fangrrl_squees: (fandom taught me at least 1 thing)
Alright, so lemme explain.

The story, below, was what I originally had in mind for Inversion (aka "The Switchy!Ianto story") but I decided that I didn't want to bring Owen into the dynamic. Not yet, at least. *ahem* And I thought the tone was a wee bit light, compared to the rest of the series.

But why should I let a perfectly fine bit of filth languish on my hard drive? So, if you like, treat this as an AU for Inversion - as it does make some passing references to that continuity. Or just enjoy it as is, whatever. ;)

Title: Turnabout
Pairing: Ianto/Owen (yes, really) and Ianto/Jack (implied)
Rating: NC-17, but it's not terribly explicit, but there is definitely some naughtiness going on.
Summary: Jack finds more than he expected when he goes looking for some long-lost reports.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns these characters. I'll put them back when I'm done playing with them, honest.

Warning: Unbeta'd.

Jack wondered if all of the storage areas scattered throughout the Hub were being used for one sort of illicit encounter or another )

Author's Afterword

For what it's worth, this was going to be followed up with Ianto, indeed, taking it out on Jack, although not too unpleasantly, because I've got dark!Ianto bound and gagged in the closet, ironically enough, so no non-con for him, the naughty lad.

Srsly, my outlines after this story were heading off into a direction that I'm not quite ready for - it would be too soon and quite probably a little too implausible, even within the giddy realms of cheerful slashfic - so I yanked the whole thing and started over with Inversion.

As ever, feedback is luv.
fangrrl_squees: (tw - finally!!)
This one's actually been written for a long while, and awaiting the right time to be throw into continuity. I've decided that, with one thing and another, this is the time, despite my earlier reservations. My reasons for putting this story at this point in the continuity will become apparent when I've finished the immediate followup (working title: Mis-direction) but you'll just have to wait until then. Unbeta'd and for that, I do apologize.

Title: Inversion
Length: 1,600 words
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Kink-factor: minor (mild bondage, cross-dressing (implied))
Description: Jack discovers that sometimes the biggest surprises occur between nine and five. Part 4 in my apparently unending (and still unnamed) toppy!Ianto series.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, otherwise we'd have a lot more of this sort of thing on Sunday nights, and less of most everything else... ;)

Prologue: Shouting Match
Part 1: Negotiation
Part 2: Incognito
Part 3: Exposure

There's a time and a place for everything... )
fangrrl_squees: (tw - finally!!)
Title: Exposure
Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Rating: NC-17/Adult Slash, d/s, crossdressing. All that good stuff. Not terribly hardcore, but it is explicit.
Summary: After a rather uncomfortable day at the office, Jack looks forward to some relief - but is that what he's going to get?

Part 3 of ??? in my in-need-of-a-name Toppy!Ianto series. Prologue: Shouting Match. Part 1: Negotiation. Part 2: Incognito.

Mea culpa: I really didn't know that I had The Toppy Teaboy From Mossad Torchwood living in my head. It's as big a surprise to me as anyone. Fun, tho'.
Disclaimer: Characters and setting are property of Auntie Beeb and used without permission. It's all homage. Please don't sue.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] gothmafia and [livejournal.com profile] cyberamanda for the beta. You guys rawk.

Behind the cut tag )
fangrrl_squees: (tw - oh yeah I'm a twat...)
It's Shameless Story Sunday!

To keep it brief: I wrote some Torchwood/Original Character crossover fic a few days back, and posted it on my regular journal. The OCs are from an rpg/running joke called Code Black - globe-trotting espionage meets comedy of errors. To paraphrase Jason Fox, Code Black's successes are rarely as spectacular as their failures. The urge to cross 'em over was just too much - I think it's because both outfits seem to succeed despite themselves... (Torchwood team: I love you, but damn, you're dumb sometimes). Then, irresistibly, I wrote a sequel.

Since they're Torchwood-ish pieces I'm going to repost the first piece here and the second bit is being aired for the first time online. The first is a bit of comedy, the second is an Owen/OC PWP which, frankly, I had to do to keep my membership current in Mary Sue Anonymous. You have been warned! But if Owen PWP is your thing, the second part might be worth reading, as I think the Mary-Sue-ness is tolerable, and the first piece is an immediate prologue, so you might appreciate the context. Besides, it's short. :)

Part The First: Tough Crowd
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: Technically, None.
Length: 1200 words.
Summary: What happens when two secretive, slightly paranoid organizations meet for a 'friendly chat'?

Tough Crowd )

***

Part The Second: Driven to Distraction
Rating: 18 (PWP. Car!porn, of a sort. Wee bit of fetish.)
Pairing: Owen/Original character
Length: 2100 words
Summary: Andrea Smith offers an apology to Owen Harper for certain things said - or rather done - during the first meeting between Code Black and Torchwood.

Thanks to my evil twin, [livejournal.com profile] moviegrrl, for the beta - and for dragging me down with her with the whole illogically-mad-for-Owen thing in the first place. :)

Apology )
fangrrl_squees: (tw - in my fandom...)
Exposure - The third toppy!Ianto story - being beta'd.

Turnabout - (immediate followup to Exposure) - awaiting response from potential beta.

Birthday Surprise - (almost immediate followup to Exposure, but something might get shoehorned in the middle) in rabid plotbunny mode, but outlined in my head.

And

Driven to Distraction - (Owen/Andrea PWP) in as close to beta as it's going to get. Once she gets back to me, it goes online.

And two more plot bunnies have popped up, today.

*sobs*

Are you sure there isn't a pill for this?

EDIT: From an IM, not 30 seconds ago:

fangrrl: Still if they (the muses) start suggesting scat or necrophilia, I'm done. Although, with Jack being the way he is OH GOD NO

Shoot me. Please.

*Headdesk*

Jan. 18th, 2007 06:14 pm
fangrrl_squees: (tw - not cosy)
Aw, crap.

I need a beta for the Owen/original-character1 hand!porn2 thing. I think it qualifies as car!porn by now, as well. Thinking of which, can someone remind me of the make and model of the inadequacy-mobile that Owen Bloody Harper drives?

I just need to finish typing in the couple of pages of sleaze I wrote in my journal on the train home, and finesse the beginning a bit so that any reader who hasn't been keeping up with me and my friends' inside joke for the past couple of years have enough context to keep going, and then it'll be ready for beta.

Bonus points to any beta who also digs the hand!pron. And I use that latter term quite literally - but I mean attached-to-a-human hand, not hand-in-a-jar hand, otherwise I'd be posting this on threehandedjack or gimmethejar already...

Between this and putting Jack Harkness in women's underwear, I think it's time for me to revise my list of fetishes. The list seems to be rather out of date. Jaysis...

ETA: bloody hell. The piece is done - really done, this time - and it's five pages of the perviest hand!pron it's been my pleasure to write. In fact, I enjoyed writing that probably far more than is healthy. I will now commence my singing of The Doom Song.

1 - call a spade, a spade, fangrrl. The "OC" is about one step away from a Mary Sue. God help me. But being honest counts for something right? Right?

2 - real, attached-to-a-human hand, not a [livejournal.com profile] gimme_the_jar type hand!porn thing.
fangrrl_squees: (tw - in my fandom...)
Y'know what's really sad? I still don't have HALF the plotbunnies sketched out, so I'm still being driven to distraction. As fast as I can write 'em down, the crew comes up with more.

Title: No-one Reads Memos
Pairing: Jack/Owen
Rating: Hrm. R, I guess.
Summary: Jack has some interesting ideas about personnel managment.
Length: I have no idea. Short.

A continuation of an earlier bit )

Y'know, I could try writing some madly filthy bit of pron to complete this, but it's late, I'm tired, and I'm a wank and a blow job behind on Exposure. I definitely need a pervy co-author for that one, I think. Anyone fancy helping me handle toppy!Ianto. Wait, let me rephrase that...

And, aside from work on the aforementioned Exposure, I'm hereby calling a moratorium on the slashfic for, oh, at least 48 hours. Preferably longer. It's getting a bit monotonous, imho - but most obessions are...
fangrrl_squees: (tw - finally!!)
This is All Ianto's Fault. Srsly.

Title: Incognito.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Whatever passes for 'adult' in your part of the world - slash, generally smutty, d/s (forced crossdressing)
Spoilers: none
Summary: a de-facto follow up to Negotiation, the BDSM-talk-fic of doooom. The time for talk is done - in a manner of speaking - as Jack starts to get an inkling of what he let himself in for.

Part 1 of god knows how many pieces as fangrrl has fun turning Jack into a subbie. A second part has been drafted (working title: Exposed), and toppy!Ianto is suggested a third. Did I mention that today was probably the least productive workday of my life, and that includes the day after the Webbys when everyone was so hungover, the boss closed the office down?

Disclaimer: The Torchwood characters and setting aren't mine and are used without permission. If they were mine, we'd have seen something like the below about two weeks into the show's run.

As ever, feedback is appreciated, but not expected.

Follow the cut tag )

I might be looking for a beta/collaborator for Exposed, which is a regular prose tale in this, er, continuity. Drop a line to fangrrl_squees(at)livejournal(dot)com if you're interested.
fangrrl_squees: (tw - finally!!)
Hm, fangrrl has smut!meta on the brain. It must be a day with a "Y" in it.

Further musings about Jack/Ianto d/s, as per Negotiation, etc. Behind the curtain )

And, in what has to be one of my more ironic moments so far this year, since tapping the above out on the ol' LJ client at work, I've roughed out the next installment in the story. I might not be the first ficcer to put Jack Harkness in (spoiler removed - plus some people just don't want that sort of mental image) but it was a first for me. I'll post it after it's had a chance to sit for a few hours.

EDIT: Sonofabitch! Ianto just blithely kept on going, and now I'm well into the *next* next bit of that particular torrid tale. However, I see a stumbling block coming up (I won't explain, it'll just ruin the story for the half a dozen folks who actually want to read this kind of thing) but dammit, now I'm all hot and bothered, have forgotten to eat lunch and I've got four hours of meetings about to commence. Damn you, Ianto!
fangrrl_squees: (jb - plot bunny)
The subject-line is entirely rhetorical, I assure you.

Didn't I once mention that Monday is free-smut day here on [livejournal.com profile] fangrrl_squees? *looks at clock* It's still Monday where I'm sitting...

So, what started off as a bit of good natured, sort of in-character, fun-poking on a pal's journal has turned into a completely torrid plotbunny.

For example: )

Alas, I only have myself to blame for this, but I'll cheerfully blame [livejournal.com profile] moviegrrl too. She knows why.

It's barely even a plot bunny, but it's free to a good home to whoever wants it. I've had the scene play through my head three or four times now and, honestly, I don't think my meager slash skillz can do it justice.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to talk Andrea out of making gooey eyes at Jack. And Ianto. And Owen. This is what happens when the crossover bunnies of doooooom are unleashed on a quiet afternoon. (and sorry if you can't see the linked-to entry, that journal is a lot more restricted than this one. Suffice it to say that it's very, very silly)
fangrrl_squees: (tw - in my fandom...)
Alright. Hands up who wants a preview of some of the pervy shit I wrote down in lieu of meeting notes this afternoon?

It's not completely coherent at the moment - more like a sequence of moments waiting to be connected - and, in one case, I've got some seriously bad grammar going on. You have been warned.

You get your choice of Jack/Ianto talking-but-not-doing-anything-dammit (but I think talking about sex is hawt in and of itself, which probably explains why I have three pages of it already) or toppy!Jack/Owen, as per earlier today. Leave your email address in comment (all comments screened, for modesty's sake - stop laughing!) and I'll send you a paragraph of my choice via my gmail account.

Readers are free to comment/beta/make suggestions/point and laugh. I'll gladly steal ideas from y'all, you freaky little darlings.

If I have to have an unproductive day, so do you!

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