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mr-mrs-faxsea
17 January 2010 @ 15:06
I'm not sure we will get to ten. As I don't think ten people will read this post.
But we can try anyway...
(copy-pasted from nightporters journal)
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble (Who/Torchwood universe or non-fanfic prompt). In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.)

So go ahead and prompt us!

-S-
 
 
mr-mrs-faxsea

Introduction

First of all, sorry to all of you who have been waiting for another instalment of SF saturday. I messed up, things didn't get written and I let you down. Yes, there were good reason for it, yes some of them hurt, but all in all I would have liked to cheered both you and myself up a bit by actually finishing and posting the damned thing. As you may have guessed by the title this is also not another installment. A had to let of a little steam first and I don't really have anywhere else to leave it, so I'm dumping it here. It's not ment to offend, but seeing as how an average post get about 500 reads round here there's bound to be at least one person who doesn't like what I have to say. If that is you, again, I apologize. I don't aim to hurt, although sometimes the words I use still sting a bit. That been said. This is what fell out of my skull when things finally stopped swirling beyond my control. Now my point might be alittle vague. To be honest I'm not even sure I have one and I'll be damned, but I'm not gonna read my own stuff back to find it. That's why it's called a rant. Take it with two lumps of sugar or a grain of salt but this one's for all of you.
Bless your little souls.

  • Characters: none
  • Rating: PG-13 rating
  • Genre: Rant
  • Spoilers: none
  • Warnings: Take with two lumps of sugar or a grain of salt
  • Teaser: First of all, sorry to all of you who have been waiting for another instalment of SF saturday. I messed up, things didn't get written and I let you down. Yes, there were good reason for it, yes some of them hurt, but all in all I would have liked to cheered both you and myself up a bit by actually finishing and posting the damned thing. As you may have guessed by the title this is also not another installment. A had to let of a little steam first and I don't really have anywhere else to leave it, so I'm dumping it here. This is what fell out of my skull when things finally stopped swirling beyond my control. Now my point might be alittle vague. To be honest I'm not even sure I have one. That's why it's called a rant.
  • Music: Therapy? - This One's For You (Live)
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mr-mrs-faxsea

Disclaimer: The characters in this piece of fiction are not my property or creation, they are the property of the BBC and the creation of that sweet Russel T. Davies fellow.

Introduction

As promised, another installment. We'll not be able to post for coming SF saturday... so I am sorry to say you'll have to wait a fortnight for the conclusion. I hope you can manage :-)

  • Characters: Jack, Gwen, Ianto, Tosh, Owen
  • Rating: PG rating
  • Genre: Fun (sorry, no smut)
  • Spoilers: none
  • Warnings: Don't consume beverages whilst reading our stuff. Seriously.
  • Teaser: Jack felt rather unsettled. He had woken up on the floor of his office, with all of his clothes on. He was rather used to waking up in an uncomfortable position in his office on a saturday morning with his clothes off, but he couldn't recall the last time that the wild undertakings of the night had led to him actually keeping his clothes on.
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mr-mrs-faxsea

Disclaimer: The characters in this piece of fiction are not my property or creation, they are the property of the BBC and the creation of that sweet Russel T. Davies fellow.

Introduction

Because of dull, everyday thing getting in the way we didn't manage to post a story for last SF-saturday. We don't write smut, but to make up missing a date this story contains just a little bit of smut. We'll definitely be able to post next week... We've already been working on Ianto's map and everything ;-)

  • Characters: Ianto, Owen , Jack
  • Rating: PG rating
  • Genre: Smut Fun
  • Spoilers: Owen is dead, okay? Get over it already.
  • Warnings: None
  • Teaser: "Remember what happened last time you tried to duplicate an alien aphrodisiac? It took you two days to get the elevator back to it original state. Besides, I can make people extremely horny and I don't even need a drug" Jack said.
  • Music: Marvin Gaye - It's Not Unusual
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mr-mrs-faxsea

Disclaimer: The characters in this piece of fiction are not my property or creation, they are the property of the BBC and the creation of that sweet Russel T. Davies fellow.

Introduction

Who would have thought it's already been a week since last episode? This weeks post for Sexually Frustrated Saturday is a day late because we were in Amsterdam yesterday for the Gay Pride Canal Parade which was great fun, but we didn't manage the finish the story in time. I do hope you've all been able to survive the wait :-) We did think about calling it Sexually Frustrated Sunday, but we wouldn't want people to get confused, so we decided to just apologize for our Tardiness instead. Anyway, here you go... Sexually Frustrated Saturday with Apologies.

  • Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack, Tosh, Gwen
  • Rating: PG-13 rating
  • Genre: Smut Fun
  • Spoilers: none
  • Warnings: May not contain what you think it does
  • Teaser: They where all going to an after-party in an old abandoned warehouse near the docks. He had sworn under his breath that he'd didn't have his instant-love spray anymore. Luckily he had taken samples for analysis before Jack had impounded it. He hadn't managed to create anything as potent as the original, but he was getting closer. His latest batch hadn't been tested yet, but he was sure going to give it a try tonight. Right now he'd settle for just enough of the stuff to get him laid
  • Music: Eddie Cochran - Twenty Flight Rock
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mr-mrs-faxsea

Disclaimer: The characters in this piece of fiction are not my property or creation, they are the property of the BBC and the creation of that sweet Russel T. Davies fellow.

Introduction

In anticipation of Smut Sunday my wife suggested we should also post a story. So without further ado, we are proud to announce Sexually Frustrated Saturday. Lets see if it catches on :-) This is our first bid... Enjoy.

  • Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack
  • Rating: PG-13 rating
  • Genre: Smut Fun
  • Spoilers: none
  • Warnings: May not contain what you think it does
  • Teaser: Outside people where walking the streets. Inside they where crowding the clubs. They were flaunting their stuff, shaking their butts and looking for love. It was a hot summer's night in Cardiff. Inside the hub Captain Jack was horny.
  • Music: Scissor Sisters - Tits on the Radio
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mr-mrs-faxsea
14 July 2008 @ 22:52

Disclaimer: The characters in this piece of fiction are not my property or creation, they are the property of the BBC and the creation of that sweet Russel T. Davies fellow. Except of course for the doctor who seems to have become a bit of his own creation ;-)

Introduction

We haven't posted for a week or so, partly because we've been buzzing from the finale of Doctor Who and partly because we've been coming up with some new stories. But first thing first: Since the post of the story of Jack not having a penis several people have asked us to answer some pressing questions, like how he managed without it and how he lost it in the first place. Comment posters have asked for a follow-up and of course we can't deny them. More to follow later :-)

  • Characters: Jack, Gwen, Ianto, Doctor
  • Rating: PG rating
  • Genre: Smut Fun
  • Spoilers: none
  • Warnings: May cause loud uncontrollable laughter or give you the giggles
  • Teaser: "Right" he said and took something out of his pocket and pointed it directly at Jack. At 'Captain Jack', to be precise.
  • Music: Placebo - Bigmouth strikes again from the tribute album "The Smiths Is Dead"
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mr-mrs-faxsea
02 July 2008 @ 12:18

Disclaimer: The characters in this piece of fiction are not my property or creation, they are the property of the BBC and the creation of that sweet Russel T. Davies fellow.

Introduction

The leading object in this story is based on an art piece entitled "Instant Pleasure", made by a friend of ours. Only a truly disturbed individual could come up with something like that and we are most grateful to Graham that he did. I'd also like to thank teachwriteslash for reading the almost-final-draft-version of this story and giving us some pointers that helped get this story to the yes-this-really-is-the-final-draft-so-I-can-leave-it-alone-now-version, and also for not pointing out the initial spelling mistakes.

  • Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Tosh, Owen
  • Rating: PG rating
  • Genre: Smut Fun
  • Spoilers: none
  • Warnings: May cause loud uncontrollable laughter
  • Teaser: So now he was cleaning the coffee machine. Again. It had gotten to the point that even the coffee machine wished Ianto would find something else to do
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mr-mrs-faxsea
30 June 2008 @ 20:36

Disclaimer: The characters in this piece of fiction are not my property or creation, they are the property of the BBC and the creation of that sweet Russel T. Davies fellow.

Introduction

After having read the comments from our previous post I had an idea, and so did my wife, so it looks like the story will get some follow-ups. This took a second to think up, 5 minutes to write out and 20 minutes to correct. Yes, I know... I nit-pick. I hope you like it. More to follow.

  • Characters: Jack/Ianto
  • Rating: PG rating
  • Genre: Smut Fun
  • Spoilers: none
  • Warnings: none
  • Teaser: He looked away for a moment, as if he was embarrassed to ask. "uhm... Jack... You don't have any other parts missing, do you?"
  • Music: King Missile - Detachable Penis
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Current Music: King Missile - Detachable Penis
 
 
mr-mrs-faxsea
04 June 2008 @ 23:11

Disclaimer: The characters in this piece of fiction are not my property or creation, they are the property of the BBC and the creation of that sweet Russel T. Davies fellow.

Introduction

After reading a couple of stories about Jack and Ianto I got a bit fed up with all the slobber and mush. I complained to my wife about this, as is the habbit of the married man, and she simply retorted "Well, why don't you write something about it then?" So I did. I decided to write something... else. Enjoy.

  • Characters: Jack/Ianto
  • Rating: PG rating
  • Genre: Smut Fun
  • Spoilers: none
  • Warnings: none
  • Teaser: Now they where in the hub together, all alone... becoming intimate.
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