#transjohn

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hi steph! do you happen to have any trans!john fics?

Hey Lovely!

Ahhhhh, I don’t really know of any TransJohn fics. Most of the ones I know of are TransSherlock, and the only TransJohn one I know of, The Bluest of Blue has been removed from Ao3 because it was published.

Anyone have any they can suggest for lovely?

[snaker0t]

Juuuuuuuune

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

hey !! Know any fics where both Sherlock and john are trans men?? (also I love ur art oh my life it's beautiful)

I sadly do not! I’ve been avoiding reading translock because I don’t want to inadvertently steal ideas for WR. If anyone had a good rec list, I’d be much obliged! <3

[johnlockfanficrec]

Description: John braced for the cutting deduction they day they met at Bart’s and Sherlock said “Afghanistan or Iraq?” Six months on, it still hasn’t come. 

Review: John is trans and when he realizes that he and Sherlock are getting closer, he struggles with trying to figure out if Sherlock knows he's trans or not. This fic uses slightly outdated terminology but only because the author, also a trans guy, thinks that that is what John would have grown up using. I liked it, there isn't a lot of trans John out there and this one was good in my opinion. 

Rating: Explicit 

★★★★☆

[starshinethecat1]

Anyone else headcannon trans John? No? Just me? Okay. #john #johnegbert #transjohn #ftm #trans #transgender #transmale #homestuck

[justjohnlockstuff]

Happy Trans Visibility Day!

Check the tags for trigger warnings

Fics where Sherlock is trans:

The Syntax of Things -- what_alchemy

When John looked at him, Sherlock felt whole, felt like he was who he was meant to be. Not a freak, an oddity, or a monster in-between. (19,231 words)

The Fallacies of Simple Observation -- bloodofthepen

" “If you observed, John, or even looked, you would know that my aversion to people is nothing compared to people’s aversion to me.” The doctor stopped; replaced the bags in the corner. He leveled his eyes with the detective’s. “All right, Sherlock—what’s the real reason?” “Don’t play with me, John.” “I’m not. I’m asking you a question because I care about the answer.” “You don’t want to play this game, John; you will lose.” “Sherlock, stop it. I’m not playing any games. You’ve given me only secondary reasons for avoiding the hospital, and since I’m the one who has to patch you up every time you decide real medical attention isn’t necessary, I deserve to know why.” “No.” “No?” “You’re a doctor, John; observation of the human body is your industry. You do not ‘deserve’ to have me make an audible confession of what you have already seen.” "

[TW: gender dysphoria, discussion of transphobia] (12,585 words)

A Girl’s Name -- Caseyrocksmore

He could leave John with a piece of himself. He could give John a secret. He could come clean about the one other thing he hadn't told his best friend, the thing that didn't matter to anyone but Sherlock now.

"Sherlock is actually a girl's name." (3,539 words)

The Odd-Edged Puzzle -- twistedthicket1

Sherlock knows his body. Can tell you every inch of it, every scar, every bone, where everything should be and where everything wasn't. He could tell you the exact register of his voice, how low it dipped when he so chose to make it do so. He could tell you how people see him, how they perceived his form to be. He could reveal how he didn't bother to correct him, the data all unimportant.

But he cannot tell John Watson, because to tell him would mean disaster. Spell out an end to their friendship forever.

At least, this is what Sherlock thinks. (45,368 words)

Seems So Easy for Everybody Else -- etothepii

He signs his correspondences to the police as Sherlock H, as he always has, and he signs his letters to his parents as SH -- they can take what they will from the S. He signs his school assignments S. Holmes, and manages to get away with it because he is the only Holmes in his classes. FtM!Sherlock. Contains trigger warnings for trans issues and brief mention of suicidal ideation. (14,882 words)

Obvious -- katesfolly

John accidentally discovers something about Sherlock's past, says the wrong thing, and wishes he hadn't. (1,522 words)

(worse than) nicotine -- ftmsteverogers

“What has happened to my beautiful daughter?” Mrs. Holmes says, distraught, fingers outstretched, reaching toward Sherlock’s newly-shorn head.

Sherlock looks up, eyes bright and full of something half manic, half exultant. “I killed her,” she says, viciously, and Mycroft wonders if he ought to have recognized the signs sooner. (3,589 words)

Morning Kisses -- loveanddeathandartandtaxes

“Shut up, I’m sleeping. It’s your own fault, making me sleep. Leave me alone.” The only reasonable response is to purse his lips, seal them over the point of Sherlock’s chin, and blow a raspberry. Sherlock swats at him and John, laughing, rolls back to his own side of the bed. With a little wriggling, he dozes off. (1,175 words)

I’m Ready -- GubraithianFire

Sherlock is nervous about his first date with his best friend and takes a trip down the memory lane on how they became what they are now. (2,593 words)

Like A Pillow -- ninja_at_221b

John doesn't like the bit of softness on her stomach. Sherlock does. (1,095 words)

Reborn -- Spark_Writer

There are two secrets Sherlock intends to take with her to the grave. They are, quite plainly, unutterable. (1,879 words)

Fics where John is trans:

Packing Heat -- songlin

John braced for the cutting deduction they day they met at Bart’s and Sherlock said “Afghanistan or Iraq?” Six months on, it still hasn’t come. (4,359 words)

Ignite -- malacophilous

John is trans; Sherlock doesn't mind. John minds, until he realises precisely why Sherlock doesn't. Written pre-S2. (3,526 words)

All Shook Up -- songlin

"I thought about what you said the other night," Sherlock says. "I want you to know what it's like. I want you to feel me tremble and come around you the way I feel you." (3,626 words)

It’s All Fine -- orphan_account

Sherlock Holmes doesn't actually know everything. John Watson intends to keep it that way. (FTM!John, slight casefic, inklings of queerplatonic Johnlock if you squint.) (6,231 words)

No Dictionary Sufficient in This Land of Men -- viklikesfic

John and Sherlock find something between them beyond, or perhaps around, words. Story elements include D/s themes and trans characters. Warning for transphobia and implied sibling abuse + very mild violence. Also, part one is John POV and part two is Sherlock POV. (3,749 words)

Brilliant and Commonplace -- Red

John's been comfortably heterosexual for years. Well, unless you count that bit when he'd been erroneously figuring himself Lesbian Daughter #2. Enter Sherlock and... uh, mildly kinky gay sex? (5,776 words)

Cases with trans characters:

The Adventure of the Consulting Woman -- DancingGrimm

“So the plan is, you have until Saturday night to make that,” he pointed at Sherlock, “look and act convincingly like a woman, so she can go and be a damsel in distress and in so doing trap a serial murderer. Have I got that right?"  (39,298 words)

A Series of Inconsequential Events -- Kahvi

A woman is killed. A man investigates. (2,167 words)

Some Translock Blogs:

thetranssherlockworld

translock

-- Devon

[artsybitrash]

#johnegbert #karkatvantas #transjohn #transkarkat #transgendertuesday

[unwanted-animal]

READ ON AO3 >>HERE<<

NOTES: I've been trying to find the words to say this for at least an hour. I'm nervous as hell about this. As a transgender fic writer, I often want to see men like me represented more frequently - and Omegaverse provides the easiest way to do that, yet people rarely take that path. So this is my first attempt at using fic to combat my bottom dysphoria, and also my first attempt at writing transgender smut. The last thing I want this to read as is exploitation; I used terms I use for my own body, problematic as they may be, I forced through my own dysphoria that kept popping up before the actual sex, and I ran it by a few of my cis friends to get their opinion on it. It may or may not be triggering, depending on your level of bottom dysphoria, but it felt really good to write a transgender character as normal with no hangups on the part of their partner, no explaining, no reveal... John's transgender and Jim has no issue with that.

For the first time since their relationship began, John felt the talons of his heat dig into his skin. Jim wasn’t due back for hours, but the wracking pain kept him bedridden. How could he get his toys if he couldn’t even stand? It wasn’t fair; he’d fought so hard to suppress it around his Alpha, but it wasn’t enough. Jim’s scent overpowered every last bit of will he clung to. Wet, warm, he let out a desperate moan and rolled onto his stomach.

Hips in the air, John shoved a pillow between his thighs and rutted uselessly. It felt good, but it didn’t provide the relief of being filled. He whined and slammed his forehead against the mattress, springs of the bed beneath him croaking in protest. John couldn’t still his hips. He was burning, consumed with lust and the need to be bred, but Jim -

“... You’re leaking from both holes, Johnny.”

John froze, whipping his head around to stare at the open door. Jim leaned against the frame, still carrying his luggage, a coy little smile on his lips. Despite their time together, John felt a rush of fear at the thought of being seen like that - open, flushed, muttering mindlessly as he tried to get off. It wasn’t… it wasn’t dignified.

He wasn’t comfortable with his body yet. Nearly four months after his top surgery, he still hated being nude. He hated the thought of anyone seeing him bared and open, of having his identity dragged into question because of something as trivial as scars or genitals. John braced himself for the inevitable comment, but instead of speaking Jim let his duffle fall to the floor and began removing his jacket.

“Jim, I didn’t think you’d be home.”

“Oops.”

Slow, steady hands removed his cufflinks and set them on the dresser. Somehow it felt like a performance; piece by piece Jim removed his clothing, while John trembled against his pile of pillows. He read no hesitation in Jim’s expression, no revulsion, no confusion - just desire. Heat burning in his dark brown eyes, Jim slid out of his boxers and crawled onto the bed behind John.

“I wouldn’t leave you alone during your heat - I’m not cruel.”

As he spoke Jim slid his hands over John’s back, marvelling at the heat radiating from his skin. He knew John balanced on the precipice of fear; it didn’t take a brilliant mind to see his shuddering wasn’t just from arousal. John cared what people thought. John cared that he passed, that other men didn’t see him as ‘lesser’ - and Jim didn’t. To Jim, John was perfect, and he wanted to make sure John knew that.

His fingers pressed into him, slow and strong, kneading his flesh as he worked them lower. Beneath him John groaned, pressing back into his palms. Jim spread him, squeezing his arse as more clear liquid dripped down his thighs. So beautiful, when he was so desperate. For a moment Jim wondered what it would be like to fill both his holes - a toy in one, his knot in the other, holding John in his arms as he trembled and cried and begged for more…

“Jim,” John panted, “If you - you don’t have to do this, don’t feel obligated, please…”

“Oh I want this, Johnny. I want you. It’s rare, to bond without sex, but when I bit you - you felt it, didn’t you? You’re mine, and I want all of you. You’re my good little boy.”

He turned John’s head and kissed him deeply, sliding his hands back up over his skin. John melted, meeting his lips with enthusiasm. He needed to hear that, and Jim knew it. More clear liquid dribbled down his skin, cock twitching as John met Jim’s heavy gaze.

“I am. I’m your - I’m your good boy.”

Jim knew John well enough to read that as consent. He could see it in the way John’s fingers dimpled the sheets beneath him, the subtle roll of his hips to present himself to Jim, and in the low rumble of his voice. John was comfortable. John was ready to be fucked.

“Where do you want me, Johnny? Here?”

With a coy smirk Jim pressed his own hips forward, letting his cock slide between John’s wet lips.

“Or here?”

He raised himself higher, gripping the base of his cock and rubbing it between John’s soft cheeks. “It’s your choice, Johnny, but you’d better make it fast… Wait too long and we just might drown here.”

John rolled his eyes - the joke was meant to distract him from the dilemma they both faced. He felt the ache between his thighs echoed in his muscle; maybe there was a way.

“Both,” he whispered. “Bottom left-hand drawer, there’s - there’s a vibrator.”

“And where do you want your toy?”

John licked his lips and lowered his eyes.

“My arse.”

That was the last thing Jim expected him to answer. John wanted him, then, in one of the most intimate ways he could share himself. Oh, he wouldn’t let that go to waste. Jim leaned over the bed and fumbled with the drawer, working John’s vibrator out of its dark depths as he balanced on the mattress. His fingers closed around the base and he pulled it out safely, turning it in the light to admire it. Light blue, almost translucent… and bigger than he expected, with a faux knot built into the base.

“Some day I want to take pictures of you wearing nothing but this,” he breathed, lubricating the toy just in case. “Filled to the brim, knot inside of you…”

John whined, reaching back with one hand to spread his messy cheeks. “Please. Please, Jim…” Talking only made his need grow worse. That throbbing ache hadn’t abated - he needed to be fucked, hard and fast, again and again until the fire finally died. Jim leaned in close, breath hot against John’s skin as he inspected his muscle. It twitched and quivered, open and ready for the toy he held.

Without warning Jim pressed it into him and John cried out, pressing his hips back against the silicone. It wasn’t as warm as he expected, but it helped relieve some of that empty feeling gnawing at his core. Inch by inch it filled him, until the knot rested against his stretched hole.

“Turn it - turn it on?”

“Not until you say please, Johnny…”

“Please, please! Please turn it on, Jim!”

“Good boy… even in heat, you can’t forget your manners.”

Jim turned the dial and the toy began to shake, sending tremors along John’s curved spine. The hand holding his cheeks apart gripped the base and fucked it into him, hard and fast. Jim seemed content to watch as John played with his toy, never taking its knot even as his hips jerked and rolled.

Not enough. It wasn’t enough for him. John met Jim’s eyes through his long golden lashes, panting hard as he summoned the strength to ask.

“M-More,” he whispered. “Please, Jim… Please give me more…”

“Tell me what you want, Johnny. Tell Daddy exactly what you want.”

“I, I want… I want you to fuck me.”

“Louder,” Jim answered, lilting voice filling John’s ears like a song.

“Fuck me! Please!” John cried, half out of his mind with need. The sheets beneath him were soaked, slightly sticky as his knees dimpled the bed. Sweaty hair matted to his face, hips rutting uselessly, he looked close to coming undone.

“That’s more like it.”

Grinning, Jim pumped his cock twice before lining himself up with John’s dripping hole and pressing into him. It felt torturously slow; John whined and tried to press himself back, but Jim held him in place. When the base of his pick pressed against John’s skin and the toy vibrated against his pelvis, then Jim began to move.

With one rough snap of his hips he’d pinned John down against the sheets, snarling against the back of his throat as he fucked him hard and fast. Full as he was, John felt sheer bliss as Jim filled him. His muscles burned with each thrust and he choked out praises in broken sobs. Nails clawing at the sheets, he met each press of Jim’s hips with eager rolls of his hips.

“Such a greedy boy,” Jim growled. “I cannot believe it takes two cocks to satisfy you, Johnny. What would the other Alphas think if they knew?”

“You - Christ, Jim, you’re enough for me, more than,” John moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. The scent of Jim’s sweat washed over him, momentarily wiping out all rational thought. There was only him, claimed by his Alpha, drunk on the weight of his body and the feel of his cock slamming into him.

Heaven. John found heaven in Jim’s sex, in their bond. Why did he wait so long to give in? Why had he been so afraid?

“Prove it to me, Johnny. Take, take my knot, beg me for it - when you’re ready. I want to know just how much you love being fucked. I want to know you’re mine.”

John whimpered and nodded his agreement. Oh, he’d beg; between Jim’s cock and the toy vibrating inside him, he knew he wouldn’t last. It didn’t matter; he hadn’t been fucked in so long, not by another person, that he knew he’d be ready again as soon as the swelling went down.

Beneath them, the bed creaked and groaned under the strain of their shifting weight. Moaning, spilling onto the sheets with every thrust of Jim’s hips, John could barely focus on anything outside of the pleasure. Now and again Jim would adjust the dial on the toy, sending John sobbing as his climax built low and hot in his gut. The skin stretched around its rubber tingled and ached, but that only added to his ecstasy.

John could feel Jim swelling. He, too was reaching his limits, desperate to come inside of his mewling Omega. Overwhelmed by the hormones and the feel of John around him, he saw no shame in indulging. John just needed to beg…

“Please,” John managed to gasp. “Please, knot me!”

Jim forced the toy the rest of the way in as he buried his own knot inside of John, cock spurting hot and fast inside of him. Once he was sure the rubber knot was secure he slid his hand between John’s thighs and rubbed his fingers along his cock, pressing as he worked the hot nerves quickly. Within moments John tightened around him, more liquid dribbling out around the base of his knot. They collapsed against the bed, Jim draped over John’s body as his arms encircled his shoulders.

“How do you feel, Johnny?” He whispered, pressing lazy kisses to the back of his hair.

“Fucking full,” John chuckled. “That was just what I needed, Jim. God, thank you.”

“Mmn, thank you for sharing this with me. Put any of those fears to rest?”

“For now. Who knows how I’ll feel in the future, but this… You made me feel safe,” he admitted quietly. “Desired, even, and - I’m glad I’m yours, Jim.”

“Oh, Johnny… I’m glad you’re mine.”