THURSDAY: CROSSDRESSING
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hpfangirl71 and I'm your host this week. The theme I've chosen for today is one of my fave kinks and I hope you'll all enjoy it as much as I do. So today's theme will be Crossdressing, You can post any prompts as long as one of the characters is dipping into the clothing of the opposite sex. So this means the gals can be dressing like guys and the men can dress like gals... its all up to you. Any prompt that gets them all dolled up!! Also they don't have to dress in full attire... an obsession with just one item is fine as well. All genres and fandoms are accepted.
As always, here are the rules:
-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Here are some examples to get you started:
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, Stiles catches Derek in a compromising position with a female wolf and gets the wrong idea so he dresses up in a dress and wig to surprise him when he comes home.
Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, Who would have thought the hero could have a fetish for lace knickers.
Glee, Brittany/Santana, Santana watches the video for Lady Gaga's song You and I and decides to see if she can make herself look like a boy for Brittany.
Have Fun with this theme and again Happy Writing!!
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hpfangirl71 and I'm your host this week. The theme I've chosen for today is one of my fave kinks and I hope you'll all enjoy it as much as I do. So today's theme will be Crossdressing, You can post any prompts as long as one of the characters is dipping into the clothing of the opposite sex. So this means the gals can be dressing like guys and the men can dress like gals... its all up to you. Any prompt that gets them all dolled up!! Also they don't have to dress in full attire... an obsession with just one item is fine as well. All genres and fandoms are accepted.As always, here are the rules:
-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Here are some examples to get you started:
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, Stiles catches Derek in a compromising position with a female wolf and gets the wrong idea so he dresses up in a dress and wig to surprise him when he comes home.
Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, Who would have thought the hero could have a fetish for lace knickers.
Glee, Brittany/Santana, Santana watches the video for Lady Gaga's song You and I and decides to see if she can make herself look like a boy for Brittany.
Have Fun with this theme and again Happy Writing!!
tag=crossdressing
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Date: 2012-05-24 11:29 am (UTC)Fill 1/?, PG-13
Date: 2012-05-24 03:28 pm (UTC)Plus, Morgan feels kind of stupid. He knows that Reid is totally, totally hot. And he's surprised that someone else is exploring that side of the guy?
Also, it isn't as though he and Spencer started sleeping together and suddenly it was like a switch had just flipped. Turning off all of the feelings of comraderie and buddy-ship that have been really important to Morgan since he and Reid started being friends.
When Morgan reaches into Spencer's underwear drawer, looking for a pair of boxers he left here the last time he slept over (he had his go bag with him, and Spencer said he should just leave his laundry - "I'll throw them in with mine. Next time you might not have a spare change of clothes with you... It'd be convenient," Spencer said, looking flustered but earnest and so fucking adorable) and finds a satiny pink camisole... Morgan feels a little- And a lot shocked. And, distantly - in that part of his mind that handles his "buddy" thoughts of Reid, separate and complementary to the part of his mind that handles his "sexy" thoughts - Morgan thinks he should be proud.
Just a month before, Spencer was telling Morgan how he hadn't been with anyone in ages... And Morgan was telling him that all he needed was to exude a little more confidence. And now not only is Morgan spending regular evenings in Spencer's bed... But Spencer's got himself a (presumably) regular sleepover partner of the hot female persuasion.
(Morgan's sure she's hot. The camisole is really sexy.)
Morgan's advice has, apparently, worked for Spencer only too well.
He can beat himself up about that later. As Spencer walks into the room and sees what
Morgan's looking at, stopping mid-sentence in telling Morgan what corner of the drawer he'd placed Morgan's folded boxers in, Morgan knows what his immediate reaction needs to be. Spencer is blushing a bright, uncomfortable red. His eyes are wide and troubled... He's obviously terrified of what Morgan will do or say.
"Reid..."
"Oh god, Derek! I- It's not-"
"Reid, it's alright. Spencer, really, calm down!" Morgan finds himself chuckling. Spencer looks about that close to passing out. "It's okay! Don't freak out."
Morgan puts the camisole back where he found it and finds the boxers he was looking for before turning to face Spencer again.
Spencer's sitting on the edge of his bed. Staring at Morgan like deer stare at headlights.
"I'm not- Wait... Aren't you freaking out?"
Spencer is the least affected person Morgan has ever met. There's no calculation in his eyes as he watches Morgan's face (probably for micro-expressions to belie his casual body language). No signs that Spencer is just looking for proof that Morgan is jealous or judging him or whatever. Only honest concern, growing relief and a kind of hopefulness that sort of makes Morgan's heart clench.
Now that it's occurred to him, Morgan can't imagine why he hasn't already talked to Spencer about boundaries... about where this relationship is going and how they want to take it there. But he'll be damned if he has the conversation standing naked in his boy's bedroom. Equidistant between a fully clothed Spencer and some girl's lingerie sitting in Spencer's underwear drawer.
"I'm not freaking out. Man, it's cool. We can talk about it later."
"But-"
Morgan catches Spencer's face in both his hands and plants a kiss on his lips, the boxers still dangling from his grip. Spencer flushes, this time, in something other than horror and his eyes wander in a really flattering way that Morgan is embarrassed to realize he needed to see.
"We've got work, kid. Later. Alright?"
"Al- alright."
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Date: 2012-05-24 11:32 am (UTC)Little Fill
Date: 2012-05-24 09:57 pm (UTC)*-*-*
Drunken games of tell-me-your-deepest-secrets are rarely normal for people in Torchwood. Ianto and Tosh, the two quietest of the group were, unusually, the last two left in the bar, and neither had told the truth to the rest of the gang (or at least, not the complete truth; Tosh's had been about Mary, and Ianto's about Lisa)
"So?" Tosh giggled tipsily, "what didn't you tell Captain Jack?"
"You go first," Ianto countered, "and truthfully this time."
"Alright," Tosh nodded, then thought for a moment. "You won't tell?"
"I will keep it to myself, if you'll return the favour. I don't want Owen finding out mine."
"Me neither. Definitely me neither, as I'm in love with Owen. It's not really a dark secret, but it's deep because he barely sees me as a colleague, let alone romantically. I think he has a thing for Gwen," Tosh said mournfully.
Ianto raised his hand as if about to hug Tosh, then thought better of it and squeezed her shoulder. "He's not worth it, Tosh. You could so easily get someone ... proper."
Tosh nodded. "But I don't want someone proper. I like him and all his fucked-up baggage. What about you?"
"I'm not interested in Owen or his baggage. Or did you mean to suggest you and I could...? Because we can't."
"Gay?"
"Bi, actually, but it's more that I'm a committed monogamist in a complicated on-off, confusing friends-with-benefits type of relationship with an omnisexual. I've so much emotional baggage I can't travel Ryanair."
"Oh. No I meant it's your turn for your secret. Or was that your secret?"
"It would be convenient to say it was, but no. My deepest secret is... I like wearing women's underwear," Ianto's voice got quieter and quieter.
Tosh burst out laughing and immediately covered her mouth with her hands, blushing slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ianto," she sadi through small fits of giggles.
Ianto had a look of unsurprised hurt in his eyes; the rest of his face was impassive. "It's alright. Lisa laughed at me, too. Good thing she never knew about Jack or I'd never have heard the end of it."
Tosh could have kicked herself for her amusement; she'd finally got Ianto to open up, and now he'd closed off into the impersonal butler-character again. They called it a night.
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About a week later, Ianto was surprised when a courier came to the Tourist office with a small parcel with his name on it. He couldn't remember ordering anything online, and he knew that official Torchwood post went directly to Jack.
He opened it and was amazed to see some soft women's briefs, one in red, one in violet and one in cream, all close to his size.
Tosh walked in with two coffees. She set one down on the desk in front of him, and smiled.
"Oh, good, it came already. I hope they fit - you can't exchange knickers. And I was afraid to try and guess at bra sizes. Do you like them?"
Ianto glanced up. Tosh was keeping her expression carefully neutral but her fingers were twisting the cord of her coat nervously; she wanted him to like the gift.
"I love them, Tosh," Ianto said sincerely. "If only because you took me seriously."
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Date: 2012-05-24 11:33 am (UTC)also, epic theme is epic
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Date: 2012-05-26 07:20 pm (UTC)‘You good?’
Dean nods, makes an encouraging sound. Fingers trace gentle circles against his bare knee; if he didn’t know better, he’d think the touch was almost hesitant.
The dress rustles softly as it’s pushed up his thigh. He spreads his legs involuntarily wider.
‘Slut.’ The word is affectionate, warm, accompanied by a hoarse chuckle against his ear, betraying nervousness.
He nuzzles in then, reassuring, murmuring nonsense; lifts and arranges himself over bare thighs that shiver under him. He winds his arms around firm shoulders, his fingers sliding into hair that’s soft, dark, beloved.
Dean smiles a little, imagining how ridiculous he must look with the short sleeves of the dress flapping over his thick arms.
‘So beautiful.’ Murmured against his ear as hands—surer of themselves now—stroke his skin as if mapping it, slide his dress up over his waist, baring him. Dean gasps against parted lips, his cherry gloss smearing over them, between them, sweet and slippery, tasting suspiciously like something he’ll never be able to name.
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Date: 2012-05-24 11:34 am (UTC)Fill: Like a Lady (At Least While Someone's Looking) PG-13 1/4
Date: 2012-05-25 05:37 pm (UTC)And the other half not able to decide exactly how he feels because he's trying to figure out what Neal is feeling - what Neal is thinking - as Neal carefully arranges a wig on top of Mike's head. As Neal sponges liquid "foundation" and brushes pressed powder onto Mike's skin. Mike closes his eyes and lets Neal meticulously apply eye shadow to Mike's eyelids. His eyes flutter open as soon as he feels Neal stop, and Mike's breath catches at the intent way Neal is staring at him... The way Mike's caught Neal staring at a piece of art before, at one of his own sculptures. But then Neal smiles; he winks, and he tells Mike, "No peaking. I'm not done yet." So Mike closes his eyes and lets Neal apply eyeliner and mascara to Mike's eyes as well.
Yes, Mike is hard. At first he can tell himself it's just because he and Neal are sitting so near to one another, so still... breathing one another's breath, each other's scent (Mike's is different today; he smells like himself but, on top of that, like the floral soap Neal gave him to use, like the feminine hair products and cosmetics Neal bought for this... project). Mike tells himself it's the way Neal keeps touching his face - so, so softly - as he puts on Mike's make-up... or the gentle way he holds Mike's chin to keep Mike's face still as he applies Mike's blush... Who wouldn't get turned on by having Neal put lipstick on them? Neal's fingers cupping the curve of Mike's jaw... the slide of the lipstick slowly over each curve of Mike's lips... And, seriously, make-up brushes must be, like, sextoys girls just keep really quiet about so they can store them on their vanity tops instead of hiding them away like vibrators. Every time Neal brushes the fine bristles of the rouge brush over Mike's cheekbones, Mike feels the tickle in his toes. And he laughs, and Neal apologizes, sheepish, but it's really not the kind of tickle Neal would feel sorry for if he knew that Mike only giggled to swallow down a moan.
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Date: 2012-05-24 08:08 pm (UTC)Castiel looked up at his brother, as if he wanted to ask something, but then decided against it and simply nodded.
- Hm. That infernal coat of yours will have to go.
Castiel looked down doubtfully at object in question.
- What’s wrong with it?
- It gives you this whole creepy dude in a trench coat feel. Either that or John Constantine, which is cool enough, but works only when you smite the hell out of something.
- Oh.
- We need something fresh. New look. M-mm, you know what, let’s go shopping! It’s going to be awesome, - decided Balthazar. – Just you and me. You will look around, relax, find something you like, I will help you if you will make any mistakes. What do you say, Cassie?
- Dean will like that new look?
- You will knock him out, gorgeous, - promised angel.
Cas seriously nodded.
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half an hour later
Balthazar cleared his throat.
- Guess you did listen to me, - he said carefully.
- It’s blue, - said proudly Castiel, no noticing sarcasm in his brother voice. - Brings out my vessel’s eyes.
- It certainly does that. Can I ask you a question, sweetie?
- Of course.
- Why this?
- You don’t like it? – caught on Castiel, looking disappointed at new clothes he was wearing.
- It’s not that I don’t like it. Actually love the slit and that grey belt - gorgeous. But it’s not about me and you, it’s about you and your righteous jackass.
- Dean won’t like it?
Angel shook his head.
- It’s not that either.
- I do not understand.
- You think I do?! Look, bro, humans are weird little monkeys. Just…. Let’s go with men clothes this time.
Castiel cocked his head to the side. Balthazar sighed.
- Trust me on that one.
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Date: 2012-05-24 11:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-24 11:37 am (UTC)(...sort of fits the theme?)
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Date: 2012-05-24 06:09 pm (UTC)Not a day does by when Cersei Lannister doesn't wish that she had been born a man. Though her womanhood has helped her gain power and endure pain in ways that no man could imagine, she detests being dependent on any man, even Jaime. So it's nights like this, when they're in bed together, that Cersei picks up his discarded undershirt and wears it to sleep. Though it's his armor that she really wants.
On these nights, Cersei dreams of herself out on the battlefield commanding men to fight and bleed and die for her. She cuts down every man, woman, and child that isn't on her side. She revels in the authority that she has over the conquered, living and dead. She rapes and pillages and takes what is not rightfully hers, simply to show that no one is a match for the bloodthirsty Lannister lion that lives within her.
And when she wakes, Cersei reluctantly puts on her gown and plans on how to command the men she despises to make her dreams come true.
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Date: 2012-05-24 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-25 12:20 am (UTC)Long story short, he and Sam were both taking cover on opposite sides of the dressing room of the local drag show. They'd come in full drag to draw the spirit out. It had worked in spades. It seemed to be going pretty well until one of Sam's heels broke and he went down like a moose stepping in a gopher hole. Sure, it had looked funny as hell, but if he was out of commission...
"You okay over there, Sammy? Anything broken?"
"I think my ankle's just strained," the tone of Sam's slightly muffled reply confirmed Dean's suspicions that even if the damage wasn't serious, it was painful.
The ghost was slowly advancing toward them, flinging anything it could get its hands on as it came. Dean didn't really feel like being pelted by various cosmetics, but he needed to check on Sam. He popped up long enough to fire a shot of rock salt into the middle of the room before he made a run for the spot he'd last heard Sam.
Running in heels sucked, but at least the dress allowed for an uninhibited stride, even if it was breezy. Dean gave up on running a little over halfway and dove. He smirked at Sam, from his sliding stop on the floor.
"I know I've said it several times already, but, dude, you make an ugly lady."
Sam just rolled his eyes. "I think I saw what we're looking for on the far end of the room. Remember how that other, uh, queen said our spirit got in a cat fight the day before the murder?"
"Yeah, Stella was very... helpful," Dean acknowledged with another smirk. "Stella" had also seemed very taken with Sam, much to his dismay and his older brother's amusement.
"The wig 'she' was wearing is over there at her makeup station. Her face got scratched, so there might be some blood."
"Okay. I'll go; you cover me." Dean reloaded his shotgun and passed it off to Sam, fishing a lighter out of the top of his dress.
Sam blinked. "I can't believe I just saw you do that..."
"What? I don't have any pockets in this thing!" Dean scrambled to a crouch, also tricky in the heels. "Ready?" Sam nodded. "On three. One... Two... Three!"
It was definitely the most awkward dash of Dean's life, but he managed to set the wig on fire, and the ghost flamed out, too. Burn, baby, burn...
Sam and Dean locked eyes across the room.
"Let's not ever do this again," Dean suggested.
"Agreed."
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Date: 2012-05-24 12:44 pm (UTC)Fill: Doctor Who, Eleven/River, NC-17
Date: 2012-05-29 03:13 am (UTC)River, on the other hand, delighted in wearing his old clothes.
Whenever the TARDIS didn't need them to save the day on some random planet or some point in the Earth's history, River would find whatever clothes the Doctor didn't burn in his ninth incarnation in the TARDIS' wardrobe and wear whatever she could fit around her body.
At first, the Doctor was amused when River would show up near the TARDIS console wearing his third incarnation's capes and his eighth incarnation's jackets. He began to get concerned when River was sliding the scarves of his fourth and seventh incarnations between her legs.
"River, you naughty, naughty girl, what are you doing to my old clothes?" he asked. "Do you know how long it'll take for me to get everything clean again?"
"Oh, sweetie, I was waiting for you." River smiled.
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Date: 2012-05-24 12:47 pm (UTC)Not a fill, but
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Date: 2012-05-24 01:18 pm (UTC)I have no idea where this came from
Date: 2012-05-24 01:25 pm (UTC)Strange Sights, PG Implied!McShep
Date: 2012-05-24 05:32 pm (UTC)As he made his way back to his room he happened to pass a rather strange sight. He didn't know if it was the exhaustion but he ran into Richard Woolsey....in an Athosian dress.
"Uh Dr. McKay," Woolsey said, "shouldn't you be in bed."
Rodney blinked looking up and down. Suddenly he realized....it was all...REAL. He had many freaky images in his head but this...this was disgusting. Making a large squeal he ran to John's room, hoping that lookig at Colonel would get the image out of his mind.
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