How it'd go

[adisastergay]

HOW I'D TAKE YOU

We know you’d hit that. Without a doubt. With no prompting. You’ve made that abundantly clear, multiple times. So now, the only question remains: how would you do it?

In what way(s) would you take them? Be precise. Let us in on your dirty fantasies, where you’d do as you wish with no consequences. Be exact.

Be explicit.

HOW TO PLAY
— Comment with your character & prefs & limits.
— Other characters will divulge exactly what they'd do/how they'd do yours.
— FUN ON A TUESDAY.
— Needless to say, this meme will be highly NSFW.

Comments

[escapedestiny]

Wow. Okay. For science, huh?

[He's clearly amused, maybe a little flustered, and obviously not saying no.]

So are you... planning on writing a scientific paper about it afterwards? Is that what that means?

[He knows it's not. But he can't help teasing.]

[neverdisappointed]

Maybe. But I'd hide your scientific contribution behind a veil of anonymity. Mostly because I don't actually know your name. And partially because you haven't explicitly consented to this contribution.

[escapedestiny]

Sam. And you're not wrong. The absence of a "no" isn't really consent. [But that's a pretty big green flag for her for pointing that out.] Do I get to know the name of the, uh, potential climber too?

[neverdisappointed]

Glad to see you actually understand the nuances of consent; it makes things easier on both sides of this.

MJ. And climbing doesn't necessarily have to happen. Just figured you should know that someone's taken a scientific interest in you. Just in case you felt like experimenting or something.

[escapedestiny]

I mean, I do enjoy science. Can I learn some more about you before we, uh, jump into being lab partners?

[Is this metaphor still working or is it a little awkward? Hard to tell, especially for Sam.]

[neverdisappointed]

[Oh, Sam. You want to get to know her better before jumping into a "lab session" with her? That's quaint and adorable. Just like the continued metaphor definitely beginning to edge into awkward territory. She kind of likes awkward.]

I guess research does come before experimenting in the scientific method, so sure. Does this research require a lengthy discussion over coffee or something, or are you more of a quick internet search kind of guy?

Sam tags tend to get put on back burner but I promise I'm still here!

[escapedestiny]

[Ideally, he'd want to get to know her better than a brief interlude. But with the life he's living, that's not really possible. So, a quick internet search would have to do. He doesn't plan on phrasing it that way (despite the fact that she just did), not because the continued metaphor is becoming awkward but more because he feels it sounds dismissive of her when he doesn't want to be. She's a person, she matters, and even if their meeting winds up being brief, she'll stay in his thoughts and heart for longer than that. (They always do.)]

However much you're willing to share, I'm all ears. More knowledge is never a bad thing, right?

[Okay, well, maybe that's debatable, especially in Sam's life. But still.]

First of all, the most responsible question is probably going to be "how old are you?"

[From what he can tell, she's probably around college-aged, maybe even his own, but he does want to be sure.]

No worries, I will backtag forever so long as there's mutual interest, so no pressure! ♥

[neverdisappointed]

[His question catches her by surprise - most men don't really care much about being responsible in this kind of situation, from what she's seen - and she shows as much on her face for a brief moment before looking away with a bit of a dry chuckle.]

Oh wow, you've managed to ask the one question I don't have a straightforward answer for.

[She debates how much she should tell him, but figures she can't just say something like that and can't provide at least some explanation.]

That depends on whether you're counting how many birthdays I've had or what year I was born. I've had 18 birthdays. But if you look at my ID, I was born 24 years ago. I kind of stopped existing for five years. Closer to six, thanks to when my birthday is.

[She waves a hand, as though asking him not to think too hard about it.]

The point is, the law recognizes me as being at least 18, so if the jailbait thing is a concern, it doesn't have to be. But I appreciate that it is.

[escapedestiny]

[The look of confusion born when she says she doesn't have a straightforward answer to "how old are you" shifts into one of surprise, though not incredulity, as she actually answers. You don't often hear "I stopped existing for a few years" from people. It's kind of a new one for him, which is saying something.]

Okay, there sounds like there's a story behind that. But you'll probably find I'm more accepting of that... admittedly strange answer than most. Let's just say that "strange" is sort of expected in my life.

[He gives a small shrug and a half smile, hands in his pockets.] I'm 23. Just to, uh, reciprocate.

[So a five year difference, going by how many birthdays she's had. Her just being this side of legal does concern him a bit, it nags at his conscience, but... She was the one who approached him. And she wasn't shy about it. She seems to know pretty well what she wants.

And it sounds like she has some level of familiarity with something supernatural, if the age discrepancy thing is anything to go by. That's... simultaneously concerning and a relief, somehow, actually.]

Is it something you feel comfortable talking about? How you're... missing five years?

[neverdisappointed]

... yeah, Strange has a way of popping up into my life unbidden, too.

[She's talking about Dr. Strange, and she doubts he is, too, but that can always be a possibility. Still, she leaves that much alone, opting instead to smirk gently at him.]

So technically I was born before you. Though if you'd rather look at things linearly, I can appreciate that you're not doing any mental gymnastics to make you feel less weird about this. It doesn't have to be weird, though.

[Hell, the first guy who'd ever outright flirted with her had technically been a classmate's younger brother who'd managed not to get snapped out of existence, and so he'd been taller and older than her despite the fact that she'd last remembered him being in middle school. So it's probably best for everyone involved that age really isn't considered anything but a number, at least so long as everyone is at or above the legal age of consent.]

Somebody with a really poor concept of resource management and in possession of a magical glove decided that everyone would be happier if half of existence stopped existing to allow the other half to have better access to resources. I'm one of the lucky half who got randomly sacrificed in the name of the greater good. [She shrugs, surprisingly nonchalant about the whole thing.] It took the good guys five years, but they eventually figured out a way to bring everybody back. Other than having to repeat most junior year of high school, I got over it with only some residual trauma. You'd be amazed what people are able to gloss over in the interest of keeping some semblance of sanity.

[That might be a lot to dump onto him, but at least she'd managed to avoid mentioning that the dude with the magic glove had been a giant purple alien who'd apparently been decimating half the population of planets manually before getting ahold of the magical stones that powered the aforementioned glove? If Sam is unaware of the Blip, then she should probably spare him a few of the crazier details in the interest of keeping him sane.]