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🌸My special Cecilia🌸

A corrupted/yandere Venti/Barbatos x GN Reader. I will have separate parts for any seggy scenes for afab and amab.

This is part 1! Will be coming out will part ASAP!

⚠Warnings⚠: Yandere activities, violence, bloodplay, pet names(Cecilia/muse), hypnosis, suggestive (not quite NSFW)

Y/N was reborn as the Archon of Death and Decay, however they did not have a ceremony for this, they had died long before the destruction of Khaenri'ah and reborn. Due to the over all belief in the area they kept their power and abilities hidden all the while secretly learning how to use it.

The other Archons had no idea they existed and they preferred it that way, after all they just wanted to live as a human would.

Their abilities included a special vision of a black gooey liquid known as black blood, it was what's left of decaying bodies and can be manipulated into weapons and even into dead creatures, all creatures of course being half rotten corpses, however don't think they don't have strength, without the ability to feel pain or emotions these creatures can swiftly act better then living.

Y/N had noticed other Archons watching over Khaenri'ah and had a rising suspicion that unfortunately came true on the day of the attack, they couldn't keep their secret anymore and knew many would be disappointed but they couldn't let these gods destroy their home.

Morax attacked Y/N without care, not knowing anything only to he surprised by the strange and sudden vision power deflecting his own, the black good on his hands left over from the attack turned acidic, decaying his flesh at various fast rate,causing the god of Geo to hiss catching Barbatos attention. The two look down at what they thought was just another godless human to see a hidden Archon with a whole new vision, one that held quite the potential.

Y/N using their ability to summon the undead to fight with them, giving them yet another chance to redeem their city, their home.

The two Archons knew this battle would become more then they planned, they had to think, for a moment their strategies for this, with Morax thinking on ways to eliminate such an appointment without much knowledge to their existence or power, Barbatos' attention was more towards a playful yet surprisingly lusty look, a new Archon with no knowledge, a vulnerable new pawn, a new muse. He wanted the new Archon as his own pet, being faster then the rest he believes he can easily avoid the attacks and keep them for himself, why destroy such an inspiring Archon when they can be useful in other ways?

Barbatos was curious of the new Archon's powers and was eager to take his first taste.

Barbatos decided to play with this new Archon, they were interesting but too young to understand the true threat posed to them by their gods, this is perfect for him to use them to further his cause.

Flying towards them and able to quickly dodge and move past any attacks using his Anemo winds he was able to get right up and close to them before they could react. His face only inches away he swiftly pinned them down to the ground, at this point the undead fighters that was distracted by Morax dissolved back into a dark puddle without the god controlling them, now more focused on how this Archon got so close.

A downfall for Y/N is that they didn't study or care for the other Archons so they couldn't have known Barbatos or Moraxs abilities.

The Anemo Archon had a huge dark grin as he leaned close "My what a new cute muse I have for myself, do tell me what they call you and what that ability you have is~! " he didn't seem to care he was pretty much body against body and in range to be attacked, though he knows he has Y/N captured for now, captured in shock, curiosity and confusion. Another theory to the Bard is that maybe the blood also effects them, and that's why they haven't attacked, boldly stepping over lines and testing limits is what he lives for.

"Hmm?" He hummed, enjoying the lack of verbal response he continues to talk. "What are you called? Do you speak? " Y/N remained silent he smirked. "Don't worry little muse I'll make you talk soon enough" his blue and green like eyes shined in the dark chaos around them, he started to sing an unknown tune, Y/N didn't have time to react as they felt their body become tired, feeling limp and helpless to the other. As they started to fall unconscious they heard the Anemo Archon speak with his hand on their face "I can't wait to play with you , my muse."

As darkness overcame them, the last thing they heard was the laughing of the Archon before they faded out.

---x---

Y/N started to awake from their deep slumber, their eyes squinting before they even had a chance to open as the surrounding area was bright, they could barely open their eyes with out strain.

They found themselves in a large garden like area, laying on a bed of what looked to be a type of white flowers.. wait are these Cecilias? Does that mean they're in Mondstat? They rubbed their head as it ached, what.. what day is it.. wait the war!

They suddenly was flooded with the memories of their last conscious moments in Khaenri'ah, they quickly sat up only to groan in pain, their head throbbed, aching horribly.

"There's no need to rush getting up my little Cecilia, you need to take it slowly, after all you've been sleeping for.. hmm maybe 500 years? " the same taunting voice as from before, the Anemo Archon that took them down. Before they could try to turn towards the voice behind them they felt the Archons body pressed against their back, arms wrapped around them and resting his head on their shoulder. His hot breath sending shivers down their spine

"Don't you remember me? Don't say you already forgot the angel that sung you such a lovely lullaby, you slept so well, I almost thought you wouldn't wake up heh" the Archon chuckled "Where's my manners? Haven't even told you my name and I've known you for 500 years, how funny. I'm Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. Now will you grace me yours? I've been waiting so patiently" his delicate hands feeling up their body. Y/Ns mind raced, 500 years?? Where they asleep for that long? What about their beloved city..? They couldn't really process words, biting their lip to prevent tears from over flowing down their face.

The Archon's grip tightened slightly before relaxing and letting go of Y/N. Their heart clenched when he pulled away, his fingers gently caressing their lips. Y/N couldn't stop staring at the beautiful, deadly smile that stretched across his pale face as he stared at them. It was like looking into the sun, so intense, and so full of warmth and life, yet at the same time it was sinister, it was full of malice and hatred, Y/N felt a chill go through their spine, despite being completely alone. "Come little Cecilia, there are some things we must discuss." The Archons hand reaching out again. It's like they're captured by hypnosis, they couldn't pull their eyes from the Archon, however they had some resolve to keep their hands to themselves, refusing to go anywhere or to even touch him.

"There's so many things that you'll never understand

So come with me, we can change night into day

You'll hold my hand so you never go astray. The Archon said in a type of twisted poem, his voice was hypnotic, they could almost describe it feeling soft as silk yet sharp like a harps strings. His blue and green eyes stared at them edging them forward. Without much say, feeling the winds pushing them forward as they managed to stand somewhat, the Archon catching them before they could stumble. His eyes seemed to swallow them up, his arms holding them tightly against him.

He smiled showing his slightly sharp canines, his lips curling upwards exposing his twisted smile, he brought one hand to stroke their cheek, the other still holding their wrist as he stared deeply into their eyes, drinking it all up.

He was very close Y/N realized, they could smell his sweet floral scent as they stared deep into his eyes. His eyes seemingly asking a question, one asked many times before however they couldn't properly speak, as if the wind commanded it a soft whisper floats on its breeze " Y/N.." Their name slipped past their lips without realizing it.

"What a sweet name, now.. Y/N..you must realize by now it's been so long, you lost your battle back then, as a traitor most would want you killed.. " his hands dangerously graze their neck, giving it a teasing yet hard squeeze for a moment before letting go.

"However I feel you can be of use to me, so I kept you to myself, waiting. Now that you're awake, we can finally let the fun begin, though I can't have you trying to attack me or my friends can I? Oh what ever shall I do~? " he put a hand to his head dramatically before giving you a sinister smirk and giggling, as swift as the wind he pinned them down onto the soft Cecilia bed, his plush lips grazing their neck, his winds on either side of them pinning them pully still as if his body pressing against them wasn't enough. Shivering as they felt his warm tongue graze against their neck.

"I'll simply have to mark you, to put you under my spell, to seal away your power. Then you'll truly be all mine, no one else will be able to get near you, not even that overgrown lizard" he seemed to hiss the last part, was he talking of the Geo Archon you only briefly seen back then? How dare this Archon, they tried their hardest to resist the urge to hit him. To fight him until death did come, not wanting to let this evil god control their powers forever. But once again the wind was strong against their side, keeping them still in place.

"Your eyes give off a warriors fight, so strong, so.. delicious.. too bad you'll never fight again, now stay still my little Cecilia~" his honeyed words felt more like pins and needles as his teeth hurried themselves into Y/N neck, digging into them as of they're nothing but a sweet treat for him, his tongue lapping up the excess blood before they felt warm all over, their neck burned at the spot, their fighting spirit soon losing its grasp, it's ability to reach out. Letting out a soft groan from the pain yet strange pleasure spreading through them. This only fueling Barbatos as he giggled, their blood staining his lips and chin, licking his lips "You taste wonderfully my muse, as I expected." Dizziness seemed to take over, numbing lull and haze filled their mind. They had no fight anymore, the only thing that went through their mind seemed to be him, his voice, his face, his.. touch.

So gentle and soft, just like the petals brushing their skin softly, the only warning they had of the Archon grabbing them by the throat, lifting their feet in the air. "Now we should talk, don't you think? I have my own rules for traveling with me, unless you'll rather stay here, locked away in this garden all the time"

With that his hands released the choking grip he gave them, his voice threatened them yet seemed useless, they remained quiet.

"Still quiet? I'll be sure to change that later on, I'll love to hear all your little moans for me. But for now you'll listen close to me if you want to remain as beautiful as you are my muse, I'm only as forgiving as I am patient, it all runs out eventually~"

⚡You dare talk to me that way? ⚡

-FatuiScaramouche x FemReader

-Gift for my great friend @hitomisuzuya

⚠Warnings⚠:Choking, Rope Play, Dacryphilia, ElectroPlay, Degrading, Heavy NSFW themes.

Optional music!

"Scara.. please I didn't mean it in a bad way I promi- Ah~! " Y/N was interrupted as she felt the tightening of the ropes around her wrists, they felt like it was burning yet I didn't bother her in the way she thought it would, in fact it excited her more.

"Shut your whore mouth, you dare correct me in front of them and act like you didn't do a damn thing, acting all innocent as if you had any authority to be correcting me! " He hissed, that's right.. you remember, it was during a meeting with the Harbingers and most importantly the Tsaritsa. You where standing by Scaramouche while he sat at the table and spoke occasionally, however at some point he had accidentally said the name of the wrong town and of course being eager to help not realizing your grave mistake, you correct him. His electric purple eyes stare down at you with so much fury only saying ".. ah.. yes I mistaken.. " leaving it at that for now, it even made the Tsaritsa giggle at him, causing further humiliation, his cheeks adorning a light pink color as he moved his hat to cover his face.

Now you lay under the Balladeer, tied up and blindfolded as he punishes you for what you've done. Your soft body now tainted with numerous hickeys and bruises from his brutal lust, the sound of his breath fanning against your sensitive neck as his hands went to work, one pinching and pulling at your nipple and the other plunging two slender fingers into your already slick hole. He wasn't going easy either, his fingertips letting out electro shocks occasionally causing your body to react violently, jerking against him, whining and only adding to his already aching hard on against his shorts.

He groaned at the sight before him, he loved seeing you squirm under him. He removed his fingers from your heart and loosened the ones on your neck causing you to whine, not before feeling him plunge his aching member into you harshly, giving you no time to think. "Scara.. please I didn't mean it in a bad way I promi- Ah~! " Y/N was interrupted as she felt the tightening of the ropes around her wrists, they felt like it was burning yet I didn't bother her in the way she thought it would, in fact it excited her more.

"You're being such a needy slut, what did I expect though, you crave every touch I give you, even if I was to take the life giving air you would beg for more wouldn't you? " he said as his hand moved from your breast to your neck, his grip tightening some as all you could do was gasp and whine against him, trying to mutter but left speechless.

"Ah~! S-Scara~! " you moaned out almost in a scream as his hand tightening against your neck once more "That's right, yell my name, scream it and tell them who's in charge of you. Can't have them thinking you're in any position to be correcting or ordering me around again" he hissed as his thrusts where harsh, pounding into you relentlessly. The sound of his cock thrusting into your wet pussy filling your ears as you writhed against the pain and pleasure"Ah! S... Scara.. " he growled, as his free hand gripped your thigh pushing it against your chest, reaching further into you.

A wave of warmth ran through you as he thrusted harder inside you, causing you to moan louder."S... SCARA!" you screamed as he thrust into you faster and harder. Tears were now running down your face "Yes.. That's it! Say it!!" he shouts, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he neared his climax, yours following his as well. You could feel the tightness in your pussy squeezing around his length, urging him to move even quicker, just like he knew you would when he finally reached that spot. Just seconds away from cumming inside you.

Your cries of pleasure rang in his ears as he came over and over, releasing in you as he grunted loudly, your body twitching as yours followed. As his seed spilled into you. He slumped forward exhausted as you lay panting, sweaty, and sore, unable to move due to the tight binds you were bound in. He pulled himself out as he removed the ropes and blind fold.

"you'll be sure to remember what I taught you, unless you want this again" he said however he wasn't entirely opposed to giving you another lesson.

🌹Happy Valentine's Day! ❤

Hi there love! If you have time, could you write a Scaramouche x fem reader, where they hate each other so much, and then he fucks her till she can't speak anymore. W Dom Scara. Have a good day!

Of course! Trying to get back into writing after a long hiatus due to family and home issues!

Here's a hate fucking scara x fem reader NSFW!

Can't forget to tag my local scara simp @hitomisuzuya ❤

⚠WARNING:Hate fucking, harsh/rough love, scara being scara, breeding kink, pet kink⚠

It was late at night as the storm in Inazuma rolls, thunder strikes as the wrath of the Electro Archon could be felt in the air, even more so in the delusion factory where a certain harbinger resided. Scaramouche was appointed to watch over the factory, one of the very last things he wanted to be stuck with, maybe he should've been more.. friendly during the harbinger banquet, maybe then he couldn't gotten out of it, regardless he had a duty to uphold and another idea on his mind.

As the puppet thought he could hear the distant sound of fighting, great, the traveller Y/N arrived, how annoying. just what he needed, another annoyance, already had enough he had to work with the Doctor and Childe, now he must be rid of the traveller.

He waited for her to arrive to his domain, it was only a matter of time before she arrived and of course he would relish seeing her fall, but that's not what fate had in store for the two.

Y/N entered the room alone, she decided this was a fight even Paimon couldn't go with, a fight between her.. and the Balladeer.

"How dare you use people's lives for your profit!" she started, hand gripping her sword with nothing but vengeance for her dear friend. Scaramouche couldn't help but eat up the look, the anger, he loved it. wait.. loved it? no he can't get distracted.

"oh? did your pathetic friend die from it? must've been to weak.. like you" he laughed, only antagonizing the hero more, what he didn't expect was for her to attack already, coming at him with her sword he was able to grab her arm and deflect it, shoving her to the floor, he's much faster then her, with the power of electro he can move faster then she can blink. Once on the ground he stomped on her wrist making her drop the sword, hissing she clawed at his ankle but it was no use, he had her pinned.

His electric gaze sent shivers and strangely arousal through her as she gave him a scowl

"give up yet pest?" he hissed, arousal and anger was filling the air, "I can see you're ready to fight back and prove your worth" He continued his actions of stomping on her wrist again, "that means you have some backbone" he growled as Y/N struggled to get back into her feet

"What I have is not something I care to brag about" she said in return angerly, however when the two got close, scaramouche slamming her into the floor once more but this time holding her down with his hands, her legs on either side putting them in a situation, she could feel his hard on, something he tried to ignore, pathetic human emotions, he would say, but now its gotten him in a bind. "I wouldn't have guessed the Balladeer would get hard from this" she scowls causing his face to flush with both embarrassment and anger, but he couldn't deny the feeling, "or maybe I do know who you are, your true form" She snarls in disgust at him.

"And what might that be" he says with venom. Y/N smirks and sits herself straight up, she's getting more cocky now, and honestly it wasn't helping his already poor self control

"you're just a touch starved, horny angry man aren't you?" she remarks, snapping the last bit of restraint he had, growling he was determined to put this scum in her place

"I'll teach you to respect me, even if I have to break you over and over" he hissed beside her ear, biting harshly on her neck, his hips pushed forward causing her to gasp, a sharp moan leaving her throat as she squirmed in pleasure, she hated him and he hated her yet.. for that reason, they made each other stronger, the balladeers strength, their passion, they complemented and created each other.

Once started they knew they couldn't stop, his hands selfishly grabbing and pulling at her clothing, growls and groans filled the air as they moved around each other's bodies in a way they never thought possible. Her body was soft beneath his rough touches and gentle kisses, her breath coming in gasps and his lips on hers felt like heaven yet hell at the same time.

Once he pulled her clothing off he shoved her onto her stomach, taking control as the god he is, his cock throbbing against her wet pussy as he laughs at her submission, even if she was still struggling, he was the dominate one here, his tip flushed and leaking with precum as he pushed it against her entrance "fucking beg for me like the whore you are" he hissed, she resisted but she couldn't deny the throbbing need, weakly begging "please.. f-fuck! please just fuck me!" shamelessly begging before his thick cock slammed into her pussy, growling as his hands gripped her hips hard enough to cause his nails to scratch the skin, he thrusted hard and fast hitting her sweet spot, moaning loudly as her walls clenched around him, the feeling driving him insane. He pulled himself off from her slowly and threw away his discarded clothes, now fully naked he held her wrists above her head, assuming a new position before pressing his body onto hers, he thrusting hard and deep causing her to whimper, her pussy clenching around him as he mercilessly fucked into her, claiming her as his own.

"F-fuck! you're so damn tight, i-its like you want me to breed you don't you? " he hissed in a teasing tone, she groans as his hand tighten it's grip on her already sore wrists, his cock throbbed with need to release as she felt a knot began to tighten, causing her to cry out his name. He thrust harder until she cries with her orgasm, causing him to release his cum deep inside of her, she writhed under him, crying out in pain and pleasure as his cum filled her womb, his dick still buried within her pussy and balls.

"You're mine now little one, you belong to me and only me, " he murmured softly as she felt weak, he had almost forgotten his plan, nevertheless he had to make changes anyways, he can't just let her get in his way again.. maybe he can keep her as his pet.

XIAOOOO

are we seeing him. ARE WE SEEING HIM. LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT HIS ARMS LOOK AT HIS HANDS LOOK AT HIS FACE UGHHHHHHHH I LOVE XIAO

I draw and write off an on! My requests for both is open! Heres some of my art!

Someone send me requests for genshin because I need a reason to be distracted from my animation 😭 it's killing me, been at it for hours now. Pic of his smirking ass 🙄

Here's the Pregame Shuichi Saihara x Reader smut

Shuichi has always watched the Danganronpa Killing Games and fantasized about being in them, about being an Ultimate, specifically the Ultimate Detective. He's talked to others about this, which earned him harsh names like, Freak, Creep , Weirdo and Killer. The last one was mainly from the fact he said he wanted to make the most gruesome and painful murder. Shuichi never really liked anyone romantically until his senior year. A girl by the name Y/N L/N joined Springfield Academy as her beautiful H/C H/L and her E/C and her walk, it all begged him to ravage her. She's a very kind girl with the spirit of goddess, she surely will be perfect for Shuichi. Todays the day he will make his move, he got his usual uniform on along with his backpack and headed out towards school. He seen her talking to that boy Kokichi Oma. God he hated that boy, he's such a spineless boy. After his goddess left for class, he grabbed Kokichi by the collar of his shirt and gave him an angered look "what are you doing with my sweet goddess??" He almost yelled at him. 

"Y-you mean Y/N?" he said meekly "S-she's just m-my partner in a p-project! I-I'm sorry!" he whimpered and held his hands up. How can someone like her want to be his project buddy?? This is unacceptable! His eyes swirled in slight madness but before he could make his move, he heard someone coming towards them. "say nothing about this and ill let you go" He said as Kokichi nodded quickly and was released from Shuichi's death grip. It was Y/N that was coming back, she seen Shuichi and smiled with a slight blush "Hey Shuichi!" she exclaimed as Shuichi blushed almost like a school girl with a crush on a jock. "H-hey Y/N!" he smiled, "Hey Kokichi are you ok?" She asked him as she noticed her friend all shaking up. Kokichi looked at Shuichi quickly before nodded "y-yeah! But Y-Y/N I don't wanna d-do that project a-anymore with you.." he said trying to avoid all contact with both Shuichi and Y/N. Y/N was confused "why? you seemed really into I-" "I-I JUST D-DON'T WANT T-TO DO IT!' he yelled and ran off in the opposite direction of the school. Y/N seemed heartbroken from her friend's shout. 'Did I do something wrong..?' she thought to herself as tears rolled down her face as her first and only friend at this new school just ran away from her like she's some monster. Shuichi hugged her "its ok, he was always so mean to others" he said, "really..?" "yeah, he's always been that way, let me help you finish that project" he said in a caring and passionate voice. "really? Thank you Shuichi! You're a life saver!" She kissed his cheek and ran off to school. He stood there, hand on his face as his blush spread from ear to ear. He soon followed to the school.

Throughout the day they spoke often and planned that evening that he would help her finish the project. Each hour was more and more excruciating for him, he could barely keep his own excitement in his pants. 

As the school day ended, he couldn't be anymore excited or calm, as they walked home, he started to talk about the Danganronpa Killing games, and for once, someone wasn't scared or disgusted by this, she was actually a bigger fan then he was, was that even possible? Well to him its like heaven. Once they got to his home, he helped her with the project as he promised, though his pants couldn't get any tighter around him. They two finished the project fairly quick. "That's the last of it! Thank you so much Shuichi! Though I must get going, my family tends to get overworked up if I'm not home by 5pm" she then got up. 'That's it..? Just a simple thank you..? NO! That cant be it! He got up quickly as he pinned you to the wall, you yelped as his eyes stared into yours, your heartbeat got faster as your face flushed a deep pink. "S-Shuichi? What are you doing?" you asked as your voice is soft and low from fear. "A thank you wont satisfy me! I've been wanting to ram you since the day you entered the school, you now belong to me and only me, NO ONE ELSE!" he shouted as you flinched, yes you are scared but at the same time you're turned on by this erratic behavior. You did have a small crush on him since you met, but everyone kept saying he was a killer and creep so you never spoke to him all that much before today. His hand groped your right breast as the other felt your behind, he slipped your underwear off and tossed it. He then licked up from your open blouse to your neck, he sucked on it for while to make it deep blueish color. His eyes half closed yet filled with such lust. Within seconds he undid his pants to release his pulsing member. "W-Wait, I-I don't h-have a change of c-clothe-" Before you could finish your sentence, he slammed into your womanhood, piercing the small wall that once stood, making you tense up with small cries. He's so deep into lust and despair to realize your pain and continued to roughly thrust, his moans are from quiet as his easily over powered yours, filling the room with the smell of sex and the sounds of it. You soon felt more pleasure then pain as he gripped your bottom and shoved you closer to him his head on the wall, leaning against it to feel you and him from falling. Even with limited movement, he still thrusted into like there's no tomorrow, with each thrust, his member pulsed. He groaned as he got closer, you started to worry on the chance of pregnancy, "S-Shuichi, P-pull MhM out!" you pleaded trying to be audible only for the plead to fall deaf to his ears as he groaned and released his seed into your womb, filing it completely. His thrusts became softer and slower until he stopped. He pulled out as his seed spilled out, though it wasn't all of it. His rough actions left you dazed beyond conscious. He layed you onto the bed as he then thought about the game, if he was to join it, he may not make it out alive. What would his precious Y/N think if she was to see him die. He then laughed, "that wont happen..because ill be the Ultimate Detective!" 

that was 1137 words! This took about 3 hours to write because I kept getting distracted! Hope you liked it! 

can i get smut headcanons or a one shot for Invader Zim?? I’ve been looking in the dark web (wattpad and tumblr😔) and can’t find any :(

feel free to take your time, and stay hydrated and healthy!

Ofc! There is a lack of Zim content 😭 I written a one shot for Zim! Been awhile but hope I'm still as good 🥺

Fem! Reader x Zim

⚠WARNING⚠:Abduction, Ovipositor, breeding, Eggs, Smut

Zim skulked around his laboratory, his large, crimson eyes narrowed as he scanned his control panel with a devious focus. A recent wave of human interactions had sparked a new curiosity in him: “pairing” was something entirely foreign to Irkens. They were made for conquest and war, with no distractions or attachments. And yet, he saw it in humans everywhere—such bonds, so distractingly nonsensical, so… intriguing. How had these Earthlings managed to thrive with so much… emotion?

And then there was you.

Zim had observed you with interest, though you were quite unlike that Dib human with his ridiculous obsession with proving Zim’s “alien-ness.” No, you were different. Your fascination with extraterrestrial life was genuine, without that irritating need to capture or expose. It was peculiar, almost foolishly open-minded… but it had given him an idea.

“Gir!” Zim called out, his voice sharp but with a hint of excitement. Gir appeared out of nowhere, somersaulting into view with his usual enthusiasm.

“Yes, my lord?” Gir squeaked, holding a taco he’d somehow acquired without leaving the base.

“Prepare the ship!” Zim declared, his eyes gleaming. “We have a mission of… abduction!”

Gir’s eyes sparkled. “Ooooh! Abduction! Who we grabbin’, Zim? Is it the big-headed boy?” he asked, bouncing up and down.

“No, no, no!” Zim scowled, gesturing wildly. “This human isn’t a pest like Dib! This one… this one actually seems to like aliens!” He hissed the last word as if it were the strangest revelation in the world.

Gir gasped, his eyes widening. “They like aliens?” He threw his arms around Zim in excitement. “Yay, new friend!”

Zim pushed him off, huffing in irritation but unable to hide a smirk. “Yes, yes! Now, enough hugs! We must do this with precision and stealth!” He climbed into his tiny spaceship, Gir clambering in beside him, still clutching his taco and humming with glee.

Moments later, you were standing in your room, stargazing through your window, unaware of the ship descending toward your neighborhood. You’d always loved the idea of life beyond Earth, imagining what otherworldly beings might be like. But as Zim’s ship hovered silently above your house, you would soon realize that reality was much stranger than anything you could have imagined.

Before you knew it, a soft green light engulfed you, lifting you gently off your feet. Your heart raced, a mix of terror and excitement flooding your senses. This was it! A real alien abduction!

As you ascended toward the ship, you could just make out a tiny green figure with large, bug-like eyes and a big, gleeful smile—accompanied by an even smaller robot in a dog costume, waving excitedly at you.

“Welcome, human!” Zim announced triumphantly, his voice echoing dramatically. “You are now in the presence of ZIM! Fear not! I have no intentions of dissecting you… yet!”

Gir skipped around you, giggling uncontrollably. “Hi! Do you like tacos? Can we be best friends?”

Zim groaned. “Gir, compose yourself! We have a mission of SCIENCE!” But he couldn’t help glancing at you with curiosity, taking in your surprised but delighted expression. Humans were strange indeed—but maybe, just maybe, this one would help him understand them.

The base was strangely quiet as Zim guided you into a sterile-looking room, dimly lit by a few screens blinking erratically on the walls. He moved with an almost uncharacteristic calm, but his crimson eyes were alight with that manic curiosity that you’d seen in him before.

“Sit there, human,” he commanded, gesturing toward a peculiar-looking chair. You hesitated, noting the odd assortment of machinery surrounding it, each piece connected to the chair by tangles of wires. Zim’s expression held an unsettling intensity as he fussed with a few dials, muttering to himself, “Fascinating… so very odd, these humans…”

When he glanced back at you, his tone softened, though his voice still carried a slightly condescending lilt. “You should be honored, human! You are about to assist ZIM in unlocking the mystery of human ‘pairing’… and whatever purpose it may serve.”

He leaned in, examining you with those unnervingly bright eyes, his face far too close for comfort. “Humans are curious creatures… forming attachments for no strategic purpose, no tactical advantage,” he said, as if the concept itself was a foreign toxin. “And yet—there is something to it, isn’t there? These attachments… these connections you cling to.”

The alien strapped an odd, dome-shaped helmet over your head, wires dangling from its sides, some with tiny electrodes that pressed lightly against your temples. As he adjusted the helmet, he continued his monologue, almost to himself. “You Earthlings cling to each other, not because you are forced to… but because you want to. And I, the all-powerful Zim, intend to understand it.”

He adjusted a monitor beside the chair, the screen casting a soft glow over his face. “Prepare yourself, human! Zim shall now probe the depths of your mind.” His words would’ve sounded threatening if it weren’t for the strange fascination in his voice, as though he himself was teetering on the edge of some grand revelation he didn’t quite grasp.

With a flick of his clawed finger, Zim activated the machine. You felt a soft hum, a gentle pulsing of light from the monitor. The screen before him began to flash images—scenes of people embracing, holding hands, sharing close moments. As each image blinked by, Zim’s expression shifted from smug triumph to bewilderment.

“These… interactions…” he muttered, eyes narrowing. “Why would a creature seek such vulnerability? Why rely on… on another for comfort?” He practically spat the word, as if he couldn’t comprehend its meaning, and yet… something in his expression softened. His gaze flicked from the screen to you, eyes probing, intense. “Explain it to me,” he demanded, though his voice was quieter than before. “Why does your kind… choose this?”

The screen continued its cascade of images, and for a fleeting moment, Zim’s façade of unbreakable ego faltered. You could see the alien’s frustration—yet also a trace of reluctant curiosity, as if something in him was drawn to this strange phenomenon, against his own programming.

To make the setting feel more intimate while keeping Zim in character, you could gradually shift the focus from his cold, clinical approach to something that intrigues him on a more personal level. This builds tension naturally, as Zim becomes less of an “alien scientist” and more genuinely curious about you as an individual. Here’s how you could make that transition:

Zim stared at the screen, silent, as images of human intimacy—hands interlocking, gentle touches, close gazes—flashed across it. His intense eyes flicked back and forth, analyzing each scene with a growing sense of perplexity and, perhaps, the slightest hint of intrigue. For a few moments, he was still, deep in thought.

Then, as if reaching some decision, he abruptly turned the machine off. The room fell into a quiet hum, leaving only the faint glow of the monitor lighting the space between you.

Zim’s gaze shifted to you, his eyes a little softer, though still guarded. He spoke, his voice lower, more thoughtful than before. “These attachments…” he began, his usual confidence giving way to something almost hesitant, “are all a… choice? A decision you make?”

You nodded, unsure where he was leading with this question. He tilted his head, his antennae twitching as he continued to study you with that intense curiosity, but now it seemed more directed at you than the concept of “human pairing” itself.

“Humans willingly place themselves in such vulnerable situations,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. He took a hesitant step closer, his gaze flickering over you with both fascination and wariness. “They seek comfort… and understanding?” He sounded almost skeptical, as if he couldn’t quite believe that such things could be desirable.

The silence between you grew. Zim, though he usually carried himself with sharp arrogance, now seemed conflicted, unsure of how to proceed. You could sense his curiosity deepening, yet he was clearly out of his element.

“What would it…” His words trailed off, and for a moment, he just stared, a hint of vulnerability in his expression. “What would it mean,” he tried again, “for an Irken to… to attempt such an interaction?”

He sat down across from you, for once lacking his usual commanding posture. Instead, he looked almost… uncertain, a question in his eyes that he couldn’t quite bring himself to ask aloud.

“Explain it to me,” he whispered, his voice unusually soft, “this need to understand each other, to… to feel close.”

The quiet hum of the base faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in the dim glow. Zim’s sharp, alien features softened slightly in the shadows, and for the first time, he seemed to be listening, truly listening, waiting to hear your answer. This shift, subtle yet deeply personal, began to dissolve the clinical walls of his laboratory, creating a rare, vulnerable space for both of you.

“it's.. Hard to explain but.. “ you think for a moment, truly lost at the explanation yet it seemed he's so eager to know, to.. Experience it with you, it made your heart race and mind fuzzy at the thought of being with an alien.. Being with him.

“Yes.. People ‘pair’ together because they feel.. Love and trusting with them. And well, some pair for the.. Intimate expect of it” You explain the best you could we Zim seem interested in the last part “Intimate? Touching?” He spoke closing in on you, removing the helmet that he had for the machine

“Then present yourself to me, I'll be your filthy mate human” he spoke with authority as if demanding, yet you found no issue in it as his gloved hands reached out to touch your face before you leaned in to kiss him, catching him by surprise yet he kissed back, harshly too, wanting to dominate you as your invader.

He pulls you onto an examination table, the closest and clean surface as everything else is covered by machinery, his hands grip and pull at your clothing, Zim’s eyes were an intense, otherworldly red—sharp and brilliant, almost like the glow of molten metal. They held a fierce, focused light, their color shifting subtly with his emotions, flashing with irritation or narrowing in suspicion. In rare, unguarded moments, a softer glint would appear in them, like a spark dulled just slightly, as if he were capable of more than just calculated contempt.

When he looked at you now, the red had an almost hypnotic depth, somewhere between curiosity and a hint of something he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—admit. His gaze was piercing and unwavering, yet it held a new, cautious warmth, as though he were seeing you for the first time in a way he didn’t entirely understand. His leather gloves felt chillingly cold as he pulled your clothing off with a loud rip,disregarding any attachment you might've had to the outfit, now gazing down at your body with a hunger.

“Humans are..fascinating..” He murmurs as his hands down your body, groping and feeling before latching onto your neck, wanting to mark you, wanting to make you his. You couldn't help but moan and squirm under his touch, what surprised you the most was feeling something cold and wet against your thigh but before you could see what it was his lips crashed into yours, a harsh dominating kiss,his lips was cold as they mix with your warm lips.

His grip and kiss spoke volumes, he's in charge, he is your invader.

“Stay still human.. “ he spoke in a hiss, you feel the same cold feeling press against your wet hole, finally getting a look you see he had an ovipositor rather then a traditional cock. Within seconds he pushed in, his ovipositor easily slid into you with the lube like substance on it. His groans and growls muffled by your neck as he quickly picked up pace, fucking into you like an animal in heat, who knew a species made by machines could be so passionate and rough? Your moans mix with his as his ovipositor pulses, growing close he curses in his language before growling “cum with me human!” as up ur pussy clamps against his ovipositor it nestled deep within your waiting womb as you felt small gelatin like eggs push through and into your womb, after about 4 he would spurt a chilling cold cum to fill the rest of the space before pulling out. His hand holding onto your stomach, his young waiting inside

“You're mine now human~” he.. Purred almost as he held you close to him.