Written for [info]dangomango for [info]help_pakistan. She requested something set in the same 'verse as Easy Access (which was written in response to a [info]blindfold_spn prompt a couple of rounds ago), with Dean getting off on watching Sam with a FC, but treating Sam as a girl rather than a guy. She most particularly requested Sam/FC scissoring and possessive!Dean with a side of reluctant!Sam. She had a lot of ideas, and I tried to do a good deal of them, but still keep it all true to the real spirit of Easy Access, which is basically impreg kink. This is really a little different than Easy Access -- so rather than a sequel, it is kind of a crazy mutated AU/"could-happen" cousin.

How to build a database to get the right person or people for every kinky contingency. One such task is suggested; readers are encouraged to submit more.

In which John has a lingerie fetish. Written for the kink meme.

It starts out ironically, of course, but by the time Dave's wearing a corset and a swanky evening dress and Terezi's in a three-piece suit, Jade wants nothing more than to get them both into bed as soon as possible.

Tobirama doesn’t give a damn about gender roles and gender-assigned clothing. Madara really, really doesn’t mind. (Or, Tobirama in thigh-highs and heels. Madara's a fan.)

"Fifty for an hour," Steve tells her. "Sixty for my mouth." Steve sells the only thing he’s got left and Natasha's buying. She’s not the only one.

Short fics originally posted to my Tumblr, edited and collected here.

It'd be easier to stop, Xiao Zhan thinks, if it wasn't such great sex.

Neither Jon nor Robb will ever be what they want to, but Robb will let Jon treat him as such, anyway.

Every step Sanji took, he wanted to die. Every step he took, gods, he felt alive. It was strange, odd, uncomfortable, glorious, his mate's arm around his shoulders, all burly muscle, tucking Sanji under impressive biceps and up against just-as-impressive obliques. You'd think Zoro was an alpha to look at him on a normal day. Broad, head high as always - could he have walked any other way if he tried? - dripping confidence, exuding well-earned ego. And his lover, Sanji, so much narrower, several inches shorter with their carefully chosen shoes, head a little ducked as he smoked through a slim little black filter. "I think I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack." "Good thing I'm here to give you mouth to mouth, cutie."