vulgarweed: (mary-by-magnavox-23)
The femfirmative-johnlock blog on Tumblr has got me thinking about how I write women in my Sherlock fics.

This is Part One. Part Two, which focuses on my Johnlock fics only, should follow in the next few days.

(WARNING: This little essay contains spoilers for all my fics, obviously)

Now, I really like all the women characters in Sherlock the show - despite serious missteps by the writers for most of them, I find them pretty rich and rewarding to explore. Yet I’ve written so many Johnlock stories where they barely appear at all. I do feel this is balanced out by the fact that I write a lot of poly/OT3/threesome fic where women are very present and strong, and I’ve also written femslash (I sail the tiny but fierce gunboat Marene), and I’m also one of the mods of the Get Mrs Hudson Laid blog and AO3 collection.

Part 1 is about women in my fics that are not Johnlock (in the sense of the Johnlock pairing being a dyad only). Here’s a list of those under the Read More (cause it’s loooong). All are rated Mature or Explicit unless marked otherwise). Questions and commentary very welcome.

Read more... )

If you’ve read this far, THANK YOU!! I hope you find something on the list you might enjoy. Questions and comments very welcome, but no women-character hate please.

Part 2 will focus on the role of women in my Johnlock fics.
vulgarweed: (she-said-by-magnavox-23)
originally posted to AO3 on 7/28/2017. Latest update 3/20/2018 NOW COMPLETE

Title: Signs Following
Chapters: 11/11 COMPLETE
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Tags/Warnings:
Appalachia, Historical - 1970s, Snakes, Religion, religious homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Appalachian Folklore, Folk Medicine, Faith Healing, snakebite, Story: The Adventure of the Speckled Band, Allusions to Family Abuse, Established Relationship, Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Snake-Handling

Summary: 1976. Bone Fiddle-verse; Appalachian AU. A couple years into their relationship, John and Sherlock are cozily setting up for spring with Mrs. Hudson's expert guidance when a distraught young woman appeals to them for help and sends them on one of their strangest cases yet - in order to solve one murder and prevent another, they must tangle with a sinister preacher and enter the much-sensationalized, little-understood world of Pentecostal Holiness believers who strictly observe Mark 16: 17-18.

(And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; they shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.)

Story is loosely modeled on "The Adventure of the Speckled Band."

Signs Following, full story

latest update: Chapter 11 - In the Morning Sow Thy Seed

Chapter summary: They don't even make it all the way home before the trouser snakes wake up and want handling (the chapter title isn't about gardening!) And a good thing too, because the waiting wrath of Mrs. Hudson would be a real boner-killer.

Note and bibliography at the end.

Written for significanceofmoths for the 2017 Fandom Trumps Hate auction!
vulgarweed: (the game by isaac_of_nine)
originally posted to AO3 on 7/28/2017. Latest update 2/14/2018

Title: Signs Following
Chapters: 8/?
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: as of chapter 8, PG-13/Teen. Will be NC-17/Explicit
Tags/Warnings:
Appalachia, Historical - 1970s, Snakes, Religion, religious homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Appalachian Folklore, Folk Medicine, Faith Healing, snakebite, Story: The Adventure of the Speckled Band, Allusions to Family Abuse, Established Relationship, Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Snake-Handling

Summary: 1976. Bone Fiddle-verse; Appalachian AU. A couple years into their relationship, John and Sherlock are cozily setting up for spring with Mrs. Hudson's expert guidance when a distraught young woman appeals to them for help and sends them on one of their strangest cases yet - in order to solve one murder and prevent another, they must tangle with a sinister preacher and enter the much-sensationalized, little-understood world of Pentecostal Holiness believers who strictly observe Mark 16: 17-18.

(And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; they shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.)

Story is loosely modeled on "The Adventure of the Speckled Band."

Signs Following, full story

latest update: Chapter 8 - The Hour is Come, the Feast Is Nigh

Written for significanceofmoths for the 2017 Fandom Trumps Hate auction!
vulgarweed: (mary-by-magnavox-23)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Masterlist under the cut after today's drabble!

Day 13: 13. Medical play | Rimming | Titfucking + TENTACLES brought over from the Day 12 list!!

This is a double 221B drabble, set in the same universe as After Me, the Deluge and Filled Afresh With Each Flow (the Johnlockary stories where Mary has tentacles). I threatened to write this very tale during the Everybudders discussion on Three Patch Podcast. I always try to keep my threats.

A Lady’s Enhancements (Sherlock, Mary Watson/Mrs. Hudson)

Mary was already down the stairs and into 221A when she realised her mistake. Hudders was deep into her herbal soothers on her sofa, her demure purple dress hitched up high enough that Mary could see … oh God.

The older woman just laughed. “Oh Mary. Did you think I don’t know what it’s like? All you young folk think these…advances…are beyond the old folks’ ken. Mine aren’t as state-of-the art as yours, I’m sure.” Between her thighs, a cluster of squid-like tentacles writhed slowly. “I know Sherlock went YouTubing for my dancing days. He didn’t tell you what he saw, even with what you three get up to?” Mrs. Hudson clucked sadly. “They do ache though.”

“Oh,” said Mary, feeling the tell-tale twitch in her back that forewarned a release of her own. “Can I help? I am a nurse, after all.”

Mrs. Hudson hmmphed. “Yes, just like I’m a landlady.”

Mary felt the pressure build, and disrobed to save her blouse. Mrs. Hudson’s tentacles were pink and growing darker as she gazed on them, wriggling eagerly as Mary’s own unfolded from her back, thick and grey and balanced like a spider’s legs.

“Oh, they did such a great job on you, my dear. Pity mine are cerise, I’m told that drains me. You’re suited to that slate blue.”

*

“Let me examine you, then.”

Mrs Hudson was rising up slowly, legs opening, her own appendages thickening and stretching. Mary’s enhancements had been made as weapons - only now, safe in the knowledge that John and Sherlock knew and accepted them, had Mary fully grasped how they could be tamed and soothed by sex as a superior substitute to murder.

Mrs Hudson was increasingly attractive; so much more to her than met the eye. Mary bent down, stretching herself over the older woman as her tentacle tips engaged the smaller, pinker mass, those clever sensitive finger-like tendrils reaching out with their sucker undersides. “All seems well,” Mary whispered huskily as their tentacles met and entangled, and two of Mrs Hudson’s reached out and pulled Mary down, pressing her face to Mrs Hudson’s belly as the pink tentacles danced between Mary’s breasts, slick and pinching and pulsing.

Her own blue appendages pushed tips into the soft snakelike mass, and Mrs Hudson cried out in pleasure. Mary kept them moving slowly, as Mary’s hands pushed them together and she slowly struggled to surge her way up Mrs Hudson’s body for a kiss - the one last normal wet probe of her tongue into the taste of weed and tea and seawater - and brought up another one of her own to thrust in Mrs Hudson’s bosom.


Masterlist 1-12 )
vulgarweed: (OK by london_fan)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Masterlist under the cut after today's drabble!

Day 11: 11. Sadism/Masochism | Orgasm Denial | Gags (another ALL THREE!)

By Proxy (Sherlock, Mycroft Holmes/Jim Moriarty) (after the last two were Eurus and Sherlock, how could I not let Jim collect the whole set?)


He liked the gags. He liked the way his captors went through several of them trying to get the right fit. He liked the big rubber ball gag best. It didn’t muffle his screams much, were he inclined to scream, which he pretty much only did for effect.

He liked the gags because it let him know they were afraid to let him speak unbidden.

He liked the gags because it made the pretense that they were torturing him for information look completely hollow, even if Big Brother didn’t surely know how much wasted effort it could be to try to break an extreme masochist. Of course, Big Brother was never one for legwork, but that didn’t mean Jim couldn’t almost hear him breathing hard behind those ubiquitous cameras. All the machinery of the state - their trained thuggery, their needles, their delicious, shivery electrostim - oh, The Woman would be green with envy, and this kind of quality agony wasn’t for sale at any price.

He spoke in scratches on the glass of his cell and rapid morse code blinks of his eyes through blood and tears. I can feel how hard you are when you watch, Mycroft. Barely keep your hands out of the bespoke, yeah? You must have balls bluer than your blood if you can’t come until I break.


Masterlist 1-10 )
vulgarweed: (the game by isaac_of_nine)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!
This masterlist is getting long - after today, it'll be under a cut.

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings, Merry/Pippin/Treebeard)

Day 7: 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing

The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)

8. Latex | Roleplay | Deep-Throating/Face-Sitting (I USED ALL THREE!)

Forensic Protocol (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

9. Day 9: 9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage (I USED ALL THREE AGAIN!)

Five Minutes in Purgatory (Sherlock, Eurus Holmes/Jim Moriarty)

10. 10. Edgeplay | Gun Play | Fucking Machine

Money Shot (Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, in Sherlock’s Mind Bordello)

“It’s only really edgeplay if it’s loaded.”

“It is,” Sherlock said. He knew this not because of the revolver’s weight or how it was handled - but because of who handled it. Who was kneeling, licking the barrel and drawing it in and out of his mouth, obscenely.

Moriarty - Jim - seemed reluctant to let it go. “You know there’s only one in the chamber, too. It’s already crossed my mind - (for when he bent low Sherlock could see the back of his head blown out). Perhaps it will cross yours too.”

“Russian Roulette,” Sherlock snapped, pulse pounding.

“You’re as good at the obvious as your…biographer. Pity your illustrator isn’t here to draw you taking this gun out of my mouth and putting your cock in there instead. Only thing you’ve got to lose is something you don’t value much anyway. Either way. I like this gun. It’s tasty. And you like to suck, too.”

Sherlock’s eyes narrowed, calculating. “The cabbie. The pills. That was a message. Two rounds. Click click.”

“Or click-bang,” Jim said, languidly. “Or click-bang-suck-OH. I know what your semen smells like. It’s all over your bed. You’ve been thinking of me, you naughty boy.”

“We both get orgasms, lucky one gets a dead enemy?”

“Bring that cock here and try it. You’re gonna love having your mind blown.”
vulgarweed: (breakt-the-rules-by-magnavox-23)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings, Merry/Pippin/Treebeard)

Day 7: 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing

The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)

8. Latex | Roleplay | Deep-Throating/Face-Sitting (I USED ALL THREE!)

Forensic Protocol (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

9. Day 9: 9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage (I USED ALL THREE AGAIN!)

Five Minutes in Purgatory (Sherlock, Eurus Holmes/Jim Moriarty)

He straightens his suit as her eyes burn through his shell. “I’m your Christmas present.” His mouth has gone dry. She’s beyond perfect, the essence of pure Holmesness wrapped in a shroud of witchcraft. “What’s mine?” He already knows. It’s that he feels alive in her presence, because he is afraid.

She briefly parts the white shirt of her pyjamas to show the peep of a camisole. Prada. The latest Fall collection. Oh, the implications. He comes as close to the glass as he dares, and then closer, and then their bodies nearly meld through it. She begins to whisper. He’s trembling. He’s hard. She speaks of drowning. He feels the pressure in his lungs.

He’ll joke about Darth Vader but the idea of being choked by remote used to make him hard and shooting off embarrassingly fast.

She curls her white hand against the glass as she dances with him, slow and lewd. She clutches her fist at the knot of his tie, and the glass is still there, he’s sure of it, but somehow he feels her heat against his chest, her face nuzzling, her thighs pressing, and his necktie tightening at her command although it’s his own hand pulling. His come smears the glass as he slides to his knees, consumed with joy as his vision goes black.
vulgarweed: (OK by london_fan)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock)

“Give me the scalpel, Sherlock!”

“No.”

In his bonds, John could barely flex his fingers. The left knuckle scabs were healed but the skin still felt tight.

“Lestrade played me the recording,” Sherlock said, his voice a deep drone. “It’s good to know that it used to be fun for you.”

John shivered as Sherlock’s fingers ran up his shoulders, plucking his collar open. “Everything was so wrong that day. Everything.”

Sherlock nodded with an mm-hmm, and let John feel the slow, light trail of the dull side of the scalpel up his right trapezius. It felt good. “I want you to imagine just what you thought might have happened, if I really were as far gone as you thought. Would I have killed Culverton? The true Faith? Even you? With this one tiny blade, that I’ve only used on premade corpses? A weapon more befitting a doctor?”

“And I used my fists and feet instead. Sherlock, I’m sorry, so sorry. Please?”

“Please release you?” Sherlock asked quickly, demeanor changing as his hands lunged for the bonds.

“No!” John barked. “Not that! You promised!”

“Oh you’re right, I did,” Sherlock said, breathing deep. “I’m entitled, you said. True enough. I am. And you’re demanding. You’d resent me if I safeworded out - and so I won’t.”

Sherlock kissed John, and drew blood.
vulgarweed: (cockcoin)
originally posted to AO3 on 4/24/2017

Every Bad Boy Loves a Sailor

Word count: 10,614
Chapters:Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Additional Tags: Bedtime Stories, Dirty Talk, Past Sex Work, Promiscuity, Prostitution, Past Threeway, Anonymous Sex, Period-Typical Homophobic Language, Appalachia, New York City, Hustling, Cruising, 69 (Sex Position), Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Sex Instructor Sherlock, Lazy Mornings, mild jealousy, Rimming, Barebacking, Period-Typical Risky Sex, Riding, Historical - 1960s, Historical - 1970s
Series: Part 11 of The Bone Fiddle
Summary:

Bone Fiddle-verse, Appalachian AU. On a lazy, rainy Sunday morning, Sherlock tells John a smutty and (mostly) true story. John’s got some mixed feelings about Sherlock’s promiscuous past, but he can’t deny what hearing about it in lascivious detail does to him - especially now that he’s the only one safely naked in bed with him.

Written for Shabet in the 2017 Fandom Trumps Hate auction.

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