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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.

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My requests are open! I'm mainly doing genshin type stories! I can do NSFW, SFW, I can also do a lot of different kinks and pretty open to all ideas!

I also like to make animations and draw in my free time, here's one I've been working on but haven't fully put together yet, definitely a big WIP. I was working on a picture for the animation but still working on it, thought you guys might like it!

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

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.

Sorry I've been a bit busy! But I did make this special story for my Smut Soulmate @hitomisuzuya 🥰

I'll be working on requests as soon as possible! Kinda short! 😭

⚠Warnings⚠:Yandere themes, possessive/obsessive behavior, electro play, choking, Dacryphilia.

You actually did it, you managed to escape the Balladeer, a feat none has every gotten but you. On the run now you hid in a small town outside of Inazuma. Your plan was to hide in the City of Freedom, it seemed like the best place to live, away from him. Unfortunately you were still being pursued by him, the very same man who kidnapped you. As if sensing where you were hiding he had already found out your exact location and would be upon you soon. He must have seen that you managed to escape his clutches because of it as well. You didn’t want to see how he punished those that aided you so easily, but for now it was the best option for you. The only way to survive this mess was to find shelter, find allies, and start making plans. You hoped they would help you get through this disaster.

It's been a week since your escape and all seems to be well so far, a small farm had let you stay with them, an older couple took care of it. In exchange of hiding you, you worked on the farm which wasn't too hard. However what seemed to bother you the most was your thoughts, he really had you manipulated, brainwashed into loving him for so long that even though you escaped you can't help but to miss him? It's conflicting everything, you yearned for his touch, his hold yet repulsed by it.

All this and more went through your head at night when you slept and when you got up in the morning. It's just so confusing and frustrating and you felt like crying. This situation isn't good or healthy, you're stressed beyond belief. You need to make it through this so you can move on, then hopefully things will finally clear out.

That morning was went you felt your heart stop, you where in the barn tending to the animals when you could hear his voice outside, he had found you and he was so close to his prize. Following the sound of Electro sparking and the couple screaming you quickly tried to make your way out the back only to run into a large Fatui Harbinger, Childe. He must've aided Scaramouche in finding you, looking down at you with a smirk he managed to grab you before you could scramble to your feet, crying and shouting as the Balladeer made his way to you. Slowly striding up as if this was a fun game for him.

"You had your fun, you tried but failed miserably, maybe next time try not to leave such a visable path in your wake" He hissed annoyed as he got closer, you close your eyes looking away as you felt him put something on your neck, peeking an eye open you see a collar on your neck with a chain lead to his hand.

"She looks quite cute with it, maybe you should've put it on her before this and she wouldn't have escaped" Childe said letting go now that you're in the collar. He only earned a scoff from the Balladeer "I didn't think I needed to, I thought she learned her place" His electric eyes glaring holes into your soul as you felt electro travel up the chain shocking you slightly "I'll be sure to not make that mistake again, let's go this place is filthy and disgusting" yanking on your chain as he walked, Childe travelling behind you to make sure you couldn't escape.

That night was brutal, chained to his bed in nothing but the cute collar you wore for him, just for him. Your body on display for the Balladeer, he took notice that most of the markings he placed on you had faded, maybe he waited too long to play your game, he needed to remind you who you belonged to. You were just another piece on his chessboard, a pawn used to get him what he wanted. But now, he was going to teach you lesson after lesson on how to obey, how to submit to him, how to please him.

His hands feeling your body sending electro through you, watching your body twitch pathetically under him. "You're such a disobedient whore, ill make sure you'll never think of leaving me again, you'll stay by my side until your mortal life runs out, you hear me!? " he shouted sending more electro into you causing a painful scream, warning signs chuckled from him. Your body decorated in these marvelous electro strikes, scaring into your skin, something that won't fade. He enjoyed it, he loved torturing you. The worst part is that you can feel the pleasure coming off of him as you whimpered in pain. A smile forming on his face once seeing your reaction "See what happens if you disobey?"

He continued his assault feeling his cock press against your entrance "I won't be preparing you, you'll just have to learn to take me as your master or accept the pain of punishment. " he laughed shoving himself into you, your back arching in pain and pleasure mixed. Your mind breaking under it all, his cock making a visable bump on your lower abdomen, his hand pressing on it smirking "I'll never get over how well your small supple body takes me so well, you'll never take anyone else like this so stop even trying to escape me, you're mine and mine alone" he hissed as his hips snap into yours harshly . His hand pressed onto your neck forcing you down "I know you're afraid of me but I'm here to save you."

As you felt more volts enter your system the Balladeer leaned in to kiss your lips harshly, claiming you as his own. "You'll soon recognize me as your god, submit to me while you still have a will Mortal! "

he ordered thrusting in deeply inside of you, causing more shocks as he began to pound inside of you "Don't forget you belong to me!"

He fucked you hard and fast and deep, your body convulsing with pleasure in each thrust, tears streaming down your face and gasps escaping from your mouth. He groans as he releases deep, his seed spilling into you, filling you up, you whimpering from the intense pleasure and he smiles "My good little slut" he praised thrusting his hips one final time before pulling out, wiping himself down and yourself soly so his bed doesn't get too ruined. Releasing you on your bonds only to keep his collar and chain tied to the bed post. "Stay here, try to escape again and next time I won't stop Childe from using more extreme measures in finding you" he hissed a warning before leaving the room.

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Got inspired and made a Modern!Scaramouche x FemReader!

Tagging @hitomisuzuya because they're the local Scara simp 💜

⚠Warnings⚠:Alcohol Consumption, unprotected sex, Scara being an ass, cigarette useage.

Bad Influence

Scaramouche, the indigo haired male you've come to swoon over despite being told not to. He's a distant man, often straying away from people, always hanging out in alleyways and the roof of the collage you both attend.

You love him. He makes the sun shine brighter and the stars twinkle brighter. Your heart beats faster when he touches your back to move past or to move you aside.

You want to kiss him so bad it hurts.

The worst part is he didn't really acknowledge your existence, always brushing over your attempts to talk, only ever sparing you the time of day to ask where something or someone was. You've never given up though because you're determined to win his affections. He may be cold and unapproachable, but you have a stubborn streak. Even if it took an extra few months to get to him, he eventually would come around. The world just needed a little push in that direction.

Normally people would say this is a good thing, being as he was a bad influence, constantly in trouble. But that didn't stop your determination to gain his affection . Scaramouche has a lot to do with your current predicament. A couple days ago you were hanging out with some friends at the collage and you got roped into drinking after school. A large party raged as it was being hosted by the popular Football player Itto, you only went because your friend dragged you here, however you got into a drinking game with her and some others resulting in your head going fuzzy, you excused yourself to go try and find the bathroom, not that you needed to go but you hoped it would be quieter to try and collect your self.

You never realized that Scaramouche had also dormed in the same dormitory as Itto, never really been thought of until your hand gripped the wrong doorknob, opening it to a dark room. It was hard to see compared to the flashing lights of the party.

You didn't have much time to make out what room you had entered before hearing him, it was Scaramouche's room, he was laying on his bed, face flushed, distorted into an angry look with his hand gripping his cock, now red and throbbing. You had walked in on him during such an intimate moment.

"Hey dumbass! Can you hear me?! I asked why the hell you opened my door! " he shouted , making you jump from the sound of his voice. You were still trying to regain your composure, you felt a blush coming onto your cheeks and your eyes darted to anywhere else

"S-Sorry! I didn't know this was y-your room, I'll just-"

"Hey aren't you that weirdo that keeps following me around like a lost puppy? Yeah, Y/N wasn't it?" He sighed sitting up some not even bothering to cover himself, his soft indigo hair sticking to his face with sweat as his dangerous eyes looked at you.

Your face blushing hard not sure what to do, mind swirling with thoughts as your body heated up, dampening your panties.

This was one instance where you wished you weren't a girl. At least that way you'd have enough self control and wouldn't be acting like a hormonal teenager.

Scaramouche smirked noticing how flustered you seemed.

"Close the door and come over here" He commanded in a dark tone, you could leave if you wanted, he wasn't forcing you to stay but..this is what you've been fantasizing about since you seen him, to be in his arms at his

You did as he requested and stood facing him, your fingers fiddling with each other in front of you. You could feel your chest tighten with nervousness, your breath getting short. You were shaking lightly, you couldn't believe you were doing this. You were practically going through every sexual fantasy you had ever had.

He sat in his bed facing you "On your knees" he said as you complied, now level to his throbbing member, a bead of precum now gathering on the tip

"Suck it"

he said as you obliged. His lips wrapped around and sucked the bead off, earning a groan from him in response. Twirling your tongue around the head as you made your way further to take him whole , taking deep breaths in effort not to gag while you did so. Once he gave you permission you lifted your head, his dick twitching and leaking more fluid in response, the sight giving you all kinds of pleasure. It was like watching a fucking porn star, you swore you couldn't breathe as it sent shivers up your spine.

He pulled you up and onto his bed as his lips pushed against yours, his slender fingers making quick work of your shorts and panties, plunging two into your soaking heat, muttering against your lips "You're already so wet, you've been thinking about doing this have you slut? " his lilac eyes half lidded as his soft lips pressed against your neck, sucking and biting against the skin. "Tell me how badly you need this bitch..."

you moaned, his hand roaming your body as you moved your hips against his hand, his mouth moving towards your breasts as his hot breath warmed them. "Fuck... i-I need you scara" you moaned out , pulling away from your neck for air."Good" he breathed out as you felt the tip nudge against your hole

"you better be glad I'm inpatient tonight or I'd make you wait for it, you're mine now~" he murmured, thrusting once, then again into you. This caused you to let out another cry, feeling your stomach contract as your pussy clamped down on his cock, pushing your own arousal to greater heights, "Please...." you whimpered

"Please what? " he asked groaning some as his hips snap back against yours in a harsh pace, your cries now louder as your inner walls rubbed against the base of his cock, you tried to move back against him and he pulled away from you as you began to shake, feeling your legs trembling underneath you

"Please faster, deeper" you begged, moaning out as he growled, his hips picking up pace as his nails cut into your soft hips, arousal dripping down the length of his cock. He shoved harder as you bucked your hips, feeling your orgasm begin to build.

"Shit!" he grunted as he thrust into you as deep as possible, causing you to gasp and squirm underneath him, "Oh Fuck Y/N you're going to cum like a fucking whore" he groaned as he came inside you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to thrust into you, his breathing heavy as he held you close to him, his cock pulsating inside you. You felt your climax building as you felt your body tense up, your muscles clenching around him as you cried out loud. Your vision began turning white as you felt a small surge in your core as you finished your high. As the last wave left you, the pressure on your lower abdomen subsided, leaving you weak and exhausted as your entire body quivered.

His body laying besides yours, it didn't take long for you to smell that familar smell of cigarette smoke, His arm behind your head as your leaned against him. You both lay in silence, content to just lie there, listening to the faint sounds of partying.

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.