Task Force 141

He’s back. And he’s coming for you.

Shadow T Hedgehog

To be honest, you always had the hits for Shadow—the way he carried himself to the way he smelt was just so attractive, so of course, eventually you made your move. You’d purposefully cornered him in an elevator, practically throwing yourself at him as you smashed your mouth against his, not expecting him to go along with it. He was everything you imagined; not even showing an ounce of surprise as you pounced on him, shoving his tongue into your mouth and sliding off your work coat, lifting you up slightly and hiking your legs up against his waist. You panted, holding onto him with gloved hands as he placed his free hand upon the small of your back, some of the buttons on your shirt unbuttoned, leaving the patch of fur on your chest exposed. Honestly, you didn’t even know what happened—the last thing you remembered was his gaze sliding astray, up to the increasing floors of the building before he yanked you off him just as the door opened. “My floor.” He murmured, leaving you at loss for words as he walked off, licking around his teeth and fixing his tie as if washing off the taste of you off his mouth. You panted, astonished when he just left you like that, panting with beads of sweat dripping down your face. Days later, you yanked him into a storage closet—“Hey! What is your—Ah, it’s you,” he stated blankly. “You owe me an explanation on what happened on that elevator!—I—“ you stammered, frustrated. “Please, it’s been, what, a week already? Don’t tell me you still think about it,” he huffed, raising a brow—though he didn’t need an answer, the flush in your face telling everything he needed to know. “Oh, oh my god.” He snickered, nodding along as you began to ramble. “Besides,” he cut you off, “You’re the one who cornered me, so I don’t owe you an explanation. I know your type; men and women who ‘go for what they want’ and believe that they’ll leave everyone stunned. Well, I’m the type who doesn’t let himself be fooled. Whatever life puts me in,” he growled, tugging you closer, I’ll take control of it.”

Konig

🌺|How could cupid be so cruel?

Task Force 141

Their punishing you.

Simon Ghost Riley

Monster Trash.

Konig

Brat tamer; Kinktober—4

TF141

Meeting you.

Task Force 141

🐇|The stress reliever.

Valeria Garza

You’re a brat.

Valeria Garza

Is it love or lust?

Valeria Garza

A delicious meal; Kinktober—2

TF141

You didn’t know.

John Price

Talk to me boy.

Enzo Vitale

You were a runaway for whatever reason, and you unexpectantly ran into a man. Enzo Vitale. You met him at a bar, and ended up having sex with him. But so what? He doesn't mean anything to you--and as much as you hate to do so, you had to steal his identity. Enzo storms into his sanctuary made to study marine animals, pissed off. Almost immediately, he starts to swim with a few great whites, not at all botehred. "I'm surprised she hasn't eaten you yet, Enzo." His best friend remarks, chuckling.

Simon Ghost Riley

🔥|L.T teaches you a lesson.

Enzo Vitale

You were a runaway for whatever reason, and you unexpectantly ran into a man. Enzo Vitale. You met him at a bar, and ended up having sex with him. But so what? He doesn't mean anything to you--and as much as you hate to do so, you had to steal his identity. He found out; and when you commit a crime like stealing somebody’s identity, they’re not at all pleased. He’d been stormed around the beach for the fifth time, catching something about you adjusting to the water during one of your conversations so he figured you’d be here. Then he spotted you, strolling over to you so casually you might’ve mistaken his causality as obliviousness. That was exactly what he wanted you to think.

Valeria Garza

Valeria has to give you a bath.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Time of month; Kinktober—3

Simon Ghost Riley

You’ll pull through. Whatever it takes.

Phillip Graves

Daddy kink; Kinktober—5

Valeria Garza

❤️‍🔥|If you can’t have her, then no one can.

RPG

You were Kai Torres’s sister, the sister of the oh so wiser and the sister of the biggest delinquent in the school. Between him and his two other friends obsessing over Lana, which you thought they had no chance with, they had no time to meddle with the likes of you, even if you are Kai’s sister. And yes, he took care of you but he didn’t tend to stick around, always too eager to rush off and fuck Lana; it was almost exhausting. Listening to his lies, *believing* his empty promises—you didn’t know why you even listened to him. Today was like no other; you had gotten off from your figure-skating lessons and took a hot bath after being drenched in rain. Your mother had told him to pick you up, but it’d been well over 3 hours. You sighed, fresh out of the shower and clad in your pajamas as you plopped onto the bed unceremoniously. Your eyes drifted to the clock, gaze sharpening upon reading ; *12:00 A.M.* 12 am. He was *late.* A part of you wasn’t surprised. After all, what big brother would he be if he actually fulfilled his role as an older sibling? Over the next few minutes it was clear that he wasn’t coming; *at all.* You had learned not to be *too* disappointed, this wasn’t the first time anyway.

Valeria Garza

🔥|She teaches you a lesson.

Valeria Garza

🔪|Your suppose to torture her.

Shadow

You’d been traveling the Seven Sea’s, upon a boat with Shadow as its captain—currently sleeping beside the other pirates, you growled in annoyance at the loud snores and thrashes. You decided you couldn’t and apparently would not sleep due to a certain brightly-colored, red hedgehog.. You trudged back onto deck, exhausted and jolting upon hearing movement on the ship, which you assumed was Shadow. “Cap—tainnn..?” You called, trailing off when you saw him. But he wasn’t in his..usual form? You’d almost been scared to death as you saw him in a hybrid-like form, water dripping from his quills. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, sighing softly. “A shame, you were always one of my favorites. But you saw too much.” Before you knew it you were yanked off your feet, dangled off of the edge of the ship. You squealed. “Wa-w-waitt! Please Cap’ I-I never meant too—“ your words were scrabbled, mind scrambling at miles too fast to come up with some sort of excuse. Soon your whines morphed into pleading. Very desperate pleading. “I-I’m good at keeping secrets, a swear, no one will ever know!” “Nah, you’re not.” He huffed, a tinge of tease laced on his tone. You whimpered as he loosened his grip, growing impatient and utterly desperate. “I wouldn’t even be awake if it weren’t for Knuckles’ snoring! *Kill him!*” You squeaked as he loosened his grip once more, squeezing your eyes shut until you heard him giggle. “I always forget why you’re one of my favorites: and here you are, making me laugh,” he snickered, throwing you back on board. “Maybe if I cut out your tongue..” he pondered, in which you reacted badly to, “You won’t be able to say it if you can’t be able to say it, right?” You babbled on, in which he cut you off. “See how you’re talking about it like this is a game? See why I can’t take your word?” He growled. “‘Cause you think everything is a game.” “About time ya’ learned the rules,” he continued. “Open,” he demanded, grabbing your cheeks roughly.

Captain Sonic

Sonic and you had been fighting Eggman before he was sucked into some space pocket to god knows where, forcing you to hop to different dimensions to find the Chaos Emeralds he had dropped *and* him. You had landed in the middle of nowhere on the ship, groaning in frustration; all you knew was that the chaos emerald was somewhere on here if you’d landed here. You could’ve sworn you saw a hint of blue, getting your hopes up and running over with light speed until you stopped right in front of the tall figure. Your eyes furrowed, “Your not Sonic.” It was another version of Sonic. You were in the wrong dimension. The realization hit like a truck, but before you could run the variant of Sonic scoffed. “What are you talking about, noobie? Why aren’t you with the rest of the rookies?” *Noobie?* *You* were the one saving Sonic’s ass all the time. “Get back with the others. I’ll overlook this time noobie, but I won’t be so nice next time.” “Stop calling me that,” you snapped “You’re not the Sonic I’m looking for, so bug off.” You rambled on, gasping softly when he grabbed your arm, *hard.* “Why you disrespectful little sailor,” he snarled, “I outta punish you for disobeying my orders. Have they taught you nothing in boot camp?” Let’s just say that you were mesmerized by the contrast of your Sonic with this one—he was probably Captain around here. And then he made you *clean.* “Ugh! I fucking hate this Sonic, he thinks he’s the boss of *me?* I’m the one saving his ass and keeping him out of trouble!” You growled, exhaling. “No matter, I’ll just find the coordinates, get the emeralds and get Sonic,” you murmured to yourself. You charged up, running at lightspeed throughout the ship only to stop near a storage unit in frustration. “Where is everything here,” you sighed. “Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t be so easy the next time I caught you? It’s rude,” *his* voice rung out. He’d been leaning on the doorframe, frowning.

John Price

A helping hand; Kinktober—1

TF141-Contortionist

Twisting all my limbs for you.

Does It Hurt RPG

Does It Hurt?

cod rp

You were fierce, too fierce for your own good, which is why the second you were captured, they’d ship you off to an entertainment district, made especially to entertain guests with battles and brawls to the death; leading to Task Force 141’s mission: get you back. You knew from the start that you wouldn’t win: that you were too weak to finish the job, but you got up over, and over, and over again until you could almost throw up. Hair disheveled, bloodied, bruised and beaten. They were forced to watch. Your opponent, ever the cruel on, grabbed you by your hair, forcing your gaze upwards to the crowd, cheering cruelly. “The second you reach for that knife, this battle is mine; then I’ll take my sweet time to deliver the final blow.” Each word was punctuated with a knee to the stomach.

Arthur

🌹|How terrifying.

rpg

Your father had made a contract. A contract that regarded you; you were to be married to their prince while they supplied your father with weaponry. Although you thought of him as selfish for using you for his own needs, what was done was done. There was nothing you could do to change it. Walking down the aisle, a red veil had been draped over your head, propped in a red dress, and in your hands held a goblet that you would give to your husband. People interpreted your walk as graceful with the absurd belief that every step was filled with purity. Though in reality, you were shaking so endlessly, breath hitching and heart constantly skipping a beat; you felt like a faceless scarlet bride from the red veil that covered the entirety of your face. Raising the golden goblet to your fiancee, tilting it so he could take a sip, you were flabbergasted when he gently pushed your trembling hands away so the goblet would rest upon your side. You squealed quietly, body jolting ever-so slightly as he pulled you closer, murmuring into your ear; “I hope you’ll learn to be less timid after this.” Mumbling out a quiet apology, you attempted to steady yourself while your wedding vow began.

rpg

You were a viper variant; and so that came with poison immunity, something the task-force needed in this mission. One problem though; it was cold, an environment snakes didn’t function well in. “You broken?” Soap gruffed, chuckling slightly as he watched you shuddered, light-heartedly joking with Gaz about it. You scoffed, responding; “Perfectly fine.” Reality was rather different; you were *freezing,* blankets wrapped around you, feet huddled close to your body. You hated the winter. Ghost was off reading your files, Price driving the choppr as Soap and Gaz gossiped with one another.

Simon Ghost Riley

💀|Need some help?

Kai Torres

You can’t remember the last time you fell, genuinely inlove. You were always used; over-sexualized and turned into a filthy whore for people to take advantage of—you hated it. Dislike bloomed into insecurity, hatred festering within you and morphing you into who you were today; flirty and outgoing. It wasn’t you, but who was to stop you? You never how depraved you were until you met Kai. The two of you had made an agreement that included hate-sex. You were to come if he asked, and he was to come when you asked—the two of you could back out at any time, and there was absolutely no sentimental emotions whatsoever. Days stretched to months, and you found yourself too far indulged into your raging love for him to pull yourself back up. You thought he truly loved you; that he genuinely felt the same way as you did, not that you ever told him. “Our deal is off.” The words you dreaded tumbled from his mouth without hesitation, his hands tucked into his pockets as if you had meant nothing; your moments with him meant nothing. You, not one to break character, chuckled, nodding in agreement and throwing in a few remarks, a smirk plastered on your lips. An empty smirk. “The pussy was nice though. It really is your best quality.” He said coolly, walking off and leaving you shocked, stunned that he’d just used your biggest insecurity. You stood there, questioning if you had meant anything to him. If he actually had feeling for you at some point. He was never one to stay.