Baby, you just gave me Torchwood.

The 12th icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to finding a naked man in their house

Jenny laughs and skids to a stop and holds out an arm to stop Ianto tilting her head and making a ‘shush’ motion as she heard a few aliens close by sticking to the wall hoping that they wouldn’t go where they were hiding. For it was a paltry hiding spot.

He watched carefully as they walked past. Glancing around carefully he checked to see if anyone else was coming their way. Seeing none he grinned. "Let's go!" He whispered grabbing her arm to continue running. He was having too much fun.

Your OTP having the roughest smut with BDSM, hard biting, imaginative kinks, begging, bruises, and cursing that is loud enough that Person C gets so concerned, they eventually burst in. Upon doing so, they find that A and B have the cutest aftercare in the world, filled with soft kisses, loving whispers, and snuggles.

welsh-suits Let’s do the thing!!!

YES!!!! We must! Ianto is screaming at me to do thiiiis. Who'll be person C though?

"Yeah." She nodded

He didn't look like he believed her.

"Tss." She gave him a playful slap.

He faked hurt. "I was being serious!." He insisted.

The Master was looking at him , He felt all tense. He was hoping the lady didn’t provoke him.

Jack nodded, listening to Ianto’s scolding. He waved over a waiter to get the other’s order. Once the waiter had left, Jack turned his attention back to his lover. He sighed. “You didn’t upset me, Yan.” He said, taking the Welshman’s hand. He dropped his gaze. “I have a lot of…apprehensions. I dunno if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly the marrying kind. I shouldn’t have even said anything. It was stupid.”

Ianto shook his head. "I don't want to hear excuses - or be told about your apprehensions as you put it. I'm already aware of a few of them. What I want is for you to tell me when i've pushed you too far and you need me to stop." Hee clutched Jack's hand in his tightly. "I'm aware that you aren't the marrying kind but that was pretty strong reaction to be just about  a few mentions. What's on your mind. For once just let me in. Please." He whispered.

Valentines' Dance ||

Jack pouted. “Alright.” He grinned again. He kissed Ianto’s forehead. “We won’t leave your precious suits.” He chuckled. “You’re so British.” he teased. Then he brushed his thumb over the other’s fingers. “But that’s one of the things I love about you.

Ianto huffed slightly. "I'm not British. British drink tea all day. I'm Welsh and I definitely do not drink tea all day - terrible drink that it is. And those suits were expensive!" He insisted, leaning into Jack and humming happily. He liked being close to Jack like this. It was one of the nicer things in life. Leaning forward he kissed those pouting lips gently and quickly.

And weevils. You're the kind of feels AND weevils. Both of which are dangerous XD

Avoiding Touch //Closed for lostiantojones

Tosh blew out a sigh. “I know, but it would make me feel a lot better,” she said, feeling annoyed about all the potential data she might’ve lost. “Some of the things it shut down were important—I was working on expanding our translation database. There were a lot of things that needed updating.” She too scanned the area for potential clues, finding nothing except for… Wait a tick. “I know that stack of paper hadn’t been knocked over when we were over here last,” she mused aloud, “so maybe it’s gone that way?” She pointed in the direction in which the paper had fallen.

Ianto looked over there and immediately nodded. "Definitely possible. I'd never intentionally let papers fly around all over the place - not if i could help it." He agreed, beginning to move in that direction. "I know you've been working really hard on everything. Hopefully the system didn't completely delete it all. If you're lucky, when we manage to get the systems back up and running everything will be as you left it and we can finally figure out what this is." He continued. His movements were slow but brisk and nearly unnoticeable as he scanned the area for potential clues. He couldn't wait to get his hands on this thing- not literally of course. It has been nothing but trouble so far.

Jenny laughs amused and grabs Ianto’s hand excitement in her eye. “When am I never ready to run?” She retorts as she took off down the hall wanting to get out of there. And she would do so, with their lives intact.

He chased after her, barely breaking a sweat due to already being used to it. "I don't know. I've never seen you not ready so i couldn't tell you." He managed to huff out with a smile.