Bobby and Rogue are married and want to have a baby, but things don't turn out quite the way they planned.

"So, okay." Ray takes a deep breath, lets it out slow and careful. "You're saying that you two are, what, hermaphrodites?" "Not hermaphrodites," Gerard says. "Just - sometimes we're guys, and sometimes we're girls, you know?"

Daniel. Duo. Two trouble magnets, one very unlucky System Lord... Gundam Wing AU crossover, finally finished!

"So," he says. He hesitates. "It looks like we're going to have some sex." Adam's eyes pop open. "You - don't - have - to – " "Are you fucking kidding me?" Kris doesn't curse, not really, but for Christ's sake- "That better be some token objection. You had better not be serious."

It's hard for Kris to not notice, in the beginning.

Yet another beauty [info]st_xi_kink is responsible for. The prompt is: Kirk turned tricks when he was younger, so when it becomes apparent that some seducing is needed, he volunteers. Spock is uneasy in the beginning and tries to reason with Kirk. And we all know how that goes.

Written for the Star Trek XI Kink Meme prompt found here: "Vulcans' hands are erogenous zones, data PADDs are not ergonomic even a little bit, and Spock is a workaholic. Conclusion: carpal tunnel. Achey, cracking joints, swollen wrists, general misery! Someone massages his hands to make him feel better!"

Even other glittery aliens are attracted to Adam

Kris honestly thought it was a phone booth, okay. But a phone booth wouldn't easily fit three people in it, right? It also wouldn't be bigger on the inside. A phone booth couldn't travel in space and time. This is a story of Kris Allen meeting a mad man with a blue box, going back in time, and realizing that sometimes it just takes a long time to figure out that you have always been in love with somebody.

This is not your typical SGC mission. No, not even for SG-1.

Two indecent exposure citations, one best friend, one amazing sex partner, one unexpected mentor, and a Starfleet-funded study of intercultural sexual norms. Sounds like a normal academic year for Gaila.

Gaila rescues her captain from slavers, but they want a show first. They get more than they bargained for. For Pornbattle IX.

Totally, of course. A sex alien named Gerard dropped out of the sky to watch him jerk off. No way is his brain making this shit up.

"They can see us," Abed says calmly. As if he's just figuring it out.

Your name is Dave Strider and your universe is DEAD. You have to find a safe place for your nubby-horned, alien companion in the DEPTHS OF SPACE. Under normal circumstances, you would be deader than your old universe, but you're no longer a MERE HUMAN, having ascended to god tier. The troll has not, but it helps that you hitch a ride on a FANCY SPACESHIP. All you need to do is find your MISSING FRIENDS and you are golden. >>AU after the scratch. USS Enterprise [UE] began texting turntechGodhead [TG] at ??? UE: Hello. This is Captain James T. Kirk of the starship USS Enterprise. We are on a peaceful mission of exploration. UE: My communications officer picked up an odd signal from this location. Can we offer any assistance? --Now with FANART--

He’d been trying for ages not to go down this route, to ignore his instincts telling him this one, this one is perfect

When people start dying on the ship, Bakugou has to rush to find out what is going on. Along the way, he has to deal with the grief of losing the people he loves, and the fear that he might be next. At least, he has Kirishima by his side...

“Can't kriffing believe he sent a Naboo to kriffing Tatooine,” Owen says, too loud, but—they're in the middle of the wilderness. There's no one who’s going to hear him except the Force, and if it does hear him, he hopes it turns around and beats some light-bedamned sense into Obi-Wan Kenobi’s skull. In his lap, fully entranced by the corner of the blanket Owen has him bundled in, Luke coos, beams, and flips his tail. The fancy, flowing, colorful fins slap Owen’s thigh, and he sighs, tugs the bottom of the wrap down to hide as much as he can.

The Jedi do the utmost to support the clone troopers who fight alongside them. Even the ones who like to cause problems on purpose. (In which Sergeant No of the 91st Mobile Reconnaissance Corps has a funky alien gender and tests Commander Neyo's patience.)