#shadoom

[sonic-confessions-blog]

Never mind that it’s technically incest. There’s just something about them that makes my heart go a-flutter. <3

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[blaze-is-flawless-blog]

Hey, remember this?

I couldn’t see him anywhere, but I could hear his voice swarming all around me, and his omnipresence made me incredibly uncomfortable, more so than I’d like to admit.

“My, my,” he whispered, sending an awful shiver down my spine. Where the fuck was he? “You have come a long way, Shadow. I am so… proud.” And then the tingling, awful tingling, I felt it in my back, shaking my core. I felt hands sifting through back there, and I shifted, but no matter how much I moved the sensation wouldn’t disappear. “And now we shall progress onto the next phase of my plan. I must say, I wouldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

I tried to swat him away. I knew he was there, I knew he was touching me, but how? Couldn’t he just respect my space? “What is your plan, anyway?” I asked distractedly. I actually didn’t really give a damn, but I would do anything to prevent him from prattling on about my successes. I knew what I did, there was no need to rub it in. Black Doom knew that, I knew that, but he still wouldn’t fucking shut up.

“Does it really matter?” Whoa what when the fuck did he start talking in my ear? “All you need to do is follow my orders, like a good little hedgehog. You have been doing well so far; wouldn’t extra information only spoil it?”

“I think I have a right to know,” I snorted.

SLAP!

In hindsight, it was a bad idea to talk rudely to an evil overlord from another system. Fuck. I rubbed my jaw, trying not to look down at the fresh blood on my hands. Ow.

“You only have a right to anything if I say so!” Black Doom snapped, his image, grotesque, flashing before me briefly. I blinked, trying not to stare into the empty space. Ugh. He spoke again after a few tense moments of me trying not to kill myself, his tone softer, I think. “Did I hit you too hard? I didn’t mean to, really. Your comment just seemed a little… insensitive.” Like half of the things he says, I thought dryly.

And then, there was that terrifying moment when I felt his hand underneath my chin, where I really didn’t want it, and I stiffened. Oh god oh god what is he doing.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, which of course made me fucking panic to high heaven, “you’re still my favorite servant. I wouldn’t dare inflict grievous harm on you.” And of course he just continued to move onto freaky territory I didn’t want to explore right then when his hand shifted— I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it and god that made it so much worse— over to the corner of my lip, cupping around one of my cheeks. What is he doing?

“That’s… reassuring,” I responded in a low and dangerous tone. Go away. I may be serving you but that doesn’t mean you have the right to touch me in that—

And then he was just holding my face, and I supposed that weird sensation that I felt on my mouth was supposed to be a placeholder for his own and is he seriously kissing me what the fuck?

“I’m glad you think so…” I could feel his breath on my lips. “I wouldn’t want you too uncomfortable.”

I barely stifled a whine.