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Happy Birthday Scaramouche!

Here's a quick smut I made with the help of my smut soul mate @hitomisuzuya

⚠WARNING⚠:Kidnapping, Obsessive, Stalking, Breeding, Yandere tendacies, collar usage, bondage.

It was a dark night, the air heavy with anticipation. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the room, as if hinting at the secrets it held. Tonight was no ordinary night—it was Scaramouche's birthday.

You had always known Scaramouche, your college acquaintance, to be a mysterious and brooding figure. He had a habit of lurking in the shadows, watching you from afar, an enigmatic presence that never failed to pique your curiosity. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his gaze lingered upon you, that stirred emotions deep within your core.

His melancholic demeanor, though unconventional, only made you feel more cherished. To be the recipient of such unwavering attention from a man who rarely smiled was a privilege you held dear. It was as if, in those rare moments when his lips curved upwards, the world stood still and the warmth of his smile illuminated your very being.

But tonight, as the clock struck midnight, a shift in the atmosphere was palpable. The room seemed to hold its breath as Scaramouche approached, shedding his layers of mystery along with his clothing. His presence was both alluring and intimidating, a potent combination that sent shivers down your spine.

You should've seen this coming really, the way he watches over you so often, you now find yourself tied and naked in his bed, dark purple ropes tired your body like a piece of art, your neck adorned a special collar, you could hear the jingle from Scaras outfit as he entered the room with a sly smirk, his electric eyes trained on your exposed and aroused form, despite all the red flags he was just so..addicting.

As his eyes locked onto your exposed and vulnerable form, a devious smirk graced his lips. The dark purple ropes that adorned your body accentuated the artistry of his control, a visual testament to the power he held over you. It was a sight that would have sent alarm bells ringing for anyone else, but for you, it only fueled the flames of desire.

Despite the occasional pain that accompanied your connection with Scaramouche, it was an addiction you couldn't resist. You craved the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, the way it made your heart race and your senses come alive. You were willing to dive headfirst into the depths of his darkness, knowing that it was within those shadows that you found your own twisted version of happiness.

And as Scaramouche hovered over you, his aroused form mirroring your own, the room filled with an electric tension. His words, dripping with both contempt and adoration, filled the air. This was his special birthday present, a gift that showcased your complete surrender to his desires.

In this precarious dance between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, you couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that you had the power to make Scaramouche, the enigmatic figure who held your heart, blush.

"such a pathetic whore, all bare for me, such a sweet birthday present you gotten me" he purred as he hovered over you, his cock efrect and standing proud, leaking precum at the sight, he's been watching you for so long, fishing his cock at the sight, sometimes to your panties when he can steal them, and now on his birthday, a day he hated before, now become a bittersweet event with you around as his bittersweet love. His eyes never leaving your skin as he slid the tip of his tongue into your welcoming opening, he groaned softly at your wetness, he loved the taste of you on his tongue. This is something you shared, your passion and affection for each other, you two were inseparable, you two made each other stronger and happier than ever before. You squirmed and moaned feeling his tongue roughly lick and push into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly, his eyes trained to look at yours while he ate you out, wanting to see you squirm before him. You had such pretty eyes, and he loved your eyes, they suited you perfectly, he liked how they sparkled and twirled around your cheeks when you were excitedly giggling at him, he liked how your hair framed your face nicely, but his favorite feature were your lips, they were pouty and seductive, you entirely entranced him.

As the tendrils of pleasure coursed through your body, that tightly wound knot within you finally unraveled. It was an explosive release, crashing onto his tongue with a fervor that matched the intensity of his grip on your trembling thighs. His nails, like tiny daggers, dug into the plushness of your skin, leaving imprints of passion. With an insatiable hunger, he eagerly lapped up your essence, savoring every drop, before parting his lips from your nether region.

In that moment, his fiery gaze met yours, his tip teasingly pressing against your yearning entrance. The hunger in his eyes mirrored the desperation in your voice as you babbled, your words stumbling over one another. "Please!" you pleaded, your voice dripping with need. It was a command he could no longer resist. With an uncontrollable desire, he pulled your collar, urging you to sit upon his throbbing cock.

The impact was jarring, an electrifying collision of pleasure and pain. A guttural groan escaped his lips as his hips thrust upward, impaling you with a primal force. The symphony of moans echoed in the room as his thrusts became more frenzied, his hips bucking with an untamed rhythm. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, glistening like tiny jewels, as his orgasm neared.

But he was not the type to leave you unsatisfied. With an iron grip on your hips, he angled his cock just so, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Each collision sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body, demanding that you succumb to the pleasure. Mewling and writhing beneath him, you couldn't help but call out his name, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips.

As the waves of your orgasm crashed over you once again, your slick gushed, drenching him in your ecstasy. His groans mixed with your cries, creating a harmony of release. His lips, like a magnet drawn to your skin, found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and eager bites. His cock twitched, throbbing with an intensity matched only by the depth of his desire, as his cum spilled inside you, marking you as his own.

Slowly, he pulled away, his breaths heavy and ragged. The room seemed to fill with a hushed stillness, broken only by the symphony of your panting. Exhaustion washed over you, leaving you feeling lightheaded, as your head found solace on his broad chest.

Whispering words of love, he caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head with tenderness. "You are mine," he murmured, his voice a gentle lullaby. "You always will be, my sweetheart. And I promise, you will never have to worry about anyone hurting you, because I am always here." His words, like a soothing melody, lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

As his breathing steadied, growing lighter, you found comfort in his embrace. Together, you drifted into the realm of dreams, finding solace in the arms of love.

Me:I wanna write more! Give me all the requests!

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Me:

But for real I promise I'm working on them!

Scaramouche won the polls by a landslide! Sorry this is late 🥲

TW:Yandere Tendacies, obsession, BDSM, harsh language, Scara being scara.

@hitomisuzuya tagging my bestie and scaras wife❤

On a dimly lit Halloween night, Y/N found herself navigating the walk back from a party that had never truly been her element. She'd chosen to leave early, the pain of her high heels too much to bear, causing her to walk barefoot while cradling the heels in her hand. Lost in her thoughts and muttering about the length of the journey back, she failed to notice a pair of striking, electric-purple eyes that had fixed upon her. Unbeknownst to her, those eyes belonged to none other than Scaramouche, infamously known in the news as the Balladeer, a pseudonym concealing his gruesome exploits. He was a figure known for his unyielding cruelty and brutality. Yet, at this moment, he found himself utterly captivated by Y/N, every step she took, every graceful sway of her hips stealing his breath away. His obsession drove him to discreetly follow her, ensuring he remained unseen as he trailed her, subtly watching her every move. When she inadvertently took a wrong turn, a path leading to a dead-end with only his house at the end, he couldn't help but find the situation almost comical. To let her know of his presence, he emitted sinister, taunting echoes, causing her to spin around suddenly.

"Oh, how naive you must be. But can I blame you? That blonde hair of yours is practically a warning sign," he remarked with an air of madness, clearly revealing his newfound infatuation. Y/N stood there, her emotions conflicted. His words should have sent shivers down her spine, inspiring fear, yet an inexplicable allure tinged her response.

Stalking closer, he continued, "How does it feel?" he inquired, his voice a menacing whisper. Y/N took a cautious step backward, her confusion palpable.

"What do you want?" she questioned, her gaze fixed on the intimidating figure before her.

He responded with a chilling laugh, swiftly seizing Y/N's wrist and forcefully pulling her into his arms.

"I'm going to fuck you up, so much so that your bruised legs won't be able to even think of carrying your whorish body back. you'll stay with me as my pretty fuck toy, how does that sound? much sound good I can practically smell your arousal, how fucking slutty"he growled out

He held her tightly and lifted her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder. Y/N squirmed around but soon found herself not really wanting to escape? She kinda wanted to see where this went, he had a strong hold on her. "You'll be begging me to keep going when I finally finish~" he chuckled lowly. His voice was deep and raspy. Y/N couldn't help but smile slightly, hearing such a thing coming from him sounded very appealing indeed. "Let go, i wanna see if this will be fun" Y/N tried again to no avail

He laughed darkly "Ah ah ah ah, you wouldn' be able to handle anything I can dish out, and you know it~ oh? unless you want to prove me wrong hm? does my little whore what to prove something to herself? " he taunts.

She wanted to see how it went, to get further with him, finding herself caught in his web.

"if you say so~" he coos before shoving her onto the bed, he was harshly palming her clothing, removing them in a rush, he was far too eager to slow down, it took your breath away as he pushed you on your stomach, ass up with your ankles and wrists bound to a bar, this gave him the perfect unrestricted access to your wet and warm pussy, the one he already shoved two fingers in with a laugh, withing his other hand to hold the harness that's bounding her to this position. you squirmed and writhed against your restraints but he wouldn't budge "ah ah ah, im gonna make you scream~" he whispered in your ear and started to finger her, adding a finger every few seconds until he's four fingers in and curling them against her special spot, scissoring her walls aparts, bullying her fluttering soaked walls. She mewls, moaning and squirming for more, wanting more stimulations, she cried as she felt her orgasm getting closer, but just before she could cum he pulled his fingers our and smacked her ass hard making her scream.

"I didn't tell you, you could cum did I slut? You're such a disobedient whore, I'll be sure to fuck some sense into you" He growled as he let's his fat heavy cock slap against her ass, groaning as he felt her ass before smacking it again, rubbing the sore flesh.

She screamed again, but Scaramouche ignored it, continuing to tease and torture her until he's satisfied. by that point her ass is very wet, stinging as his hand rubbed at the pain, her eyes watery with tears, her pussy wet and puffy from edging so long. He chuckled "Are you ready? can you beg sweetly for my fucking cock? " he taunts as he rubbed his swollen tip against her cunt. he pressed his shaft against the crease of her ass, she cried out and whimpered, her mouth open wide in agony

He leaned down and placed his forehead against yours "You want this, you want my cock, don't deny yourself this pleasure babygirl " he says as he slowly pushes his throbbing length inside you, making her giggle with delight as she felt him stretch, filling her completely, he moaned at the feeling. he then began to thrust harder and deeper making you scream and grip his biceps as he rocked you side to side, hitting every nerve in your body. you were a mess of giggles, gasps, screams and cries at the moment, and it only spurred him on, driving him higher and higher until he's buried to the hilt inside you and he was still pulsating, pushing himself against your clit making you cry out louder, more desperately and harder than you ever thought possible for any human to ever make sound. "oh baby, you're so tight" he growls out as he starts to kiss your neck, trailing down towards your breasts and sucking lightly, leaving small pink marks all along, they both moan as his hands slide down to your thighs gripping them and pushing you against the bed,his cum spurtting in her, filling her up, he roughly pulls his cock out of you, making you pant and whimper for more, "fuck.. I love your little squeakies" he smiles, pulling back and leaning down to leave small kisses on each one before moving down your abdomen to the dip of your navel "you know you can trust me~ you'd do anything I ask for right? " he asks softly, giving you a look of obsesive love. "you're mine now, my sweet, pretty girl. I'll never let you go ~" he speaks, his eyes full of lust, unstrapping the spreader bar to let her rest, placing a collar on her as he pulled a blanket over her, feeling her hair gently.

"I hope you're ready for round two, I'll only give you a brief rest" he says, earning a giggle from her.

he leans over kissing her lips once more before she fell asleep

Made a gift for my great friend @hitomisuzuya ! I got a bit creative with the story! I hope you like it 😊💜

⚡︎Til Death Due Us Part⚡︎

-Fatui Yandere!Scaramouche x female reader!

⚠Warnings⚠:Yandere themes, angst, mention of death, Dottore is mentioned, manhandling, Electroplay.

Song suggestion for the story!

-Lightning struck harshly as the snow outside became a full blown snowstorm in the span of a single second. The sky lit up with an electrical flash and loud boom that made the ground beneath him tremble violently enough to make the hairs on his arms stand on end and make him for once frightened by the sudden storm before gaining his composer once more.

It was a dark night indeed, this night would be the birth of someone special, you see Scaramouche had always been such a lonely man, he's never had a relationship, however he fell in love with a woman from a local village. He's watched over her for so long, gifting her things no one else could, making sure she was safe. But one day while he was on orders her village was slaughtered, he should've known it would happen, you can't trust others to do a job for you, he didn't realize what went wrong until he returned to see her lifeless body, Scaramouche felt empty inside again. She's always believed that Scaramouche has always loved her, and that he will continue to do so even beyond her death but that wasn't enough, he couldn't stand being immortal so he decided upon himself to bring her to Dottore, carrying her lifeless body with defeat written in his eyes. Of course Dottore was very curious and interested in this, to have this little puppet return to him asking for help, how could he turn them away? After a few days of preparation Dottore told him she wanted the girl to be brought back as an immortal with him, to be connected. It would definitely be a new experiment as he's never resurrected someone yet, however it wasn't beyond this doctors capabilities.

That brings us to that day, the day he waited to bring such a delicate life back, to defy the Archons. Scaramouche stood outside the operation room pacing back and fourth as the Doctor operated. After hours of excruciating waiting, the loud thunder and the harsh winds he would see the doors open, inside was the woman he loved, her breathing returned, her color returning as well as her eyes fluttering open, the first person she sees was her darling Scaramouche, the man who was always there, up until the end. As their gaze met, they were filled with relief and tears of joy rolled down their cheeks. The Doctors words of assurance about how she should be just like him, he would notice on her neck as well as his would hold the same Electro mark, branding them together.

Since that day she's been by his side like such a good little housewife, and now with her awake once more, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. A tear ran down his face as he held her, gently stroking her cheek before kissing it tenderly. He'd do anything to protect his perfect love, nothing in this world could harm her now, not the Archons, not the abyss and definitely not any unknown entity that had taken her life before.

Today was like any other, she often came with him on his missions, staying by his side as he commanded his subordinates, making plans and further more. However it wouldn't be a peaceful day, an older male came up to her while he was distracted yelling at an Agent for being reckless, the male exclaimed that he was her old lover, back at the now ruined village, yelling how Scaramouche was the one who ordered it's destruction. That's when he turned to see this man holding her and scaring her, she luckily couldn't remember him, he made sure most of her memories from her past was erased other then himself. Scaramouche growled at the sight of a disgusting human before violently striking the male down with his bare hands, he was going to kill anyone who harmed her and no one would be able to stop him or his beloved. When the male was defeated Scaramouche turned around looking back at his precious angel, he immediately yelled at his subordinates to dispose of the body as his arm wrapped around her waist to hold her close. He never would've thought someone would survive the attack, he did plan it but didn't plan on his pathetic excuse of subordinates to kill her too, they suffered greatly by his hands before meeting their Archon.

He kept her close for the rest of the day, he had anger flowing through him, it can be easily seen by the bright glow of Electro in his indigo eyes and the sparks of Electro radiating off his finger tips. It would be later that night once he finally gets her to his tent does he release this anger.

She's so sweet and naive, not realizing why he was so rough, his calloused hands pushing her against his make shift bed angerly "How dare such a lowly disgusting human try touching you, my precious angel?" Her response was to simply kiss him passionately, he took this chance to deepen the kiss, biting her lower lip teasingly as hands pulled her clothing off harshly. Groping, feeling and grinding against her. He was so needy for her, letting our low groans as he felt her dampen his shorts with her arousal, her exotic moans only adding fuel to the fire. Once she was completely naked she began to pull on his clothing as well, just as needy as he was. This only seemed to encourage him as he pushed his boxers down and entered her in one smooth move. His thrusts were firm and forceful, causing her to moan loudly before wrapping her legs around his waist. They've been intimate before but this time was different, he wanted to mark her whole body, not only in hickeys but also with a child. He wasn't sure if she could fall pregnant to him but he wanted to try, either way fucking his cum back into her was a thought that served to boost his harsh thrusts, letting our low growls and groans as his fingers gripped her hips tightly.

"You're being such a good cum slut for me, taking me so well-" Groaning as he felt her walls tightly slightly against him as she was nearing her climax.

"Don't you fucking dare cum without me whore" he spat out as his hips slam against her roughly as her eyes glowed brightly with pleasure. His finger tips sent small shocks of electro into her heightening her pleasure, her legs shaking as her body shook

"Please let me cum Scara! I-I can't hold it any longer! " She begged as her nails scratch dark lines against his his pace quickened as she started to lose control. She cried loudly with joy as her body convulsed from her orgasms, he grunted in approval as he slammed into her again, harder this time. He grabbed her breasts harshly pulling at her nipples, his hips slamming hard into hers as her legs wrapped tighter around his waist. His lips latched onto her neck as he continued to pump into her, she was moaning and crying his name uncontrollably, her body arching up to meet every thrust he gives her. As he pulls out of her he starts pounding into her roughly as her mouth moves towards his neck as well, sucking on his skin.

His hips shudder as he felt his electro flow through her causing both of them to cum together, she screamed in ecstasy as he released in her, keeping himself inside, he couldn't let go yet, he loved the feeling of her warmth on him. He held her close as she would fall asleep on his chest.

He will make sure she is safe, to be his and only his. She's every thing to him, he would do anything to protect her, his sweet dove and love.

Amazing fic by my smut soulmate❤

❤Yandere Ghoul Nagito smut for Halloween ❤

Ghoul Yandere!Nagito x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Obsessive/ possessive behavior. Stalking. Orgasm denial. Mind breaky. Corruption.

My hands are gonna shake the entire time I type this. Nagito Komaeda, holy 😳 The love I have for this man is as collosal as my love for Scara. I am so scared I won't do him justice. *hides* I know no one is gonna see this.

You'd had no idea that Nagito Komaeda had been closer than you thought he was to you all night. If you moved to somewhere else at the party you were at, then so did he. He was determined to keep you in his sight all night.

It didn't help that you'd been cutting your fingers open on little things all night, a few times when you were trying to help your friend cut up apples earlier that night or cutting your finger on the edges opening something.

The smell of your blood and your scent had been hanging in the air all night. Nagito had to have you. You just smelled way too good, both you and your blood.

Essentially, since you were dressed in a sinful Little Red Riding Hood costume, he was the Big Bad Wolf coming for Little Riding Hood.

The way you smiled, the way you sort of covered your face with your hand when you laughed, the way the light shined off your hair, the way your hips swayed when you walked, how warm your skin looked, the way you giggled.

Everything about you was captivating and amusing at the same time. He wanted to take all of that and make it his. Every look, every laugh, every smile, it would be all for him and if he had his way only for him.

You didn't know how things could snowball out of control so fast, but you didn't care. It started with him coming out of the darkness on your way home from the party. He'd reached for your hand to lick the blood welling from one of the cuts on your fingers. His tongue lapping between your legs just felt too good.

Your blood tasted so sweet, igniting a dark desire within him.

Nagito's tongue was sloppy and wet on your cunt, his beautiful fingers digging possessive bruises into your thighs as he held them apart.

"To think someone like you would let trash like me dirty you so intimately with my tongue," He groaned like he'd been denied everything he'd ever wanted in his entire life, and now he was finally allowed to have the one taste he'd been craving. "It's so exhilarating.~ So thrilling~"

Your legs shook, your back arching off the bed as his lips latched around your clit, inserting three of his long, beautiful fingers inside of you at the same time he started sucking on your clit. You bucked your hips up, writhing on the bed as you pushed his face down onto your cunt.

Your whimpers and sobs of pleasure only made Nagito's cock throb more, making him rut desperately against the mattress. Squelching his fingers wetly in and out of you, scissoring your walls apart as he nudged them into your sweet, his tongue swirling around your clit, he proceeded to ruin every orgasm to suite his agenda.

"The hope that lights up in your eyes every time you think that maybe, just maybe I might let you cum is exquisite~ I need to see more of it~," This man had the most curious, hypnotic swirling to his eyes you'd ever seen.

The moment you'd met eyes with Nagito for the first time, he may as well have attached an invisible string around your heart, tugging and tugging little by little to lure you in with sweetly purred words and kind smiles.

"Please, Nagito, please! Not another one!" You cried out, pressing his mouth into your cunt. He vibrated a moan on your clit, laughing dark and drunk with lust. The look in your eyes, one desperate and so full of the purest hope he'd ever seen, he couldn't get enough of it.

"Say it~" Nagito purred, kitten licking your throbbing, swollen clit in a way that made you grind more needily up into his ministrations. "Say you'll be my precious, delicate pet~ Mine, all mine~ Your body, your blood, everything is all mine~," He nudged his fingers accurately into your sweet spot, groaning and moaning in bliss when your wet, warm walls clamped around his fingers.

"I'm yours, Nagito! I'm all yours, I promise!" You babbled, choking back sobs of pleasure, you'd lost count of how many orgasms that had built up before he'd ruined them. You were reeling, your head was spinning, your entire body quivering with the need to cum. "I'll be a good girl, I promise! Just please, let me cum!"

The fact that he was the one making you feel such intense pleasure, the fact that you needed trash like him to make you cum sent him reeling. His bruising fingers dug more into your flesh. It helped that you were soft, small, and oh so easily pliable.

Corruptible.

"Cum for me, pet~" Nagito purred appreciatively, giving your clit a few long, drawn out and ravenous sucks before you squirted on his tongue, tears of pleasure in your eyes at finally have gotten the release you needed. You didn't even hear yourself pleading for more.

And more Nagito was willing to give you. They say the perfect meal is human flesh for a ghoul. How wrong they were. His tongue lapped at your release, not wanting to waste a drop it was so precious.

He was going to take his time marking up every intimate part of your body. You are his now. His and no else's.

HIIIIIII

I was wondering if you could do a part 2 or another Invader Zim oneshot or more headcanons. Only if you want to though!!

Ofc! 🥰 I'll do some headcanons this time❤

With the encouragement of my bestie I thought some up! @hitomisuzuya

⚠WARNING⚠: pregnancy and birth

Discovery and Early Reactions:

Confusion and Pride:

When Zim first realizes you're is pregnant, he might initially be baffled, even skeptical, as Irkens don’t usually reproduce in the same way. However, once he accepts it, he would be immensely proud, convinced his offspring will be the most superior smeet to ever exist.

Over-the-Top Protection:

Zim takes “protective” to a new level. He creates a series of bizarre gadgets designed to monitor the reader’s health 24/7, though they’re often uncomfortable or impractical. He insists on monitoring every little change, always declaring, “Your body must be in peak condition to produce the ultimate smeet!”

Clumsy Affection:

Despite his usual intensity, Zim tries to show small moments of gentleness, which are new for him. He’ll bring you strange Irken "snacks" he thinks are nutritious and will hover, awkwardly patting their head or shoulder to show he cares.

Preparing for the Birth:

Bizarre Nursery Set-Up:

Zim insists on building the perfect environment for their smeet, filling it with strange Irken technology and gadgets designed for optimal “growth and supremacy.” He even tries to make a “conqueror's crib,” filled with oddly shaped toys that resemble weapons, thinking it’ll prepare the smeet for a powerful future.

Irken "Rituals":

Zim talks about mysterious Irken rituals (which may or may not be real🤨) that are supposed to bring strength and resilience to smeets. He tries to adapt these rituals for you, such as making her chant Irken phrases or wear specific colors he claims have “cosmic significance.”

Obsession with Training:

Even before the smeet arrives, Zim speaks to your belly about their child’s future in conquest and Irken greatness, trying to give the smeet a “head start” in Irken knowledge, which might actually involve him ranting about the basics of invasion and tactics.

During the Pregnancy:

Constant Check-Ins and Worry:

Zim insists on checking in constantly, often in the most inconvenient ways. He’ll zap in out of nowhere, demanding updates on how the “human incubation process” is going, occasionally fussing over things he doesn’t understand but insists on controlling anyway.

Mood Swings and Patience Tests:

Zim is unused to human emotions and struggles to understand your mood swings. He tries to help but occasionally slips up, saying things like, “Stop your nonsensical crying, human! You’re growing an unstoppable warrior!” He ultimately tries to be patient, though his methods are often clumsy.

The Birth:

Over-the-Top Birth Plan:

Zim creates an entire “operation plan” for your labor, involving dramatic entrances, lasers, and Irken technology he insists will “ensure victory in birthing!” However, most of it is impractical, and when the moment arrives, he has to abandon his plans and just be there.

Unexpected Softness:

As their smeet arrives, Zim might find himself unexpectedly overwhelmed with emotions he’s never felt. He stares at his tiny offspring with wide eyes, not fully understanding his reaction but feeling an instinct to protect this little being.

Adjusting to Fatherhood:

Zim tries to teach their smeet the ways of Irken glory from day one, but he’s occasionally gentle in his own way. He awkwardly holds his smeet close, talking to them about “conquering inferior worlds” and bonding with his offspring in his own intense, proud way.

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.