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The things born of late night conversations. you can half blame hums-happily for this:

Heels and Handcuffs – A little roleplay is good for the soul. Especially if it involves Mycroft Holmes in a leather skirt

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Greg sauntered into the pub, heart already beating fast. When Mycroft had suggested this evening he’d been a bit dubious.

Those thoughts went right out the window when he saw the familiar-faced figure leaning on the bar.

Red hair fell around shoulders covered in a black leather jacket, a dark bustier peeking out from underneath. A short black leather skirt covered fishnet stockings that vanished into a pair of high heeled boots.

Greg’s mouth went dry, but he remembered his role. He walked over and gave a smile. There was some perfume Greg didn’t recognize but went straight to his cock. “Evening.”

Mycroft looked up. He’d been playing bored, but Greg saw the glint of hunger in his eyes. “Evenin’”

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Crossdressing John

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Anonymous said to johnwantsit:

Lately, I’ve been exploring some kinks of mine. I’ve fallen in love with crossdressing and, especially, thigh highs. Tights can work too but thigh highs are where it’s at for me. Are there any fics of John bottoming in thigh highs and/or crossdress?

I LOVE THIS TOO, ANON.  Oh man.  Let’s see…

There’s Cleo2010’s The Red Box – alas I don’t think anything besides knickers are involved, but still.

Better Than Good, by fireofangels (note that it’s Mycroft/John)

Sometimes, Charities can be such a Drag, by janto321

Nurture, by shirellocks (not sure whether you’d count this one; also includes omega!John developing breasts, and early mpreg)

Red Leather, by janto321 (corset!)

Hold Me Down (non-con, forced crossdressing)

Guys, PLEASE SHARE your recs?

Ohh,, thank you. Most of my It’s for a Case series has crossdressing John in it. (except “a smudge of red lipstick”, that one’s just crossdressing Sherlock and top John). Also “An unexpected dance partner” is Johnlockstrade with crossdressing bottom John..

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Whew, finished my next crossdressing fic:

Sometimes, Charities Can Be Such a Drag – John and Greg dress in drag for a charity auction. Of course Sherlock is John’s highest bidder.

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“Why the hell am I doing this again?” John sucked in his stomach while Greg zipped up the back of his dress.

“Because you want to help support the charity and Anderson wouldn’t.” Greg stepped back and smiled at John. “You should wear heels more often, you’ve got the calves for it.”

John turned to glare at Greg, but stopped. The inspector was standing in a curly brunette wig, red halter top and a tight leather skirt that immediately would have made John adjust himself if he wasn’t already tucked.

Greg caught him staring and took a step back, drawing John’s attention to sexy heeled boots. “Been a while, but glad to see I still got it.”

“I would say you do,” John smoothed his own dress and moved to the mirror, smiling at the sight of himself in the short blond wig and red dress. He’d neglected to tell Greg he’d already owned these things because of an earlier case.

“Come on then, don’t want to be late,” Greg pulled on a leather jacket that completed his ensemble. John shook his head and followed him out.

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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.

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