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@boeshaneposterboy
Imagine your OTP exploring each others’ bodies, but not in a sexual way. Finding their different birthmarks, looking over each others’ scars and sharing the stories behind them, running their hands over one another and just appreciating the feeling of the other person next to them.
Torchwood as John Mulaney quotes:
Ianto Jones:
John Hart:
Owen Harper:
Toshiko Sato:
Captain Jack Harkness:
Gwen Cooper:
Another aesthetic?
Jack & Gwen: When have we ever done anything rash or irresponsible?
Ianto: I keep a list. It’s alphabetized.
boeshaneposterboy:
“I would be very pleased for your company,” Jack told him. And that wasn’t just flirting, he actually would. “I’ve never been to Venice before, so having someone who knows the city would be a great boon. Besides, such pursuits are always best with company.”
This could certainly be interesting. Jack flirted as easily as he breathed, but he also did just genuinely enjoy people. Regardless of sex, race, gender, species, or any other factor. He just liked people.
“So tell me, what are some of your favorite places in the city?”
Jack’s open honesty was a refreshing note to their meeting, as so many in that city tended to be a pretender in one way or another; so much so that truth had become something of a rarity among them. “You are quite right, signore Harkness.”
The Italian’s unoccupied arm swept out from his side, but remained bent at the elbow, hopeful that the captain might take hold of it as many ladies (and gentlemen) before him had done. “I may no longer be part of the clergy myself, but I am still quite fond of the basilica Santa Maria degli Angeli. It certainly isn’t as grand as Saint Mark’s basilica, but it does have its charms.” Giacomo might be a proud sinner, but he could appreciate fine art when he saw it, even if it happened to be tucked away in the many houses of God.
Jack took Giancomo's offered arm with a smile. It might look odd to those around them, but he didn't care about that. Besides, Giancomo already had a reputation, Jack was sure. And he himself had never needed to worry about such things. "I would very much like to see it."
He let Giancomo lead him, following along to wherever they were headed easily. Jack was curious about the man, though. He had heard stories, sure, but those were almost definitely embellished. Then again, he had heard some of the stories that were told about himself, and most of those were wild without being embellished at all.
"You said you know the city better than most men twice your age. How did you come to be so familiar with it?"
boeshaneposterboy:
“Most of them do,” Jack assured him. He definitely recognized the flirting for what it was. With a sly look, he added, “I’ve heard your name from a lady friend, who said you were quite handsome. And quite the talented lover. I imagine to play the violin as beautifully as you do requires very nimble fingers.
“I have been here only a couple of days, so unfortunately I have not yet had time to see the city. However, I intend to stay for a few weeks - possibly a few months, depending on how things go - which should give me ample time to explore and to improve my grasp of your lovely language,” Jack told him. This felt a bit like a game of chess. Flirting in this era always did. But it was a game in which the objective of both parties was aligned.
“Ah – well, I am glad to know that my fellow Venetians didn’t ruin your opinion of me before our meeting.” Casanova feigned a look of relief, but there was no real concern for his reputation. Rumors tended to get around Venice with lightning speed, and apparently now reached the ears of tourists as they passed through, so it was probably best to familiarize himself with the idea of being recognized for his immorality.
Despite his overall demeanor, Jack’s boldness came across as a bit surprising, and even managed to work an astonished look out of the would-be chevalier, though he was quick to mask it with one of curiosity. “I do have my talents, yes.” Those fingers flexed around the handle of his violin’s case as the good captain mentioned them, but otherwise remained still at his side. “If you do intend to stay, I would be pleased to show you the sights myself – that is, if you would be happy for my company? I can assure you I know this city better than men twice my age, so getting around shouldn’t be a problem.”
"I would be very pleased for your company," Jack told him. And that wasn't just flirting, he actually would. "I've never been to Venice before, so having someone who knows the city would be a great boon. Besides, such pursuits are always best with company."
This could certainly be interesting. Jack flirted as easily as he breathed, but he also did just genuinely enjoy people. Regardless of sex, race, gender, species, or any other factor. He just liked people.
"So tell me, what are some of your favorite places in the city?"
boeshaneposterboy:
Jack shook the man’s hand grinning at his comment. He really did have very striking eyes. And the moment he said his name, everything clicked into place.
“Well, now I know why I recognize you. Your name is legendary,” Jack told him, switching to English. It sounded as though Casanova understood the language but was perhaps not as confident in speaking. “I understand Italian, for the most part, if that helps. Good to know my poor attempts at speaking will win me favor with the ladies, though. And perhaps a few gentlemen, if I get lucky.”
Jack wasn’t shy. Even when perhaps he should have been. He hadn’t grown up with homophobia and it still seemed strange to him even now. “I’m traveling from the colonies, on a bit of a holiday. Hearing you play was quite a treat. Your performance was beautiful.”
The look of recognition struck Giacomo as odd, though he couldn’t say he had any complaints - it was an honor to be recognized by someone so far flung from Venice, even if he hailed from a place which the younger had no idea of himself.
“Is it? I do hope the stories you’ve heard paint me in a positive light; I can think of a few that would be fairly unflattering, but they come mostly from my adolescent years.” Perhaps falling off the pulpit in a drunken stupor hadn’t been one of his finer moments, but it was funny in retrospect, shame be damned. Still, there was no proof that he was any wiser now than he was at nineteen, what with his penchant for leaping into new ventures without looking beforehand.
“Your accent was beautiful. I would say it’s a shame not to hear it again, but your native tongue rests more eloquently on your tongue. It’s melodic, really.” But now he was flirting, probably spurred on by the vague clarification of his company’s sexual preferences. Casanova never allowed a good thing to slip through his fingers without trying to grasp it first, and this opportunity was no exception.
“Have you taken in the sights, then? I’m assuming you’ve been here for a few days, at least, though I’ve not seen you myself until this evening.”
"Most of them do," Jack assured him. He definitely recognized the flirting for what it was. With a sly look, he added, "I've heard your name from a lady friend, who said you were quite handsome. And quite the talented lover. I imagine to play the violin as beautifully as you do requires very nimble fingers.
"I have been here only a couple of days, so unfortunately I have not yet had time to see the city. However, I intend to stay for a few weeks - possibly a few months, depending on how things go - which should give me ample time to explore and to improve my grasp of your lovely language," Jack told him. This felt a bit like a game of chess. Flirting in this era always did. But it was a game in which the objective of both parties was aligned.
boeshaneposterboy:
@chevalier-de-seingalt
Italy was beautiful this time of year. And this time of history. Jack didn’t often travel just for fun, but he didn’t want to be in Cardiff right now. At any point in history. So he had come here. Not to far away to be in contact, far enough to get away from Wales. This was a period of decadence, and nowhere was that more evident than Venice.
Jack hadn’t actually be invited to this party, but he could charm his way into just about anywhere. He had ditched the wool coat and 1940s dress in favor of something more era appropriate. His Italian wasn’t great, but he managed to blend in, passing himself off as a well to do American.
The musician had definitely caught his eye. There was something oddly familiar about him. Not someone Jack knew, but someone he knew of. He just couldn’t place who. So when he stepped away from his performance, Jack went over and introduced himself in broken Italian. “Hello! Captain Jack Harkness. Pardon my Italian, it isn’t my mother tongue. And who might you be?”
Giacomo had been invited to the home of one of his patients as the entertainer of her husband’s soiree, since she’d found his work with the violin to be quite pleasurable, among many other talents. He supposed it beat lying his way into the venue with this supposed occupation or the other, but it did take time away from his more social pursuits.
Casanova played with great passion in spite of these concerns, to the delight of the guests who filtered through the halls of his patron’s grand villa, stopping only when he’d completed Vivaldi’s four seasons. The chevalier then gave a deep bow before his audience as they applauded his efforts, before kneeling down beside his music stand, long digits carefully laying his bow and violin into their velvet-lined case for safekeeping.
Prussian blue eyes raised to meet the more vibrant pair which loomed above him now, finding them attached to a rather striking stranger. Well, his accent certainly was interesting, wasn’t it? “Buona sera, signore Harkness.”
The younger raised up onto his feet again, and took the captain’s hand in his own, unsure whether he should shake it, or give it a kiss. “Giacomo Casanova, your most humble servant – and you needn’t worry, I’m sure the ladies would find your Italian quite charming. My English is atrocious, in any case, so we’re on equal footing in that.”
Jack shook the man's hand grinning at his comment. He really did have very striking eyes. And the moment he said his name, everything clicked into place.
"Well, now I know why I recognize you. Your name is legendary," Jack told him, switching to English. It sounded as though Casanova understood the language but was perhaps not as confident in speaking. "I understand Italian, for the most part, if that helps. Good to know my poor attempts at speaking will win me favor with the ladies, though. And perhaps a few gentlemen, if I get lucky."
Jack wasn't shy. Even when perhaps he should have been. He hadn't grown up with homophobia and it still seemed strange to him even now. "I'm traveling from the colonies, on a bit of a holiday. Hearing you play was quite a treat. Your performance was beautiful."
@chevalier-de-seingalt
Italy was beautiful this time of year. And this time of history. Jack didn't often travel just for fun, but he didn't want to be in Cardiff right now. At any point in history. So he had come here. Not to far away to be in contact, far enough to get away from Wales. This was a period of decadence, and nowhere was that more evident than Venice.
Jack hadn't actually be invited to this party, but he could charm his way into just about anywhere. He had ditched the wool coat and 1940s dress in favor of something more era appropriate. His Italian wasn't great, but he managed to blend in, passing himself off as a well to do American.
The musician had definitely caught his eye. There was something oddly familiar about him. Not someone Jack knew, but someone he knew of. He just couldn't place who. So when he stepped away from his performance, Jack went over and introduced himself in broken Italian. "Hello! Captain Jack Harkness. Pardon my Italian, it isn't my mother tongue. And who might you be?"
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@boeshaneposterboy
illusorysoldier
“I have self respect, so no.”
“Okay, ouch. I take it my reputation preceeds me. Hey, don’t believe half of what they tell you. At least half,” Jack said, leaning against the wall nearby.
Cloud frowned. He thought that would be it, really. Just say no to this infamous stranger – whatever he’d meant to ask or tell him, he hadn’t cared – in this strange land he’d found himself in, and walk away. Easy.
But the other was radiating a strange sense of sincerity that made Cloud pause, considering him a bit longer. He couldn’t help but be intrigued, even as his arms stayed firmly crossed in front of his chest.
He worried at his lower lip. “Alright.” What the heck, he’d bite. “What about the other half?”
"What can I say? I'm a man who knows what I like," Jack said with a shrug. With a wink and a rogueish grin, he added, "And they all seemed to enjoy themselves."
The other man seemed pretty set on ignoring him. All he'd gotten out was "Hi there, I'm Captain Jack Harkness," before he'd been cut off with a refusal. Which had to be a new record for how quickly he'd been turned down. For anything, really. He hadn't even been entirely sure where the conversation might go. He'd just seen a very pretty man alone and looking a bit lost. He'd been interested. Curious. And sure, they guy was easy on the eyes, but Jack was also just curious. It was pretty evident the man wasn't from around here. Jack had lived long enough - and lived here long enough - to be able to tell.
Polyamory sentence starters
You know I love you, right? Because... I think I'm attracted to someone else.
My wife/husband and I want you to be our boyfriend/girlfriend.
Have you ever tried dating two people at once before?
Wait a minute, so the both of you want me?
I'm so confused, I don't understand it. I want you, but I want them, too.
Are you sure they're not going to get jealous over us being together?
Wait, so how does this work? Are you just going to share me?
If I wanted to try kissing both of you, could I?
I don't want to get between the two of you, but I love you. Both of you.
Remember that guy/girl from work I was telling you about? I want to invite them to join us.
I can't sleep without both of you there.
It's not cheating if we have permission to be together.
Wait, is this a date? Did the two of you invite me out on a date?
We were wondering if you'd like to come home with us. Both of us.
We don't have the usual sort of relationship, we're open to inviting others.
I'm not sure who's eyefucked me more tonight, you or your boyfriend/girlfriend.
I've never known of three people making it work before, but I want to try.
“I have self respect, so no.”
"Okay, ouch. I take it my reputation preceeds me. Hey, don't believe half of what they tell you. At least half," Jack said, leaning against the wall nearby.
Kink/nsfw related sentence starters
arpmemething2:
“You can stay, but your clothes must go.”
“Please, use the ball gag.”
“Spread your cheeks.”
“Take your clothes off.”
“I wouldn’t misbehave half as much if I didn’t like the punishment.”
“Let me blindfold you.”
“Is that all your mouth is good for?”
“Do you like when I touch you there?”
“Quiet down or they’ll hear us.”
“I liked that sound you made. I’ll have to make you make that sound again.”
“That’s sexy.”
“How do you feel about hot wax?”
“It’s just an ice cube.”
“Which dildo would you prefer?”
“Want to try a new position?”
“I want you to lick the cum off the floor.”
“Call me mommy/daddy.”
“I’m going to spank you.”
“You are so cute all tied up like that.”
“Beg me to let you cum.”
“I’m your master/mistress and will be addressed as such.”
“Dominate me.”
“I’d rather dom.”
“I like your ass.”
“Pull my hair.”
“Please, have me.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Harder!”
“I hope your nipples aren’t too sore.”
“We should do it somewhere else other than a bed tonight.”
“I want you to count as I spank you.”
“I want you to cum in my face.”
“How about I give you a massage?”
“Oh fuck yes!”
“I want you to bend over the bed.”
“Please, not the nipple clamps!”
“You’ve been good, so I’m going to let you cum.”
“Bend over”
“Which vibrator would you prefer?”
“Use your mouth.”
“Get on your knees.”
“How about some whipped cream?”
“I love it when you moan like that.”
“Rougher!”
“Public sex turns me on.”
“Fuck me.”
“Play with my pussy.”
“I want you to ride me.”
“I’ve been naughty.”
“You’ve been naughty.”
“Spank me.”
“I love it when you play with my nipples.”
“Please, tie me up and have your way with me.”
“I’d rather sub”
“Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.”
“I know how to make you relax.”
“I want you to tie me up and blindfold me so I don’t know what’s coming while you use me.”
“We are going to watch a porn together for ideas.”
“I’m gonna tie you up and have my way with you.”
“I want you to beg.”
“It’s really not that kinky.”
“That’s kind of kinky.”
“Put your ass in the air.”
“I’ve been waiting here on the bed naked for a while now.”
“Just sit back and let me give you a show.”
“Why don’t we count the hickeys?”
“Submit to me.”
“I don’t care if people are around or not, take off your clothes.”
“I’m going to record this so we can watch it together later.”
“I’m going to go get the nipple clamps.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“If you wouldn’t make so many noises when I pull your hair, I wouldn’t have to do this”
I want you to go down on me
Fuck me harder!
I’m gonna cum!
“Bite me!”
“Do you like when I play with your nipples like this?”
“Spread your legs.”
“I’m gonna ride you.”
“I love this collar.”
“Play with my cock/pussy.”
“I’m going to sit on your lap and play with your cock/pussy.”
“Don’t cum until I say it’s okay.”
“You are all mine pet.”
“They’ll never notice.”
“I love looking at your ass after I’ve spanked it so much.”
“Let me put this ball gag on you.”
“I’ve got your collar ready for you.”
“Keep it down or I’ll have to use a gag.”
“What would you think about adding a third party?”
“I like it when you bite me.”
“Open up your ass for me.”
“Yes Master.”
Lick it all up.“
“You are my little bitch.”
“Fuck me until I can’t walk.”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“Blindfold me.”
NSFW Starters | Rough Sex |
“Open your mouth. Wider.”
“Face down, ass up. This is how I want you.”
“Get down bitch, lick my come up off the ground.”
“You can barely take three fingers…why don’t we try four?”
“See? You can’t move at all, you’re completely under my control.”
“I love it when the binds leave bruises on your skin.”
“On your knees, slut. Stay where I put you.”
“What a perfect sight, you, all spread out for me to do whatever I want to…”
“Does it bother you that you can’t see me? Good. You’ll never know what’s coming.”
“Mh, every time I hit you, you tighten down on me…”
“Count them out, if you mess up once, I’m starting over.”
“Oh, you look so frustrated…I’m not stopping, though. You’ll come when I say you can.”
“Look at me, slut. I want to see your face when I fuck you into the bed.”
“Fuck, you look so beautiful when you cry.”
“Go on, you said you could get away from me. You lose, pet.”
“You like when I choke you?”
“Look at all these marks on you…does it feel good?”
“Uh-uh, swallow. All of it.”
“You’re going to take all of me, I don’t care if it’s too much.”
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t fuckin’ walk.”
“Oh, are you sensitive here? What a perfect spot to torture.”
torture starters : deprivation
[ mentions of abuse, torture, kidnapping, etc. ]
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” “I didn’t think you could look any worse, but you surprise me every day.” “Remind me, how long haven’t I fed you? Oh wait, you can’t tell day from night, can you?” “Oh no, I didn’t bring this food down for you. I just wanted to have something to watch while I ate.” “You know it’s rude to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation, right?” “Wakey-wakey! You’ve slept a whole forty seconds! Time to remind you of what happens when you do that again.” ”That blindfold is never coming off again.” “I never said you could have fresh water.” “All you have to do is say you did it, and I’ll let you sleep again. Permanently.” ”You might break the world record ‘staying awake’ soon! If you don’t die first, of course.” ”Who’re you talking to? You do realise you’re all alone down here, right?” “Remember sleep?” ”Look around while you still can. After today you’ll never see colours again.” ”For a moment there I thought you’d finally starved.” “It’s nice and warm outside. Remember sunshine?” “Drifting off again, are you?” “Good morning! Did you sleep well?” “Look what I found! Cat food. It’s your favourite…” “All you have to do is confess you did it, and you can have this water.” “You tell me the truth and you walk out of here. It’s that simple.” “Hellooo? You still alive in there?” “Look, I made breakfast! For myself.” “Okay so, would you rather not sleep or not eat for the coming seven days?”
