My job here is done.
Willie made me write another crossdressing fic after this art.
Also I’ve now made the crossdressing fics their own series, here.
An Unexpected Dance Partner – When John and Sherlock, disguised as Joanne and Sheryl, run into Greg Lestrade at the club, John doesn’t expect things to end up like this.
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John carefully got out of the cab, wondering briefly how women did this all day long. Sheryl, of course, moved with effortless grace. She was gorgeous in the streetlight, waiting for John – Joanne – and looked almost nothing like Sherlock Holmes. John, on the other hand, was certain he’d win no beauty contest, even with the red dress and Sherlock’s expert makeup job.
Sheryl gave the bouncer a smile and a flirt and then they were going inside the club. Sherlock’s voice whispering in John’s ear about who they were looking for and why. Sheryl was fully in place as they stepped inside. The bass thumped loudly through John’s bones. He gave Sheryl’s hand a quick squeeze and made his way to the bar, needing a stiff drink and watching her effortlessly move in the crowd.
“Can I buy you a drink?” It took a moment for John to realize it was directed at him, another moment to realize he recognized the voice with a cold chill down his spine.
Closing his eyes, he refused to turn around. “No thank you,” he tried to pitch his voice higher, failing miserably.
He heard the man shift behind him as if trying to decide if he should say something. “On a case? Or just bored on a Friday night?”
John took a breath and slowly turned around, facing the amused eyes of the Detective Inspector. At least with the heels he could almost look the man in the eyes. “It’s for a case,” he said with gritted teeth.
Early birthday present for beminevalentines:
A Threesome Birthday – I’ts Sherlock’s Birthday and he wants Greg and John.
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Greg hesitated just a bit as he walked into the flat. John smiled at him. “Thanks for coming. It’s what Sherlock wanted for his birthday.”
“But both of us?”
“I know you slept with him before.”
“One time and neither of us were properly in our right minds.”
John smiled and poured him a drink. “You can still back out.”
“Oh no. You’re both very attractive men.”
“As are you, Greg.”
Greg threw back his drink before leaning down to kiss John, tasting the whiskey on his lips. John smiled into the kiss.
“In the bedroom waiting for us?” asked Greg.
“Yeah.” John took Greg’s hand and lead him to the bedroom. Sherlock was naked, blindfolded and cuffed to the headboard. He stopped trying to work a hand loose when he heard them step in.
Birthday Blues
Of course Sam doesn’t forget Dean’s birthday, but for Dean it’s just another day.
Another one of my weechester gen kid fics
After last nights bit of rough Sam/Jack, asked for some bottom Sam:
After Midnight – Sometimes after a hunt, the hunter just needs to feel alive.
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Jack unlocked the motel room door. It was past midnight, but not near enough dawn. At least the hunt had gone well and the beast had been taken care of. They both should probably shower, but weary bones had them barely kicking off shoes, pants and over shirts before crawling into the bed, limbs tangling around each other. Comfort, safety.
Waking up only a few hours later, their lips met in the dark. Jack ran a hand through Sam’s sweat-damp hair. He moaned against Jack’s kiss before settling onto his back and pushing down his boxers.
It had been a rough hunt, and Jack understood the need to feel alive. The desire for connection, for heartbeat and sweat. For the taste of a lover on your tongue and a body moving hot against your own. He raised up on one elbow and cupped Sam’s scruffy cheek, kissing him slowly, parting his mouth to revel in the sweet-dark taste of his lover.
Quick little superwood Sam/Jack for awabubbles:
Bound – While Dean and Cas are away, Jack and Sam can play.
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Jack put down a stack of books next to Sam’s arm. Dean and Cas were out hunting, leaving the research to Sam and Jack. Sam leaned back and ran a hand through his hair as he eyed the formidable stack.
Chuckling, Jack leaned against the table and watched him. “You should take a break.”
“I know what you’re thinking,” smiled Sam. Moving suddenly he flipped Jack over and pinned him face down against the table. Jack’s grunt was suspiciously like a moan as he looked back over his shoulder.
“Dean and Cas could be back any moment,” he said. “You sure this is how you want them to find us?”
“Us?” Sam leaned closer to his ear. “I could just tie you to the table.”
I may have just referred to myself as “tossing around PWP like candy at a parade”
Okay so this gorgeous piece of art inspired me to fic.
The Goldfish Corset -While Greg waited for Mycroft in the study, the last thing he expected was the corset.
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Greg was tired and a little irritated that Mycroft was having him over tonight. It had been a long week. But he never could deny the elder Holmes much of anything, so here he was, getting dropped off in front of the understated home. He was shown into the study and found himself alone. Wondering what Mycroft was up to, he poured himself a glass of the fine wine that had been left by the fireplace and settled in to wait.
At least the wine was tasty. He stared between the doors of the study, wondering when exactly Mycroft would deign to make an appearance. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sunk back in the leather chair, inhaling the scent of the wine and leather and musty old books. It was very much a Mycroft smell. Whenever the damnable man would show up.
He was staring into the fire when he heard Mycroft’s voice off to the side. “Gregory.”
Turning his head, he nearly dropped his wine. In the dim light of the study Mycroft stood with his back to him, sheet draped low around his waist. But it wasn’t the sheet that got his attention, it was the aqua corset cinched tight around his middle, lending a curve to his waist and drawing Greg’s eye down the straight line of his spine to his arse, freckles just visible on the pale skin. He looked like a perfect statue.
I wrote a little Jack/human!Cas fic for fanwork friday:
A Moment’s Touch – Jack finds Castiel in a homeless camp and learns that he’s human.
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Jack pulled up to the homeless camp. Wary eyes watched him but he was looking for one set in particular. “Why are you here, Jack?” Castiel appeared at his window looking tired and worn.
He gave a smile. “You’re a hard angel to find.”
Castiel looked around cautiously. “I’m human.”
Blinking, Jack looked him over a bit more critically. Thin, evidence of a recent fight. No sign of his other friends, obviously. “Get in.”
Holy crap I just looked at my AO3 stats.
I love you people, all of you.
My word count is over 200,000 now, my hit count is nearly the same.
I want to hug all of you and thank you for reading and believing in me.
