “Are you pregnant again?” Sherlock says, eyeing John suspiciously.
Reccer's comments:
RFU is, to the best of my understanding, a series of responses to tumblr fic prompts going back to 2013. I don't remember who turned me on to them, but I remember thinking the stories were kind of awful; fifteen fics later I realized that they're awful like cheetos. They're quick junk food perfectly tailored to a specific craving (extreme/multiple pregnancy kink, with some animalistic/jealous Sherlock, which John cheerfully encourages).
As omegaverse goes, this series doesn't take itself or its kinks - or punctuation - too seriously. It's the kind of pleasantly bonkers porny romp you might hope to find in a members-only forum, but focused more on relationship dynamics than on the actual sex. Just enough of that to get the job done, and each story has its own humorous twist.
I particularly liked "Wayward," a recent entry, where a very, very pregnant John is out and about, coyly riling up the populace for his own purposes.
"Look at that." Kate said. She tilted her chin in the general direction of the next table, although it was completely unnecessary. Sarah nodded, almost imperceptibly at the omega sitting not far away.
Veronica reached for the sugar.
"Poor thing.” she tsked. She stifled a scandalised smile. “That can’t be comfortable.”
Sarah picked up the pot.
"Some people," she said in a low voice, "have little control over their bodies." She poured her friends a bit more tea, then replenished her own cup.
“It isn't as though it’s the 1950's, though, you know? We had sex education at school.” Kate stirred her tea thoughtfully.
“Well, some feel the need for attention.” Sarah said dismissively.
“You think that’s intentional, then?” Veronica stopped spoon poised halfway from her cup in a gesture of fascinated horror, "He can barely sit up."
“I bet…” Kate’s expression had taken on a mischievous edge, “fertility drugs were involved.”
Sometimes people get invoved in the shenanigans for hormonal reasons rather than because they have soberly considered their desires and the ramifiations thereof, and also John involves outside parties at least once in a sex game, unawares, so: dubious consent.
Author: okbutjusthisonce (AO3) / consulting-homos (tumblr)
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: ~500-7000
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: “Are you pregnant again?” Sherlock says, eyeing John suspiciously.
Reccer's comments:
RFU is, to the best of my understanding, a series of responses to tumblr fic prompts going back to 2013. I don't remember who turned me on to them, but I remember thinking the stories were kind of awful; fifteen fics later I realized that they're awful like cheetos. They're quick junk food perfectly tailored to a specific craving (extreme/multiple pregnancy kink, with some animalistic/jealous Sherlock, which John cheerfully encourages).
As omegaverse goes, this series doesn't take itself or its kinks - or punctuation - too seriously. It's the kind of pleasantly bonkers porny romp you might hope to find in a members-only forum, but focused more on relationship dynamics than on the actual sex. Just enough of that to get the job done, and each story has its own humorous twist.
I particularly liked "Wayward," a recent entry, where a very, very pregnant John is out and about, coyly riling up the populace for his own purposes.
"Look at that." Kate said. She tilted her chin in the general direction of the next table, although it was completely unnecessary. Sarah nodded, almost imperceptibly at the omega sitting not far away.
Veronica reached for the sugar.
"Poor thing.” she tsked. She stifled a scandalised smile. “That can’t be comfortable.”
Sarah picked up the pot.
"Some people," she said in a low voice, "have little control over their bodies." She poured her friends a bit more tea, then replenished her own cup.
“It isn't as though it’s the 1950's, though, you know? We had sex education at school.” Kate stirred her tea thoughtfully.
“Well, some feel the need for attention.” Sarah said dismissively.
“You think that’s intentional, then?” Veronica stopped spoon poised halfway from her cup in a gesture of fascinated horror, "He can barely sit up."
“I bet…” Kate’s expression had taken on a mischievous edge, “fertility drugs were involved.”
Sometimes people get invoved in the shenanigans for hormonal reasons rather than because they have soberly considered their desires and the ramifiations thereof, and also John involves outside parties at least once in a sex game, unawares, so: dubious consent.