Minty 🌿

Sova

this man absolutely has a thing about size differences between him and his partner

even if he’s only a little bit bigger than them it still does things to him. He just likes the feeling of someone under him, completely surrounded by him, protected by him

he loves giving and will happily receive if you offer but likes to focus on you

hes big in every sense of the word so don’t worry if you can’t take all of him

he might have a little bit of a thing about primal but he’s so gentle all the time it barely counts

if you want him to be rough you really gotta ask and even then he’s worried he’ll hurt you by accident

traffic light system all the way baybeeeee

he likes missionary the most because he can see every inch of you and kiss all over

surprisingly vocal, he wants you to hear how good you make him feel

Cypher

We all know how much of a dirty talker cypher is gonna be

the things coming out of his mouth would have lucifer dripping wet

and that’s not the only thing he can do with his tongue ;)

fr tho he is so into praising and degrading his partner

the mask isn’t gonna come off for a while, he’s nervous, he’s insecure, a little bit paranoid

but give him some time and you’ll be able to see all of him

he likes to make you beg for him to touch you and he likes it more if you use his real name doing it

he likes taking it slow cos he just likes taking his sweet time and drawing every noise out of you

although if you’d like him to hurry up just tell him so and he will put every inch of his body to use in making you feel good

he also likes recording you giving him head; the way you look up at him (and the camera) makes his knees weak every time

Chamber

Wear his clothes please he wants to ruin you in them

He has the biggest fucking thing about his partner smelling like him and you know it’s a distinct smell too with this dudes expensive cologne

will mark you up with hickeys and little love bites and will let you do the same to him, just not above his collarbones

he likes to look professional as we know

mirror sex

hands on your hips, around your neck, probably would leave some light marks from how tight he holds you

its a mildly possessive thing

suck on his fingers please

he likes being the dom cos he likes the control and he prefers to pleasure his partner more than himself but he can be convinced to sub

and oh man

the breathy moans and whimpers he’ll let out only for you

edge him and he becomes a bitch in heat

he has a little shred of pride left tho so don’t expect him to beg, he won’t (punish him as you like for that)

Yoru

rough sex but in a loving way

he has a thing for biting you.. he won’t apologise if he draws blood

MIGHT have a thing about knife play but only if his partner is okay with it and even then it’s more for show than actual using

he likes quick casual sex, he’s not as much of a fan of loooooooong sessions

drag your nails down his back, he likes looking it at in the mirror after

he fucking loves getting head

and he can be persuaded to give oral back, just make sure you pull on his hair, it gets him riled up

hes a thigh man

let him fuck them and he will love you forever

not as into kissing, but will still give you lots to show his appreciation

oh and degradation, if that wasn’t already obvious, I mean it’s yoru we’re talking about

(he doesn’t mean it tho and he will never cross any line his partner sets up, he’s just being a little bitch)

Omen

PRIMAL BABY

he growls he snarls he pants like a dog in your ears

he’s careful about his claws but if you want him to use them he will

scratches you up a bit

i think he’d like doggy style the most cos he can pin you down so easily

hes not much for dirty talking but he makes up for it with the noises he makes

yknow how it’s kind of hinted at in some voice lines that he can feel emotions n stuff? (Like razes laughter, and ofc fear)

he can feel his partner’s pleasure

it only amps him up more

he very much likes to bring you to tears from overstimulation

has a breeding kink even though he can’t get anyone pregnant

he just likes the idea of fucking someone so full

and that someone is gonna be you!

has a thing about smells AND biting you. He wants you to smell like him and he’ll leave a nice bite mark or twenty to claim you

tbh I think he’d have a low sex drive on his own, but he’s more than willing to make his partner feel good if they’re needy

Phoenix

Keeps a fan pointed at his bed during sex because he will heat up and he doesn’t want his partner dying of heat stroke

hes not the best at oral but A for effort

those fingers tho 😳

it’s canon he’s a musician is all I’m saying

fr tho he can and will have you cum from his fingers alone

if you give him head he turns into the whiniest mess, that’s the quickest way to turn him into a sub

ass man

let him grab it

but he might just start playing with it tbh LMAO

he also likes tummies! Please let him finish on you, he thinks it’s so fucking hot

keeps a good rhythm when he’s fucking

sex with him includes lots of joking around and laughing, that’s just who he is

kiss his neck he will MELT

Kayo

he’s a robot and is lacking in a face and equipment down there

thank god strap ons exist

pro of being a robot: doesn’t tire and can go as long as you want

he doesn’t have a sex drive so you gotta tell him when you want it

he also had no idea how it worked so first he watched some ✨videos✨to get an idea

the first few times he will need some guidance on how to make you feel good, but he commits these to memory

its not long until he figures out what you like most

vibrating fingers anyone?

him participating in sex is entirely for his partner, so expect lots of praise

whatever you want he will do

he won’t admit that he does really like watching his partner masturbate

may or may not possess the ability to record what he sees

he only looks at it to see what you react to tho, he just wants to pleasure you the best way he can :>

Harbor

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again

hes a service top

slow sex, lots of praise, massaging

fucks you slow but deep

loves giving oral

but lets.. turn the tide (I’m so sorry AHA)

if you get this man to sub/bottom

he takes it like a challenge

you can drag it on as long as you want, he won’t cum

so how do you win? Overwhelm him

kiss him with a hand in his hair, stroke him or go down on him or fuck him, touch his chest he likes it

tell him he’s doing such a good job, make him watch himself come undone

he is still the king of aftercare but if you topped please help him lmao

his legs are jelly and he is too fucked out to think straight

Breach

He worries about hurting you with his arms tbh

or just being too rough with you

hes a big guy and he knows it

would prefer if you were on top of him, just gives him peace of mind

for all that breach is loud and chaotic, I really think he’d be into cuddlefucking or just holding his partner close to him

the braid comes out. It was an accident the first time but seeing him with mussed hair and blown eyes is a Look and it stays

honestly I think he’d be a switch. Whatever you’re down for, he’s down for

hes probably a try-everything-once kind of guy, don’t be surprised if y’all start getting intimate and he brings up something he read online that you’ve never heard of

he holds you like you’re this fragile thing he might break, please show him you’re not

loses his mind when you ride him

big fan of taking naps after sex, you can just collapse on top of him or roll over and he’ll bear hug you

Brimstone

vanilla tbh

but experienced

this man knows how to fuck and he knows how to fuck good

Used to like being called sir, the military mildly ruined that for him

he’s a hard dom, don’t expect this man to ever sub or anything

you could maybe get him to bottom, but never sub

has a thing for spanking and power play (another side affect of the military ahahaa)

doesn’t have a favourite position, he likes all of them

he likes feeling bigger than his partner

would choke you if you asked him to but he probably wouldn’t do it on his own

he fucking loves dirty talking and teasing

Sova

Sova was so tired. He could barely keep his eyes open when he was finishing up his last jog of the day, the shoulder he strained during a mission early that morning still aching in protest with every movement. Against your better wishes, he followed through with his usual schedule after leaving the infirmary. Sage gave him the all-clear to do so anyways, as long as he wasn't doing anything too strenuous with it. Besides, as soon as he returned from the track, he had full intentions of taking a hot shower and passing out in bed beside you.

Nothing too harsh on his arm was in the books.

Unfortunately for you, though, he finished a little earlier than anticipated. He heard the shower already running when he returned to his room, not truly processing that you weren't already buried beneath the sheets as he passed the bed and headed towards the bathroom. Maybe you had left it running for him so it would be hot when he returned- the water could take ages to heat up, after all.

He quite nearly called out a 'Thank you' over his shoulder as he rounded the corner, but the sight before him made his very breath freeze. You were leaned heavily against the tiled wall, biting your fist so hard he was afraid you'd draw blood. Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut, your chest heaving with every breath as your other hand worked rapidly between your thighs. His brain shut off and his mind went blank, the only things he seemed to process being how good you looked in the vanity mirror's warm light and the sound of water drumming across the ground.

Like an echo working in reverse back to its source, common sense slowly began to trickle back to him.

-need to leave, you haven't been seen so you need to leave, you haven't been seen so you need to leave.

He tore his gaze away from you and shook his head, slowly beginning to backtrack. He ignored the way his ears pricked at the stifled whimper that managed to escape you, ignored the sudden tightness of his pants, ignored the minuscule part of him that wanted to fumble out of his sweaty clothes and join you. All of his attention was poured into making his footsteps feather-light until he was softly shutting the door behind him.

He let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding, running a hand through his platinum hair. He was trying his best to control himself, but there were a few desires he couldn't seem to shake- the want to move your hand from your mouth and trace the teeth marks left behind with his tongue, to let his thicker fingers take place of your own, to feel your gasps against his neck as he slowly worked you to completion.

As luring as that all sounded, however, it felt wrong to simply invite himself in. Your private time was your private time- as much as his cock wanted to protest, he didn't want to do anything to intrude on you even more.

He took a few deep breaths, whether to steel his resolve or reign in his less-than-savory thoughts, he wasn't quite sure. But he leaned against the wall and folded his arms over his chest, listening to the soft hum of the water pipes and waiting for them to fall silent.

It wasn't until much later that he fiddled with the door knob before opening it, only letting himself walk in when you didn't call out for him to wait. He found you perched on the edge of the bed in your night clothes with a towel in hand.

"Hey Sasha," you said with a smile, lowering the towel from your hair. Your mouth flickered downwards slightly as you gave him a pointed look, Sova's gulp almost audible. He shifted the gym pack he held in his hands so it further covered his crotch. He returned your smile.

"Is something wrong?"

"Well... it's past ten," you started slowly.

Sova struggled to keep his expression neutral, waiting for your next words with bated breath. Perhaps you could tell he was waiting in the hallway the whole time. Or maybe he wasn't as quiet as he thought when he made his escape. If you thought you heard him and then figured out he was lingering outside the door for who knows how long, it would look terribly suspicious. Before he could dwell on it any further, you spoke again.

"You weren't pushing yourself too hard, were you?"

He had to prevent himself from slumping over in relief, instead leaning to give you a kiss on the forehead before walking towards the bathroom.

"I was only running, I promise."

"Good. I just got out, so the water should be warm for you."

"Perfect."

Despite his best efforts, Sova couldn't stop thinking about what he saw throughout the duration of his shower. He wasn't sure if relieving himself would count as extraneous activity, either, his shoulder throbbing almost teasingly as he willed himself to calm down.

Perhaps he'd finish off with a few minutes of cold water before getting out.

Yoru

Yoru couldn't remember what it was he went to your room for. A pen? A piece of paper? A ruler, maybe? The thought was completely lost on him, or at least it was the second he opened the door. Words of greeting died in his throat when he found you lying in your bed, splayed out on top of the sheets with an arm thrown over your eyes. Even from where he was standing, he could see how slick the vibrator in your grasp was. You moved the softly humming toy in tiny circles, your mouth going slightly agape with every silent moan.

Given you failed to hear the door open in the first place, he wasn't sure why he was still surprised when you also didn't hear him click it shut behind him. Or when he pulled the chair away from your desk, resting his arms on the backrest as he took a seat and locked his eyes on you. He wanted you to move your arm and discover him there for yourself, wanted you to realize with a squeak that you were no longer alone, wanted you to see the lust in his gaze as he watched you please yourself.

Unfortunately, though, Yoru was also a bit of an impatient man. After sitting in silence for several minutes, he grew tired of waiting and rolled his eyes. He opted to instead raise a fist to his mouth and loudly clear his throat.

A smirk spread across his face as you went abruptly stiff, blindly clicking the toy off and sitting up to face the source of the noise. Upon seeing it was Yoru, you let out a shaky sigh and leaned back, your hand hovering over your heart.

"You scared the shit out of me," you gulped, still breathless from your previous activities.

"Not even a knock? God..."

"Couldn't help myself, besides..." he trailed off, lazily stretching his back.

"I'm gonna come in unannounced every time now that I know you own that kind of thing."

He thoroughly enjoyed watching a blush bloom across your cheeks as you scrambled to cover up, burying the toy in the covers as you went about it. You were undoubtedly embarrassed, that much was obvious.

He figured there was another layer to this that went undiscussed, however. Only when you two had started dating did you truly let yourself begin to discover what you enjoyed, in the sexual sense. He had a feeling that masturbation was still something you weren't entirely proud of partaking in, which was honestly a damn shame.

Yoru rose from his chair as you continued to mumble obscenities about him, his hands gently gripping your blanket and preventing you from moving it any further. You immediately grew quiet and upon realizing he wasn't moving, worked up the courage to finally look at him. With his eyes not once leaving yours, he tossed the blanket to the side and exposed you once again. He let his gaze slowly drop, eyes roaming across your body appreciatively until he found what he was actually looking for. He plucked up the toy and, after admiring the remnants of your gleaming slick, handed it back to you.

"Why don't you keep going, hmm?"

You seemed speechless for a moment, both your hold on the vibrator and your jaw going slack. He settled himself on the side of your bed, his hand going up to cup the side of your face. He leaned in until he could feel your uneven exhales fan across his neck, his nose gliding along your cheekbone as he brought his lips to your ear.

"I like watching you," he said, his tone low.

"I think it's hot."

There was continued silence, but only for a moment. A pleased thrum spread all across his body he heard you turn the toy back on. He pulled away, leaning back to lounge on your mattress and enjoy the show. You tentatively lowered the vibrator back down to its previous spot, just ghosting your clit, and carefully gauged his expression. He purposefully licked his lips, enjoying your slight quiver at his actions as you let your eyes slide shut.

Yoru found himself watching intently as you resumed rubbing slow circles, the familiar sensation of heat pooling in his stomach. He slowly brought his hand down the front of his jeans, and while his member swelled appreciatively as he rocked against it, he found it wasn't truly what he wanted. With your knees wobbling and your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, it wasn't his satisfaction he longed to chase.

It was yours.

Just as your fingers began circling your entrance, he took a gentle hold of them. Your eyes fluttered open at his touch, your brows knitting together in confusion.

"Ryo? I, um, I need something to-"

He swallowed hard.

"Let me, then."

You stared at him for a moment before retracting your hand and letting it rest at your side. He stuck one of his fingers in his mouth, coating it in his saliva, before pulling it out with a wet pop. He could've sworn you shuddered at the sound, your reaction sending another shock of want through him.

He gently traced your folds, noting the wetness that was already there, before softly pushing in. Your walls felt unbelievably warm around him, fluttering slightly as he began to slowly pump his finger in and out. It wasn't much longer before he felt he could add another, now hovering over you on all fours so he had better control of his wrist.

Your eyes were squeezed shut at that point, his name escaping your lips between pants as you applied more pressure with the vibrator. He could tell you were getting close, pushing further into your inviting heat until he was just brushing that spongy spot inside you. Your hips jerked down at that, awarding his movements with a cry.

"I'm- if you keep that up, I'll- ngh, Ryo-"

"Do it then," he interrupted, licking his lips. His voice sounded hoarse even to him, but he couldn't help it. Hearing you say his name so breathless had his cock straining almost uncomfortably against the confines of his underwear.

"Don't hold back. Cum."

He could feel the exact moment you did. The fluttering from before morphed into a vice that drew a choked moan from him, your cunt practically suctioning his fingers in as you ground down on both him and the vibrator. He continued his movements as best as he could to help you ride it out, waiting until your stomach was trembling from overstimulation and you'd turned the toy off before finally pulling his hand away. You laid there relishing your post-orgasmic cloud nine, eventually reaching up to softly grab Yoru by the shirt.

"Do you... need some help?" You whispered, pulling him closer to you. He closed the space between the two of you with a soft kiss.

"I would greatly appreciate it."

Before you could even begin palming him over the fabric of his pants, though, he suddenly let out an annoyed sigh.

"Killjoy needs a highlighter, by the way."

Chamber

There wasn't a lot that made Chamber speechless. He always managed to pull out something witty when encountered with a smart remark, kept cool and collected during even the messiest of missions, and was always able to keep the banter going amongst his fellow agents when things got tense.

Yes, very little ever caught him off guard. Until now, that is.

He found himself leaning against the entryway of the locker room, his plans to collect his revolver from his locker for cleaning completely abandoned as he worked his jaw sore. You were straddling one of the many benches strewn throughout the room, tiny gasps escaping you as you slowly rocked your hips. It wasn't immediately noticeable, but after having stood there for a minute or two, Chamber realised you had a rolled towel beneath you. You were using it as something to grind your heat against, clad only in underwear and a filthy exercise top.

You probably weren't expecting him to be back so soon, let alone so early in the morning. He had been in Paris for the past few weeks handling some business in his old workshop- arranging for equipment to be transported back to the protocol, finishing up the last few orders that had been waiting, bidding his old clientele farewell. Although the work was fairly mundane, if not a little boring at times, he almost found it torturous.

There were very few things that felt better than you beneath him, so the time apart had been almost unbearable for him. Clearly, you were feeling the same.

He quit rutting his clothed crotch into his hand and finally pushed off the doorway, making his way into the room like a shadow. He relished in the soft mewls you were making as he seated himself on a bench directly perpendicular to yours, spreading his legs wide. It was certainly a much better place to admire the view before him. He silently unzipped his pants and pulled his aching cock free, gently running his fingers up and down his shaft.

You had yet to spot him, head thrown back in ecstasy and eyes closed. Your hands were wrapped around the towel, holding it steady as you bent your knees and pressed down on it with even more force. The sight nearly drew a groan out of him. He finally wrapped his fingers around his member in a loose grasp, giving it a few feather-light strokes.

Occasional phone sex could only scratch the itch so much. You probably tried to take out some of your sexual frustration in the sparing room, attacking the nearest punching bag with a vengeance until you felt tired enough to sleep. It was plain to see it hadn't quite done the job.

Your neck suddenly lolled back down and with a pinched sigh, your eyes finally fluttered open.

Chamber chuckled as your gaze met his, eyes going wide and mouth parting in shock. As much as you wanted to stop, a spike of need and embarrassment impaling your lungs, the best you could manage was to bring your rapid motions to a slow rock. You were so close to completion it almost hurt, a whimper escaping you. You wanted to cry out in frustration and elation all at once.

"Vincent," you whimpered, doubling over slightly.

"I- if I had known, I would've waited."

As if he could sense the tug-of-war you suddenly found yourself in, Chamber gave himself another languid pump from where he sat.

"Don't let me interrupt, mon chou. Please. Continue."

It took you a minute to compute his request, but a moan from Chamber as he continued to please himself finally snapped you out of your revere. You tentatively dragged your slowing hips back and forth, eyes glued to his as you found your rhythm once more. He muttered something in French and though he knew you couldn't understand, he could see the hairs on your arms standing up.

The movements of his hand quickened and you shamelessly stared, watching the quick up-down-up-down motions along the length of his impressive erection. You're undivided attention and that hunger in your eyes were almost enough to make him cream himself right there. He rolled his head over his shoulders with a drawn-out moan, the sound only increasing the desperation in your movements. You humped the towel beneath you like it was your job, breaths coming quick and uneven as you grew closer and closer to climax.

Chamber watched with a laser point stare, sweat beading on his brow. He could tell from the involuntary bucks of his hips that he was getting close.

"You're doing well," he urged you, his voice uncharacteristically gravelled.

"Vincent," you panted, arms trembling. He knew exactly what you were thinking, how you were longing for your hand to be in place of his. You were desperate to feel of every ridge and vein of his cock, the glide of his precome easing the way, the pulse of his shaft when he was right on the brink of release.

"Can I-"

Despite it all, you still had it in you to ask his permission. He grunted, now sloppily thrusting up into his own fist. The action nearly sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Listen to you, being so good. Yes."

That was all it took. With an expression that could rival every piece of art in the Louvre, you finally came. Your thighs squeezed as tight as they could around the bench, your hips dropping even lower as you rode out the aftershocks. Chamber came not too long after, a series of strangled grunts coming from him as he finished in his hand.

After taking a moment to collect his bearings, he shakily got to his feet and tucked himself back into his pants. He joined you on your bench and tilted your head up, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. It wasn't a kiss, so much as it was a clash of teeth and tongue, a declaration of how hard his time away was on the both of you. By the time he pulled away, he could taste iron on his tongue from where you'd accidentally bit his lip.

He brushed off your hushed apologies and held his hand up, still covered in his rapidly cooling spend.