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.

Smutty, kinky, threesome slash.

Tony finds the heels in the back of his closet, hidden away in a white, pristine box. And then he gets ideas.

There’s a plan already forming in the back of Tony’s mind and he knows it’s teasing, but it’s not an opportunity he can willingly pass up. Sequel to Fuck Me Heels. Enjoy guys!

It isn't that Tony doesn't like Bruce. He just happens to also have a few fantasies about the other guy.

"Were you worried?" Tony says. "That's sweet. That is always so adorable when the big guy worries about me."

Ronon watches over Bruce and Logan because Sheppard asks him to do so. Bruce and Tony like having Ronon around. Smut ensues, lots of slashy smut.

It's not all bad when Jim and Leonard awake in a strange room containing a large pool of water - until the tentacles start appearing.

Dave has a thing for large breasts. Jade discovers she does too.

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

CG: I'VE SPENT ALL AFTERMIDNIGHT PACING UP AND DOWN MY NEW BLOCK IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR. THE ONLY REASON I HAVEN'T YET PACED MY WAY TROUGH THE WHOLE SHIP IS THAT IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE FUCKING ERIDAN. CG: WHADDYA THINK OF A CAPE? DOUCHEY, RIGHT? CT: D--> I would most strenuously advise against it. It would only obstruct the sharp lines guiding the eye to the waist of your exquisitely tailored jacket. CG: YEAH, I LIKE HOW THE JACKET CUTS SHORT RIGHT OVER THE TIGHTEST WHITE PANTS KNOWN TO TROLLKIND TOO. BE A SHAME TO HIDE THAT. CT: D--> That wasn't CT: D--> I mean CT: D--> I was merely admiring the craftsmanship. CG: YEAH, THAT KIND OF SKILL IS WORTH BEING ADMIRED. I SWEAR TO FUCK THERE'S AN ASS-LIFTING TRICK SEWN RIGHT IN. BUTT-WONDERBRA. MY TUSH IS ALREADY PRETTY GOOD USUALLY BUT DEAR LORD, *I'D* DO ME.

eridan is so tolerable when he can't talk

"Yes, Kaner," Sharpy's saying as Jonny sits down next to them with a beer. "It would indeed be gay to measure your teammates' dicks to find out whose is biggest."

Does this even warrant a description? It's exactly what it says in the tags.

There's no harm in going for a drive to keep each other company while missing Sam, right?

Homo sapiens domesticus Humans (Homo sapiens domesticus) are short-lived primates of the family Hominidae, and the only existant species of the genus Homo. They originated in Africa, and spread to other continents of planet Earth within a megavorn. While fractious and warlike in their wild state, they are easily trained to a useful function.

Abed's hand tingles slightly, like he can still feel the pressure of the pen tip on his skin.

The Inspector is famously thought of as asexual; the Anti-Inspector is . . . not. Abed likes to play both roles.

Jason tilts his head and stares at the innocuous post it notes on his fridge.

Tim really, really likes it when Jason comes inside him.

kchanlp: NaruSasu + Itachi. Maybe hipster? In which big brother has to teach Sasuke how he should first and foremost close the goddamn door when his goddamn boyfriend is in his room doing goddamn... things.

It’s not that Nitori’s into rough play – (Except that he really, really is) – but he’s found a fascination with Rin’s smile.

In which Derek finds Stiles in a compromising position.

"Oh god," Pepper says. "Are you kidding me?"

Eric’s never had a postgame breakdown of sex before, but he’s not particularly surprised when, before they’ve even caught their breath, Jack says, “Tell me how I can do better.”

Iron Bull is almost certainly playing games with him. Dorian is particularly sure of this when he's been drinking.

Dorian rolls onto his side to face him, squinting in the mid-morning light. "You wanted to talk, last night. So talk." "Mm, not like this." Bull cracks his neck, stretches his free arm above his head. Dorian doesn't even pretend he's not watching the muscles shift in Bull's shoulder. "You don't talk about sex in bed."

In which Dorian messes up a spell, Kinloch Hold was home to some kinky bastards, and Cullen is a little bit of a bad man (but they both love it).

“Is that lightning?” Cullen chokes out breathlessly.

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.)

Your first mistake is when you spot the shirt with 'daddy' written on it in sparkling pink letters... and somehow fail to leave. You're thinking about it, you're definitely thinking about it, it would be so easy to just toss a twenty on the table and make a run for it-- But then he spots you and waves. Trapped. He tucks his hands into his pockets, ah yes, accidentally pulling his leather jacket wider open, just in case you managed to miss his shirt before. As he weaves his way through the tables, he gives you a nod that seems far too studied to actually be casual, and looks you up and down in a way that makes you grimace.

It was just Rodney's luck that the guy with the strongest expression of the ATA gene on Earth was some lanky alpha who couldn't follow an order as basic as "don't touch anything."

If Zoro had the conscience to do anything but pant hotly and swallow moans, he might have laughed at the smear of cream on the cook’s nose.

"So, honeybee. I think I found a third for that idea you had. Well, third and fourth.” “Which idea? FUCK YOU YOU LITTLE—“ Some turd tried to sneak up and shank him from behind. Mituna nuked him into orbit, then turned his attention to Latula. “The helmsman idea.” He froze. That idea. Oh fuck. Ohhhh, FUCK. He thought she’d maybe forgotten that one.

It's Sid's job as captain to match up the subs on his team with suitable Doms. It doesn't take long to figure out that the only Dom he would trust Jamie Benn's particular needs to is himself.

"I ain't opposed to getting my wetware wet," she says. You think you could almost make out the words just from the movements of her lips against your ear, and that gets all down your spine even as part of you writhes in annoyance at a seadweller without any modifications beyond the cosmetic using the word wetware. Fuck it, it's still hot.

What is it about Spidey that gets me so worked up? The sassy banter? The lithe physique? The skin-tight spandex? The bondage? [Bingo.] {It’s totally the bondage.}

"I used to lie under my bed and wonder what it was like to be dead," Erin says, lying in the back of the hearse. Even with the rails taken out, it isn't very comfortable. The clattering stops. Holtzmann leans back, still halfway out the window with one socked foot hooked under the steering wheel, to look at her. "How did you die?"

“Give me a minute. Or five." Keith had totally planned it from the beginning, and Shiro didn't mind. Not at all.

“Do you have any kinks?” Viktor looked down at Phichit, surprised. “Excuse me?” “Fetishes. Turn-ons. Things that make you go, ‘Oooh! Wow! Yeah!’” “I know what a kink is. Why are you asking me that kind of question?” “Don’t look so scandalized. It’s for my psychology project. Which I just told you about, but you were too busy drooling over Yuuri to listen,” Phichit said. (post episode 7 - In which Viktor is enlightened, Phichit is a little shit, and Yuuri frantically searches for ways to keep surprising Viktor)

Why can't any food grown in the Grand Line ever be normal? Written for Black Bar Book's birthday to indulge all of her kinks.

Nami has an extremely uncomfortable reaction to an island's pollen, and Zoro offers to help.

"Oh," Allura says sheepishly. "Oh no, that was just me." Shiro's eyes widen. "It...wasn't the shapeshifting?" "No," Allura says. "Just my normal level of strength." "Oh," Shiro says blankly. "Oh. Okay."

This is what you want, and he gives it to you.

In the suppression of one sense, the others sometimes become sharper.

In his defense, he hadn't expected the Tenth to ask for individual reports.

Some people get mean when they drink. Some people get quiet, or loud, or weepy. Sid gets… well.

Rule number one: Never take your eyes off the Mist. The Tenth is the only reason it works, and that's because Tsuna doesn't know how to give up on anything. Or anyone. And when it's the Tenth asking, somehow everyone just seems to end up going along with it one way or another in the end.

In which Lance is easily distracted, and Keith is quick to exploit that. So the thing Lance has learned about Keith is that he has a long, long memory. It's selective as hell, but if Keith cares enough about something to notice it in the first place, he'll never forget it. And because it's Keith, he'll usually remember whatever it is at the worst possible time.

Tsuna and Xanxus get married. Tsuna and Xanxus get even.