Characters/Pairing: Jack, Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Beta: The amazing Avon_09 helped me with this
Summary: PWP
A/N: My first piece o' smutt. Please be kind.
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'Jack can't do anything half way can he?' Ianto thought, unable to control a moan. 'Jack is a lecherous bastard'
Jack looked up from a between Ianto's legs and gave him a smirking grin.
"Having fun there, Yan?"
Ianto just moaned again and started to squirm. "If I could - Oh fuck- Uhhhh..... If I could hit you I would!"
Jack laughed around the bit of Ianto that he was currently sucking on. He pulled back with a loud pop. "I'm sure you would, but you seem to be a bit tied up."
Jack kissed and bit his way up Ianto's body with another grin.
Ianto gave him a slightly pained glare. "Fuck Jack, you keep Oh! Mmmm. Talking like that and AH! I'm going to leave you."
Jack raised and eyebrow at him, "Oh really? I could leave now if you'd like."
"SHIT! Don't you dare Jack! If you leave I'll kill you!"
Jack laughed and worked his way back down Ianto's body, teasing the sensative skin as he did so.
As Jack went lower, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses against his heated skin that left him squirming, Ianto forgot how to make coherent sentences.
The world always seemed smaller to Ianto when Jack had him in his mouth. Ianto easily lost himself in the exotic feelings and smells of Jack.
So it took Ianto a moment to realize that Jack had stopped using that wonderful tongue of his on him.
"Wha? Jack?"
"Hmm oh you've come back have you?"
"I haven't come at all yet," Ianto griped, "because you stopped.
Jack gave him a cocky grin. "I did didn't I."
Jack started to get up and walk away.
"WHA! JACK! Where are you going?"
"Hmm? You wanted to leave me so I'm going."
"Damnit Jack you're not going anywhere till I come."
Ianto gave Jack a death glare.
Jack responded with a very Jack grin, "Yes?"
"Get over here and suck me damnit!"
"Oh! Getting a bit cocky aren't you?"
Ianto groaned,"Thats it, I lied, I'm leaving you. All I want is to get sucked and I get bad puns instead."
"You love it though"
Ianto didn't have a chance to respond as Jack swooped down and happily sucked at Ianto.
Ianto groaned and thrust up into Jack's mouth. Fucking hell! He really can't do it half way!
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A/N: *blush* umm yea my first one. Hope it's not too bad.
- Mood:
anxious
I'm thinking about ATEMPTING to write a smutty bit of goodness and was wondering if anyone had any tips. It would be my first smutty writing, soo *blush* wanna help?
- Mood:
tired
Characters/Pairing: Jack, Ianto
Rating: No rating.
Spoilers: None
Beta: Beta? Nonsense! None XD
Summary: No summary, it's too short.
A/N: Fluffy, fluffy, drabble-y goodness.
"Up"
"down"
"up"
"down"
"up"
"down"
"up"
"down"
"Ianto."
"Jack."
"I swear to god."
"You don't believe in god."
"Damnit! You know what I mean."
"I do?"
"Ianto!"
"Again, Jack."
"Ianto I swear toast falls butter side up!"
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A/N: Yes I did actually write this. It came from a friend wanting to name her band butter side down but that was taken so we told her butter side upside down....Umm soo yea. I made it fluffy-ness XD
- Mood:
sick
Pairing: almost non-existent Janto, Team's there
Rating: 13-esk Character death
Spoilers: None
Beta: Unbeta'd please forgive mistakes
Summary: "this wasn't how he wanted it to end."
A/N: Horribly angsty. I'm upset with myself for writing this.
Oh god, he was bleeding.
He hurt,he hurt so much.
He hurt everywhere.
This wasn't how he wanted it to end.
Laying in the middle of the street in Cardiff. Hit by some random driver who wasn't paying attention and couldn't be arsed to stay and see if he was alright. He laughed weakly and the paramedics told him he should stay quiet. Some where in the back of his mind he heard Owen bitching at him that he had to stay alive because if he didn't Jack would kill him. Next he heard Tosh's voice screaming obscenities at the driver, threating to kill him. Then Gwen's voice sobbing softly above him, telling him to stay strong. He didn't even want to think what Jack's voice would say. He gave another bloody giggle, the paramedics shot each other worried glances, Jack. Jack would laugh and tell him he was stupid to get run over. No, a little voice said, Jack would be everywhere at once screaming with Tosh, bitching with Owen, crying with Gwen, sobbing on his own. He gave a sigh and absently wondered why everything was slowly fading out and why the paramedics had started to panic. Slowly though he stopped caring, because he Ianto Jones was dead.
The world didn't stop turning because he was gone but for three people their world had suddenly gotten smaller, and lonelier.
For a forth his world ended with a bang, only for him to come right back into it without someone by his side.
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A/N: Ummm Oh god? I can't believe I wrote that, I wanted it to be angsty but not that angsty...Damn. Umm.. wow..not much to be said really. Just in case my writing style is horrible and you didn't get it the fourth person was Jack. So tiny lil bit of Janto in there...ya.
- Mood:
annoyed
I've got a poll for you guys! I need some help with my 'Domesticating the Family' series. I made a lil poll and it would really help me out if you could vote in it.
Everyone who votes gets cookies!! ;)
Poll #1193106 It's Story time!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 55
How many children should Jack/Ianto have?
Just the one
13 (23.6%)
Two-three 35 (63.6%)
Umm I dunno loads? 5 (9.1%)
None! Thats gross!! 2 (3.6%)
Should said children have Welsh or American names?
Welsh 21 (38.9%)
American 1 (1.9%)
Mix the names 30 (55.6%)
Give them some crazy names 2 (3.7%)
Any idea's for some more drabbles? ((You can leave longer ones in comments))
Should I bother to continue with this series?
YES! I LOVE IT!! 43 (81.1%)
Pfft no way babe you just don't have it 0 (0.0%)
sure if you really wanna 10 (18.9%)
Your fired! 0 (0.0%)
Thanks so much guys!!!
~Nasakii
- Mood: tired
Pairing: Janto
Rating: Teen-y
Spoilers: None at all
Beta: LadyTimeLord
Summary: It's Saturday and Jack's bored.
A/N: Oh man guys! Since I got such positive feed back and requests for more, I'm going to continue this snap shot series. Reviews are love and will be kept in a cookie jar to be drooled over. ^_^
It was Saturday.
He had the day off.
He had nothing to do.
He was bored.
Jack looked around again. Ianto was sitting at the table in the kitchen working on something. Jack
grinned. His case of boredom had just been solved.
"Iannnnnto! I'm bored." Jack whined. Ianto didn't look up, Jack frowned. "Iaaaaaannnnto!" Jack tried again.
"Hmmm? Wha' Jack?"
"I'm bored. We should go do something."
"Like what Jack?"
Jack grinned and started to slid his hand over Ianto's shoulder and down his front.
"Jack don't. I'm trying to work." Jack's hand kept sliding lower.
"Do you really Yan? We've our first day off in the longest time and you wanna work?" The hand kept going.
"Yes, Jack because if I don't do this now it'll never get done"
Jack's hand rested on Ianto's upper thigh, and his face fell into a pout.
"Yaaaannnnn."
"Jaaaaaaacccck"
Jack kept pouting.
"No. Jack I've work to do. Go play on the computer or something."
Jack continued to pout and idlely wondered if his face would get stuck. "You get mad when I play with the computer."
"Not WITH Jack ON! Play games!"
Jack grinned and started to rub Ianto's thigh. "I wanna play games with you!"
Ianto made a face and looked from Jack's hand to the paper work on his table.
Jack's hand.
Work.
Jack.
Work.
Jack naked in his bed.
Work.
With him.
"It can wait an hour."
"Or two. We've got all day Yan, and I'm insanely bored."
Jack grabbed Ianto's hand and led him to their bedroom. It was a good thing that Jack got bored easy.
- Mood: tired
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Umm T plus...sorta.
Warnings: None unless you've never seen Torchwood. AU.
Summary: A snapshot of Jack and Ianto's life.
A/N: This came outta no where and hit me on the head with a shovel.
Beta: LadyTimeLord ((Who is amazing))
"Daddy! DAD-DY! WAKE UP!" Ianto groaned and rolled on his side.
"I'm not awake. Ask your Papa."
The small boy nodded vigorously and climbed over the bed and both men in it. "Papa, Papa. Wake up Papa!"
Jack groaned and buried his face in the pillow. "Yan, your son is up"
"He's your son before nine."
Jack groaned again. He flipped over so he could look at his son Gareth. "Yes Gareth? What do you want?"
The mini Ianto looked at Jack with his big blue eyes and said in a loud stage whisper. "It's Daddy's birthday!"
Jack laughed gentlely and scooped him up from between himself and Ianto. Then set him on his chest.
"Is it really?" Gareth nodded again, happily. "And what do you think we should do?"
"Nothing! Don't do anything!" Ianto's voice was slightly muffed by his pillow.
"Shhh! Daddy your asleep! You can't hear me!"
Ianto turned to look at him. "No, I'm awake so I can hear you now."
"But Daddy! It's your birthday! We hafta have a party!" Gareth pouted.
Ianto glared at the small boy, but his glare softened after a moment.
It was hard to glare at a small boy in his P.J.'s sitting on his father's chest and his hair standing on end. Ianto groaned, he knew he was beat.
"Can we Daddy? Can we?" Jack jokingly mocked.
"Gareth, hun, go get ready ok?" Gareth didn't move, waiting for Ianto to agree. "Fine. We can have a party now go get ready"
"YAY!" Gareth cheered and hugged Ianto tightly. Then lept off the bed cheering. Ianto groaned.
"I hate you Jack."
"Love you too Babe." Jack gave Ianto a quick kiss.
"Come on if we don't get up now Gareth will try to dress himself again."
Ianto both laughed and groaned remembering the last time their five year old had tried to dress himself. "I don't wanna get up. You get him ready"
Jack started to gentlely nuzzle Ianto's cheek with his nose. Ianto tried to squirm away from Jack but Jack slid his arms around Ianto holding him in place. Jack continued to lightly mess with his Welsh lover. Ianto gave a small squeek when one of Jack's hands slid lower than it should have for holding him in place.
"Jaaaaaack, Don't! Not now!"
Jack grinned against Ianto's cheek, ignoring Ianto's breathy plee's. Ianto continued to squirm ad wiggle about, not really helping his current situation.
"Jaaaaaack!"
Jack kept his hand moving slightly over Ianto. Fortunately (or unfortunately) a loud crash came from where their son's room was. Jack laughed and let go of Ianto to find out what had happened and more than likely save Gareth from himself. Ianto groaned at Jack.
"Bastard"
"Careful Yan, there are little ears about."
"I think the little ears have heard worse." Ianto moaned and squirmed cursing Jack as he got up to shower. Jack walked out of the room laughing. Grinning while knowing Ianto would get him back later.
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Nother A/N: My first try at anything smex related, so yea *sheepish*. Comments are love ^_^
- Location:Lala Land
- Mood:
accomplished
Fandom:Torchwood
Pairing/Warning/spoilers: None
Author:Nasakii
Authors notes: Not beta'd, something that came out of no where. Yea, enjoy ^_^
Ianto never wins. it's a fact. Something he learned long ago.
He lost to the cybermen.
He lost to the real Captain Jack.
He lost to Gwen.
He lost to himself.
The cybermen took his job and his love away from him. They almost took his team, but Ianto didn't win that fight. The team did. They killed Lisa, Lisa the cyber woman.
The real Jack was everything his Jack wanted. The real Jack got a kiss and love that lives on throughout time. One might think Ianto won that fight because he got Jack.
But no one has Jack.
Gwen reminds Jack of a sweeter time, she reminds him that not everything has a horrible ending. Ianto almost won win Gwen married Rhys, but then she danced with Jack. The pair lost in their own little world. Ianto also lost because Gwen has more of Jack then he'll ever have.
Ianto fell in love with Jack. The one thing he promised that he'd never do.
So Ianto lost.
Just like he always does.
My mom has been on my case all day *glares at the parental unit known as the Mother* RAWR!!!!! Pfft anyways I need to post the next chapter of On our Own. I really happy though because it's posted on Fanfic . net too and it's got ton's of favorites (((YAY))) Yea...
Later Ya'll
Nasakii
- Location:in front of la laptop
- Mood:
aggravated
Pairing: Jack/Ianto (kinda)
Rating/Warning: Teen, some scenes ain't so sweet. WARNING! spoilers for all of season 1
Summary: The man no longer looked like the cannablistic butcher, but like Jack. An angsty Janto. Might have a happy ending. No clue.
Author's Notes: Chapter 2! Woot! This Chapter hasn't been Beta'd >.< Would some one be willing to beta for me?
'Nother Note: I've written my first kiss sence in this chapter. Note something I've done before so .....ya. Have fun reading!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way shape or form own Torchwood. It belongs to the BBC and RTD.
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The air in the hub had never been so thick.
Jack had cut down on his flirting with his staff. He tried to do all of his work. He cleaned up his messes (as best as he could). Jack was trying his best to get back into Ianto's good book.
Ianto in the other hand had cut down on everything around Jack.. He had fallen back into his shadow mode. He only appeared when needed. Only spoke when he had to. He kept the same work hours. Coming in long before everyone else and leaving long after they were gone.
Gwen leaned against the glass of Jack's office. Watching Ianto as he picked up the pizza boxes from the night before.
"Gwen staring won't help."
"He was so worried"
Jack looked up from the report he was working on.
"Wha?"
"He was so worried" Gwen repeated "he thought you had been kidnapped. We all did. He sprung into action. Checking the CCTV looking for anything to say where you had gone. He was the last to give up the hope that you were coming back."
Gwen paused. Jack waited for her to continue. Ianto had moved on to picking up the dirty mugs.
"Gwen?"
"He was also the first to figure out that you went willingly."
Jack didn't say anything, he just paused in his writting. Gwen sighed and walked to the door. She stopped in the doorway, resting her hand on the frame.
"There's a lot more to Ianto Jones than just being the Teaboy or a quick fuck Jack."
She walked out then leaving Jack alone. Jack gave a sigh his face falling into a heart-wrenching look.
"I know, Trust me, I know."
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Ianto had managed to slip away while Jack and Gwen were talking.
"Where'd he go?"
"Who knows Tosh. Bet he's hidding away in the Teacave, where ever the hell it is."
"Don't be a ass Owen."
Owen turned to look at Gwen.
"Now your sticking up for him?"
"What? No! I'm just saying you shouldn't be mean to him like that."
"That's sticking up sweetheart."
Tosh shook her head interrupting before an arrgument could start.
"Owen, Gwen's right. Ianto's dealing with enough as it is. You don't need to be mean."
"Thank you Tosh."
Said woman jumped.
"Ianto! You scarred me!"
"Sorry"
He gave Tosh and Gwen their coffee off the tray he was carrying. He skipped Owen.
"Oi! What about me?"
"I ran out. I need to go to the Teacave and get more."
Ianto walked out with a slight smile on his face. While Owen sat in his chair looking like a kicked puppy. The girls laughed into their coffee.
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"JACK"
Ianto awoke with a scream. It had been that nightmare again but it had gotten even worse. The man would now cut other parts of his body first before cuting his neck. The man no longer looked like that cannablistic butcher.
Now he looked like Jack.
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"Yes I understand."
"No sir, we need the files by friday at the latest."
"Yes I knw you have policies to follow but those files are important to a case."
"Sir, if we could don't you think we would have?"
"No I wasn't. Sorry"
"Yes"
"Yes"
"No"
"I'll be the only one to look at them I swear"
"Yes"
"I'll come at about three. Is that alright?"
"Thank you"
Ianto hung up the phone and sighed rubbing his temple. He quitely mummered 'idiot' under his breath.
"Not really. I mean I know I do stupid stuff yeah but I'm not an idiot."
Ianto jumped and looked up. When he saw that it was just Jack he stiffened.
"Can I help you Sir?" The icy tone wa back.
"Just coming up to see how your doing. It gets boing down there sometimes."
"Sorry about that. I'm fine sir."
Smallest answers possible. Ianto wasn't going to give him any real anwsers.
"Who were you talking to?"
"Government Official"
Jack gave a small shiver at that.
"God! Loving those vowels there Yan."
Ianto didn't say anything. He just went back to work, writting something down.
"What are you doing?"
"Writting down the address"
"I see, you want me to go with you?"
"No, I'm fine"
Jack sighed, Ianto wasn't going to make this easy was he? At least Ianto was talking to him. Ianto was still writing away. Jack grabbed the pen from Ianto's hand. Ianto looked up startled.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
Jack put the pen down and gently grabbed Ianto's face and kissed him softly on the lips. Ianto stood shocked for a moment. he started to press back. The alarms in his
head went off when Jack's tongue brushed Ianto's lips. Ianto pulled back and smacked Jack as hard as he could. Jack staggered for a moment raising his hand to his cheek then looked at Ianto. He gave an almost mocking laugh.
"I really don't enjoy being smacked just for kissing someone, but if thats what I have to do to kiss you. Then I will."
- Mood:
blah
Author: Nasakiiofsand
Title: On Our Own
Characters: Team
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: all of season 1
Warnings: A few frighting bits. But nothing too scary
A/N: This is me trying out my torchwood voice. Any comments will be loved and placed in a cookie jar for safe keeping.
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“JACK!”
Ianto awoke with a start, panting as he looked to his side. Only to see an empty bed. It had been empty for almost a year. Ianto sighed and tried to get his breathing back under control. He pulled himself out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to start his daily routine.
‘Heh what? Do you think he’s coming for you? Do you think he really cares about you?’ The man gave a rather harsh laugh. ‘He doesn’t give a damn about any of you. That’s why he left, that’s why he gave you to me. He could care less if you lived or died.’ The man grabbed Ianto’s hair forcing his head up, and pulled out a large butchers knife. He lightly dragged it across Ianto’s neck, not hard enough to draw blood or cut the skin, just enough for Ianto to feel it. ‘He doesn’t care’ the man taunted ‘you were just a toy to help pass the time. Just one in a long line of playthings.’ The man then drew the knife across Ianto’s neck...
He always awoke from that hellish dream crying out for Jack. It had been bad right after their countryside trip, but after Jack left it had become much more frightening. Ianto walk out of the bathroom drying his face and hair. He gave another sigh as he pulled on his black dress pants. He grabbed a pale blue button down shirt, his black vest and jacket. He looked through his ties before going with the black one to keep with the theme. He glanced at the clock, 5:15. He walked the kitchen putting the water on and grabbed his blue tooth device. He played with it for a moment before setting it back down on the counter.
The water whistled saying it was ready. Ianto quickly made a cup of coffee. "King Ianto’s coffee club" he murmured under his breath. He sat and sipped his coffee, periodically glancing at the clock. At 5:30 he grabbed his car keys, blue tooth, and his gun. He turned off the lights, locked the door and walked to his car.
As he drove to work his thoughts traveled back to his dream, his nightmare. Back to his empty bed, back to Jack. He'd come back about 6 months ago; at first the team was furious with him but gradually caved in and forgave him. Tosh was the first to give in, the others followed shortly. Ianto had yet to, he refused to forgive the man who had hurt him so deeply, who had just left him behind like he was nothing.
That was part of the reason Ianto’s bed was so empty. He and Jack had, had something. Not a real love, but a need for another’s body, something to call their own. All of the gentle touches, the playful flirting, the innuendo comments, the dashing smiles, the racing hearts, the quick rough fucks. None of it was love, it was lust. It was always about lust with Jack; never love.
In the beginning Ianto was naïve enough to think maybe it was. He had fallen both hard and fast for Jack. It left Ianto wanting more and more. Then Jack died, and stayed dead for several days scaring everyone. He came back just fine, giving Ianto a kiss in front of everyone. But then he was gone, leaving the team to think he had been kidnapped. After the fourth month that hopeful thought had died. It became clears that Jack had left willingly.
Ianto was pulled from his thoughts as he pulled into the Torchwood parking lot. He looked up towards the ceiling. ‘Another day,’ he thought 'another hell'. He headed inside sighing at the thought of dealing with the glares of the team. The questioning glances wondering why he hasn’t made up with Jack. They didn’t understand that he wouldn’t make up him, that he couldn’t bear the thought of having Jack, only to lose him again. Thinking of the devil.
“Ianto glad to see you!” Jack flashed a very Jack-ish grin. Ianto looked at him and schooled his face into a blank expression.
“Morning Sir.” He replied stiffly. Jack stiffened a little. Still not used to this coldness from Ianto. He faltered for a moment before flashing his grin again.
“You're in early.”
“No more than usual,” a small pause, “Sir”
“You really should sleep Ianto, your already cute as hell just imagine if you got a full 8 hours,”
Jack flashed another Jack-ish grin.
“Careful Sir, that’s harassment,” A familiar line delivered with none of its teasing humor. Just a fact being stated. Jack’s grin fell to the floor.
“Right.” Ianto gave him a small nod and started to walk down the steps toward the main work area.
“Ianto?” He turned back to Jack.
“Yes Sir?”
“Why?” Ianto gave a small snort coupled with a slight glare before turning and walking down the stairs.
- Location:Lala Land
- Mood: anxious
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