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... )
The mumbling had ceased at least. The boy’s insane, denial gone. But, Zim still saw how Dib tugged at the boundaries of his control. How he kept trying to get away. The worthless human didn’t want to give in. Stubborn pig.
Zim paced around him, careful not to even glance at the screen, instead focusing all his energy on the human. That trench coat was ripped from their battles, too small for such a muscular, tall body. With a sharp tearing noise, the irken ripped it off of Dib who flinched but didn’t stop him. It was impossible.
“N-No. S-stop, Space-B-Boy.” The demand was a plea, a shuddery one at that, falling from chapped lips. Wide gold eyes blinked many times, hoping that this one would be the one to unleash him from this torture. Not having control over his own body was agonizing. He groaned and tried once again to keep his lids closed. Only even behind them, the image was burned into his retinas. It called to his and without permission they opened again, basking in the hypnotic scene.
Now that the coat was gone, all the remained was the blue t-shirt with the not-so-smiley-smiley face and tight torn jeans. Zim smirked as Dib couldn’t help but keep watching. He stepped closer, a hand slipping up to cup the human’s cheek and Zim stood up on tip toes to reach Dib’s ear.
“Don’t fight it, Dib-Thing.” It would be so much easier to give in. So much easier to just let go, he thought wistfully. And trying to fight it was giving Dib a huge head ache. Zim smelled so good, like heated sugar. The feel of soft lips against his ear had him whimpering pitifully.
Hanging on by his fingertips, Dib took one last deep breath and stopped fighting, dropping into the abyss that was Zim and his touch.
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