Invader Zim Kink Meme
Okay. Guys. We need some crazy Invader Zim Kink Meme up in here. I know you all have the creativity and drive to make this abso-freaking-lutely EPIC. Let's get to it!
Rules as follows:
Anonymously post a pairing with a kink or situation. Any pairings and all kinks. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, sweet kinks, or gross kinks, whatever kinks you desire. ( Read more... )
Rules as follows:
Anonymously post a pairing with a kink or situation. Any pairings and all kinks. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, sweet kinks, or gross kinks, whatever kinks you desire. ( Read more... )
But the four metal extensions between them proved otherwise.
"Yet again the Dib-stink underestimates me. You have NO idea the unspeakable horrors I can wreak upon your puny meat-suit."
A savage grin broke out over the alien's maw when Dib gargled on an unwilling moan. Dib's clothes had been torn to literal ribbons, shreds violently strewn about the base's floor. At first, Zim cringed at the sight of all that hideous white skin, but the curious pinkening it took as Dib's struggle intensified got to him in an all new way. He licked his chops and leaned over the table.
A thick appendage squirmed inside the boy's orifice, thrusting roughly in and out of the puckered clutch. Dib cried with every long, sleek slide and every short, forceful jab, uttering noises that stroked the Irken's antennae with an unfamiliar pleasure.
And typical gluttonous Irken that he was, Zim craved more.
"C'mon, Dib-smell, tell me how much you hate me. Tell me you hate this, tell me how you'll try to kill me if you escape this..." He taunted, eyes mesmerized by the sight of another PAK leg groping the parascientist in search of hotspots. Dib shuddered when it brushed his nipple which quickly called the attention of another metallic extender. Together they struck at the rosy buds, tweaking and flicking, pressing in and activating a steady, low vibration from the spiked tips that had Dib scrunched up to comical proportions and squealing.
He'd never seen the Dib in such a state of disarray before, it far outshined the pleasure of beating him to a pulp or defeating him at some skool game. Bearing his teeth like a predator honed in on its kill, Zim snatched Dib by his dick and squeezed the base.
"...st--stop, Zim... stop, you---nnngg, your PAK legs... you'll--you don't know what you're doing--" He was all stuttered words and pitiful writhing now. His enemy, so shameful, so small. All his.
Ignoring him, he released his chokehold and smoothly palmed Dib's balls, rolling them between latex-clad fingers.
Dib arched and snarled, "I'll lop your antennae off. I'll rip out your squeedlyspooch and feed it to dogs! I'll--" The fourth and final PAK length lunged past those vile lips, filling Dib's mouth with a coppery tang as it proceeded to lewdly fuck his throat.
With the Dib silenced of his filth, the only sounds remaining were the squelching of repeated violation, Dib's muffled cries and heavy panting. Zim practically purred, lids drooping to the delicious melody. His hand picked up speed, jerking the twitching cock until it erupted and spilled over the pristine black of his glove. Zim snorted and wiped the liquid on Dib's taut belly.
Meanwhile, Dib was stiff from head to toe, occupied mouth now sucking on the length lodged between his lips, glasses fogged over in the heat of his arousal. Toes curled, worn ass clenched and he couldn't care less that he was riding the -thing- fucking him a new hole (or so it felt). It felt amazing in so many ways it shouldn't, and that in it self was likely half the thrill.
Little did he know Zim only released his prisoners of war by death. There was no getting out of here.
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I cannot descibe my love for this. :D
So I'll settle with more squealing...
SQQQQQQQQUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~
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I think my brain must died, exploded, and squee'd loudly from that.
THANK YOU FOR THAT HOTNESS. ♥
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