#intimacy asks

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) For the sfw version, hesitant at first and soft. Then more desperate when she finally lets herself want someone lol. She leaves lipstick behind a lot if it's more than a few passing kisses even though she gets the good brands because she will just go at it for a while if neither her nor her partner pull away. She probably tastes sweet, likely like chocolate since she's usually eating that. As for where she likes to be kissed, on her shoulder, her forehead, her hand, and on the lips. She will usually accept a kiss anywhere; if someone's kissing her then she trusts them rather a lot. Thighs and chest as well, though that is only in specific circumstances obviously. She usually isn't the one to initiate a kiss, but she usually goes for the lips, neck, and the thighs as well.

For as long as he can remember, one of George's love languages has been physical touch.

He might not show it often, but it's something he's sentimental about - a special file tucked deep in his mind where he stores away every moment he hugged someone for the first time.

There's a folder from England, dusty and filled with cobwebs of the past. It contains the cherished yet faded memories of his first hugs from his family, and bittersweet reminders of friendships gone sour that he would rather forget.

There's a folder filled with all of his friends here in America - Sapnap, Bad, Sam, Sylvee, Larray, Tony and Skeppy. Memories he relives often, but not as much as the last one.

The shining, gilded folder that holds the moment he first hugged Dream.

And not just the very first hug - that folder is filled to nearly bursting with all of the little firsts that go with it.

First surprise hug in the living room: George cuddling Patches the day he arrived, and Dream wrapping his arms around George from behind, whispering in a voice softer than goose down, "Welcome home".

First birthday hug: weak and weary from fighting off his third cold since the face reveal, but strong enough for Dream to give George his first birthday hug in person, followed by a quick peck on the cheek that set George's skin on fire.

First Christmas hug: one of reassurance before opening the door of Dream's grandparents' home to meet all of his extended family for the first time, followed by the words "don't worry, they're going to love you just as much as I do".

And there are other things in there too - more intimate things.

The first time cuddling on the sofa and watching a movie together.

The first time Dream held his hand, lacing their fingers between each other and rubbing his thumb over George's knuckles.

Their first kiss, clumsy and a little awkward until they looked into each other's eyes and just knew.

Their first time doing more, mapping every inch of each other's skin to memory.

Now, they're laying on the sofa together like they often do when they have the house to themselves. George drapes himself loosely over Dream, chest to chest and reveling in the way it feels to have every inch of his boyfriend's body pressed against his own.

It's his favorite place to be, even when they're clothed like they are now.

"Comfy?" Dream says, then kisses George's temple in that syrupy sweet way that melts George a little. The way that always leaves George wanting more.

Most of the time he waits for Dream to make the next move, but tonight he's feeling a little bold and a lot horny.

"Yeah," he lifts up his chin, giving Dream a kiss and a little smirk before rolling his hips - just a little.

"George," Dream warns, voice low in his ear. "If you're going to keep doing that, we should go to my room."

"Doing what?" George wiggles a little, and Dream writhes beneath him. "I'm just trying to get more comfortable."

Dream grips George's waist and squeezes. "R-really? More comfortable?"

"Mm-hmm," George pulls the collar of Dream's thankfully oversized shirt to the side and presses a long, lingering kiss to Dream's shoulder. It's soft against his lips, and it smells like coconut and vanilla. Tastes a little like it too.

Dream shudders a little beneath him, his grip on George's waist tightening.

"George..." he whispers. A threat. A plea.

So George kisses Dream some more, trailing his lips along the broad expanse of Dream's left shoulder towards his neck. He pauses to give Dream's Adam's apple a quick nibble, then kisses across to the other one, enjoying every last inch of freckled skin he can touch. Hungry, George pulls the sun-warmed flesh between his lips to taste the sweet and salt of their day at the beach earlier.

As much as George loves Dream's arms and hands for the way they hold him so close, there's just something special about Dream's shoulders. They're so muscular, yet soft and pliant under George's lips.

And so, so broad.

When he's done, when he's had his fill of Dream's shoulders, George kisses Dream's neck and stirs a little more. Almost on instinct George rolls his hips again - just once - and smiles at the instant and very obvious effect in Dream's shorts.

"We should go to my room," Dream ruts up against him a little, and George whines at the payback he wasn't expecting.

"Not yet," George nuzzles into Dream again. Yeah, he wants what Dream is suggesting. He wants it quite a bit actually, but not right now.

Right now, George wants to lay here on top of Dream, kissing those beautiful broad shoulders over and over again.

Shoulders that hold so much. Too much sometimes, to the point of exhaustion.

Yet, no matter how weary Dream's shoulders get, he'll always be willing and able to hold George. To be his steady and safe harbor, his shelter in any storm.

8. is there anything that always turns them on?

Daemon talks dirty to her in Valyrian - it gets worse when they’re around people who don’t know their mother tongue because he’ll say the filthiest things and she’s sitting all prim and proper and ladylike while inside being “… 👀😏 yes please”

10. do they prioritize pleasuring others or pleasuring themself?

My girl can’t even daydream without Daemon’s approval. She lives for pleasuring him more than herself

14. favorite kinks (giving & receiving)

What he can hold in this fragile quiet are strands of Heliora's dishwater blonde hair, further softened and darkened in the dim. He doesn't know when his fingers first made their foray through her hair, brushing faintly along her scalp—only that she shivered, just once, and offered up the smallest of soft hums.

Without even a sliver of his sorcery, she slipped back into sleep. Her breathing slowed again, even as he worked his way through her hair over and over, watching the strands fall past the curve of her bare shoulder as he released them.

In the dead of night, they're the same hue as her spinal augmetics, just inches from his bare chest. Once, the sight of the metal novae through a crisscross of lace was enough to unravel his higher faculties, to leave him breathless and half-mad.

Fool he was, to believe such fascination to be the peak of this enchantment; to think the hollow when he left her then was the worst he'd have to endure.

What a thought—too far a fall to plunge into now, lest despair follow him into sleep when the floral scent of her hair could carry him there instead.

Not yet, though; not yet, while there is still light enough to watch the stars' glow play over these golden strands as they curve along his knuckles.

Not while the Lux in Obscuro hasn't reached them yet.

“What did you do to deserve this shift this time, Matt?” Techie slid up, making room for the radar tech. They’d been on shift together more than a few times, and while a lot of the other technicians found him abrasive, Techie found he quite liked spending time with Matt.

“I dunno, something about punching the break room vending machine.” Matt shrugged, settling down. “It wouldn’t give me my caf.”

“Hmph,” Techie sighed, “That explains why I couldn’t get any tonight.”

“Ah shit, sorry man. You want me to poke you or something if you start falling asleep?”

“Don’t bother, everything is running fine on my station and I need the sleep. Just let me know if any of the warning lights start.” Techie folded his arms and rested his chin on his chest. He was only going to doze a little while, and Matt would wake him if anything happened. He always did.

“Will do, you know me. I never sleep.” Matt said pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and turning to the radar array. Techie just nodded, settling down.

He awoke to the scent of shampoo and the tickling sensation of hair in his nostrils. Techie blinked his eyes open, wincing as they clicked to adjust to the dim light. He was warm, so warm, the heavy weight of Matt’s arm draped across him like a blanket.

Techie scraped his lower lip with his teeth, not entirely sure what to do. Matt’s face was more peaceful then he’d ever seen it and something about the flutter of his eyelids sent a jolt through Techie’s stomach. He glanced at the security feed, there was only half an hour of their shift left.

Reluctantly, Techie nudged at Matt with his elbow, “Hey, Matt. Shift’s almost over, you need to wake up.”

“Hmm?” Matt peered hazily up at Techie, glasses lopsided. His lips were softly parted and Techie had to fight to stop himself from catching his breath at the sight. Matt snuggled closer for a second before his brain seemed to catch up with the rest of him and he jolted to his feet.

“Shit, sorry! I didn’t mean- I only sat down for a second!”

Techie rose to his feet, catching ahold of Matt’s sleeve and placing his other hand on one shoulder to hold him still. “Relax Matt, it’s okay.” He smiled, “I slept really well actually.” He could feel the blood rising to his cheeks and decided to keep pushing forward before his own cowardice set in. “Maybe, we could do it again sometime?”

Matt raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways to where Techie’s hand still sat on his shoulder, “Like, sleep together?” He asked, cheeks colouring.

“I mean--” Techie could feel his nerves catching up with him and jerked his hand away, “--if you don’t want to that’s fine, I don’t know why you would, it’s just you were so warm and I slept so well and... let’s just forget I said anything okay?”

Matt pursed his lips, shuffling on his feet for a second before tentatively placing a hand at Techie’s elbow. Glancing up, Techie saw a small smile on Matt’s face as he turned them towards the door.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She used to be the type that would remember everything, for both good and ill, she is very observant. It would unnerve the scientists working with her, and a lot of heroes and vigilantes later on, even when it wasn't malicious. But you know, also means she's rather attentive to what you want and probably made her good at giving gifts when she wasn't purposely getting something bad.

Post Farm Kidnapping, her memories had been scrambled and she became more paranoid. More prone to getting lost to thought, and overthinking what she does see.Plus she doesn't get a good night's sleep, ever. Her tunnel vision doesn't help much either, she is more aware of the things that she is related to her plans than not. That being said, the longer she is around other people and reconnecting, instead of only just putting all her focus on her villain career, the more she goes back to how she was. Anything she is told she notes, files them away not only because she might be able to use it, but because deep down she still desires the connection that comes with it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Ah. Rather so. Despite her many plans and her tunnel vision, the few lines she will ever have is if people try to kill her loved ones. Harm is hard to avoid especially because of most of their occupations, but she is quick to throw herself in the way if she think the harm will catch them off guard or if she thinks they can't take it. She is also quick to eliminate the threat.

As for accepting protection herself? Well. She is still Sidestep at the end of the day so not well, you have to boiling frog her into that.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Oh very much so, it is her way of exerting control over herself. She uses her hair and makeup to cover the scars on her face, she covers herself in very nice, very feminine clothes to ensure she will not have it stripped from her again. She over shaves her body hair to feel like she has control over her body. She still doesn't think she looks nice, despite having the highest presentability score possible in the game. Dysphoria and self hatred will do that to you.

NSFW Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Not much of one, other than she probably perfers more intimate and private sex compared to what quickies usually imply. She usually follows her partner's lead libido wise, but there's always the fine line of her trauma to balance, I feel like it'd be easier to trigger her during those especially at the beginning of a relationship.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I will give her this one sex W, she can go for a rather long amount of time. She's in shape and focuses a lot on stamina as part her work outs. I'm too ace to give more specifics beyond that.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)