#invader zim smut

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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.

[paynomindtotheinsanity]

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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.

[paynomindtotheinsanity]

Chapter 22: Unraveled

Huge thanks to @abrthephantomq and @aceisew for listening to me freak out about pacing and beta reading a bunch of disjointed scenes <3

[emeraldspiral]

I only wish I was the first person to comment ZADR on this.

[paynomindtotheinsanity]

I drew Dib looking slightly cool earlier so now I have to post another WIP of him being a bottom

Balance has been restored

[lil-miss]

I swear to God, sometimes in this part of the fandom, I feel like I’m just my little vintage high femme self doing a silly pose in front of like a mob of alt people who are much cooler than me. And I think it’s really funny.

I’m just sitting in my corner making my girls kiss like:

✨🌸🌹Hai!! ( ´ ▽ ` )🌹🌸✨

And sometimes other people who are way cooler than me show up. 

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:Game On!

It was days like this that Gaz often hated the most in her dreary little life, in this middle of nowhere town. Despite the odd entertainment from her big brother trying to be a beacon of sanity and logic in a town full of apathetic morons and the presence of a total failure of a would be alien conqueror, she was finding herself bored. Absolutely bored out of her mind to a point that not even her usual outlet of video games could do anything about it. Suffice to say, she fucking hated it.

So of course a bored Gaz made for a different sort of Gaz especially at her age when puberty and hormones really hit the jackpot on her body. Not to mention left her with quite the libido which of course meant a bored Gaz made for a very horny Gaz, hence her current situation at this time. Wherein she borrowed some of her erstwhile big brother's stock of spelldrives which she had set up in a nice clear spot in her gamer den of a room, in a way that was reminiscent of a Satanic ritual. Which it pretty much was, according to the instructions on this website she found up, it was amazing what you could find online these days.

The thicc semi-shortstack gamer babe checked back and forth between her summoning circle and the copy of the ritual guide she had printed out, nodding her head as everything seemed accurate enough. Usually this sort of crap required stuff like candles and the kind of stuff witches liked to throw into their spell cauldrons, but with this all it took was the push of a button and if this worked out right, Gaz was sure to likely get some well hung demon hulk who could fuck her so hard that she would be numb and practically in an erotic coma. At least she figured that's what this ritual would give her, its guarantee was that it would produce the finest sexual lover in all of Hell itself to satisfy her sexual cravings, all without having to risk anything like her immortal soul. So what did she have to lose?

Gaz:*checks the printed out guide and instructions, making sure everything was set up as need be. Time to see what sort of standards hell had it when it came sexually satisfying a succubus.*"Alright let's see now.....huh, this stuff's like setting up that mousetrap board game, a hassle when you start but worth it once you start playing it. Lights off, circle drawn, glowsticks in place of candles...let's rock..."*The intimidating gamer girl figured she might recommend this to some friends of hers like Me-KO if this proved to be an experience worth it. Typing in the key magic words as soon her elaborate spell-drive Satanic ritual began to kick into effect.*

Her bedroom began to glow with an eerie crimson hue, violet fog flooding the floor as the spell-drives pulsed with electrical currents, power running akin to a Tesla coil as the Pentagram formed a soft tornado of red smoke. This was it, time to see what sort of horse cocked incubus or knot packing hellhound would be pounding and stretching her pussy something fierce. Only for her eagerness to deflate like a balloon losing its air as the light show ended, the crimson twister fading to reveal...AN IMP?!! That was the ideal sexual lover in all of the 9 circles of brimstone and damnation, the lowest creature on the totam pole in all demon hierarchy?!!

This of course wasn't just any ordinary imp of course but our one and only favourite resident sweet possum boi Moxxie, who had nothing but a towel around his waist as this summoning ritual happened to kick in just as he had finished showering after a recent hit. Last thing he needed was to head home with Millie and Loona while still covered in blood and viscera when next thing he knows, this shit happens AGAIN?! All the poor little guy could think was hopefully it wasn't that Joy girl again, that goth babe had been a FREAK!! He swore that Herron girl had to be a succbus in human skin as he adjusted his golden eyes to the lighting and spotted Gaz and ooh he had a feeling that look on her face made it clear first impression weren't off to a good start.

Moxxie:"Well uhm....this is awkward....have to say far as this kind of thing goes, the techno/cyberpunk approach is pretty new to me. I mean not my first time being summoned believe you me and uhm..." *Oh he was trying to break the ice, points for effort but the short-stack gamer girl clearly wasn't in the mood. As she stomped on over to him which made her sizeable tits and ass jiggle and bounce in a way that was hypnotic and just called to be ogled. Her bangs nearly covering her eyes thus hiding a fierce gaze on par with certain demon overlords, reminding Moxxie that he didn't exactly have ways to defend himself given his current state of nudity. Only for him to scream indignantly as she suddenly reached out and grabbed his towel.*"Hey now, watch it there!!"

Gaz:"Zip it short-round!! I can't believe that bullshit stiffed me like this, best lover in all of Hell my-"*Whatever no doubt profanity laden rant Gaz was about to go on came to a screeching halt soon as she pulled Moxxie's towel off. Her jaw dropping, a blush on her face as she laid eyes on the biggest, thickest COCK she had ever seen, its length and girth would make many a pornstar, black man (and especially black porn stars), even horses feel like inadequate eunuchs!! Suddenly she was starting to see that maybe the spelldrives' ritual criteria wasn't flase advertising, christ this dick wasn't even hard yet and she was still turned on. Her facial expression suddenly shifting 180 into a look of erotic thirst and raw, sensual devotion.*"Mmmm, on second thoughts maybe this will be good for both of us....Daddy...."

Moxxie:*pupils dilating to pinpricks as he felt his spine tingling, he knew that look and tone in Gaz's face and voice oh so very well. That husky tune of desire, the lusty glow in her eyes as her expression was some mix of love at first sight and bitch going into heat. From Millie to Loona, to more than a good few of his sex-friends, booty calls and what have you especially Verosika, there was no doubt Gaz had one thing on her mind and if he wanted to get back to Imp City in one piece? He had to give it to her until she could determine she was more than satisfied.*"If this is going where it seems to be....wouldn't it be more fair to not have me be the only one naked right now?"

Gaz licked her lips sensually as she puckered her lips and blew a kiss his way, giving him a little striptease show as she did a little sexy dance while starting to remove her clothes. Shooting him sultry glances over her shoulder as the shortstack cybergoth did little shakes and shimmies, making her ass clap and twerk as those meat buns rumbled with a rhythm of sexuality. Every article of clothing gone and more of her thicc, curvy and voluptuous frame exposed made the Imp's cock stir and rise to erect stiffness as Gaz's pussy drooled. Juices raining down into growing puddles on the floor to find that Imp cock was even more impressive once Moxxie got nice and hard, as she soon stood as naked as he was.

She didn't keep Moxxie waiting long to feel uncomfortable as she felt they'd admired one another's nudity long enough to stir their growing arousal and attraction, as the short-stack gamer babe closed the distance between them. The minimal height difference allowing them to press their lips together as they rode the flow of passion and primal desire guiding them as Gaz gently brought Moxxie to her bed. Helping him down as she broke their slopply lliplock, tongues dancing together one more time before a strand of saliva drifted between them as she began kissing and licking down his quite well toned torso. Especially his quite well built legs but oh the prize that stood between them was her main objective, her hand grasping that pulsing shaft as she eagerly began to pump it.

Gaz:"Mmm damn, if selling my soul was in the deal, I'd gladly pay if it meant being your sex slave for access on the regular to this. No sex toy comes this close. You must have to beat bitches off with a stick or something...."*The kinky cybergoth quipped in a husky tone, breathing in the scent of Moxxie's musk as she began to plant licks and kisses on his cock from base to tip. Especially orally worshipping his balls as she suckled on them, as if coaxing the batter within to be delicious when she would taste it. Soon sandwiching his cock between her tits as she began to stroke him off with those luscious meaty marshmallows. Tongue scooping up the pre that oozed from the tip as she sucked on the exposed portion, drowning his shaft in a lubing shower of her drool as her thighs felt all warm and sticky from her overflowing arousal.*

Moxxie:"Ahhhn, you wouldn't be the first to tell me that..the sex slave part I mean.."*The imp humbly replied to Gaz's remark, turning her on at wondering just what sort of women here on Earth and the living world were addicts to this demonic dick. His groaning music to her ears before she felt him grasp her violet hair as he began to pump and thrust his hips. Ambushing Gaz with a sudden facefuck much to her lewd delight, helping him mount her shoulders as she held onto those quite firm feeling glutes of his. Grasping her hair firmly as he jackhammered away, his length and girth making her neck bulge with hos deep he was, those balls smacking her chin as she experienced an oral preview of what awaited her pussy.*

An experience she didn't have to wait long for as soon as Moxxie had cum, the taste of his jizz on her tongue as it oozed down her throat and the feel of it staining her face and tits setting off those primal switches in her brain. Going from needing her horny itch scratched to presenting herself as a bitch in heat eager to have the Imp rut her like he wanted her to his demon babies as her bedroom, usually filled with the sounds of her playing games was now filled with the sort of sounds she'd not usually want her if she had certain videos playing. That is without her headpones but right now she was feeling too damn good to care as the walls and ceiling echoed with her deepthroated moans, the rhythm of skin slapping, loin mashing sweaty animalistic sex. The bed shaking and creaking as her newfound Imp daddy proceeded to ruin her for other men, who needed to be blacked or bleached when you could get IMPED!!

Oh how Imped she got over and over as despite what his small frame implied, Moxxie was proving unintentionally why the spelldrives' ritual designated him as the ideal lover in all of the 9 circles of the Inferno. Pleasuring Gaz's luscious, curvy shortstack body with his quite skilled hands, after all handling a woman sexually was on par with handling a firearm in requiring care and precision. To say nothing of of the depth and reach of his penetration as Gaz found even when she topped, her new Imp Daddy was king in the bedroom. Small wonder with how many orgasms she was getting compared with how many she got out of him, enough to count on one hand and still have fingers left over.

But of course he hadn't hardly ever pulled out, making sure every eruption of his shaft was going into her womb or her asshole and what's more he had stamina to keep going and stay hard!! Gaz didn't believe in love at first sight but lust at first fuck was a different story and Imp Daddy was proving it to be true and she fucking loved every second and minute of it. Posing her slutty body for his admiration whenever she rode him cowgirl style or let him push her flexibility to the limit like doing a splits as they performed a standing fuck or got twisted into a human pretzel as she was jackhammered partway between a mating press and a piledriver, working her like some sort of pornographic butter churn. The pair showing no sighs of stopping only for as long as the ritual felt was necessary or required to meet Gaz's level of satisfaction.

Minutes passed into hours as they fucked and rutted long into the night, going from missionary to doggy, pretty much any and every intimate position that ensured pleasure. The bed becoming a mess of scattered sweat and juice stained sheets as the pair finally hit their peak, climaxing simultaneously as the sun was starting to rise. Gaz kissing the imp stud passionately as he was mounted atop her, her pussy squirting as he filled her womb to excess once more, one more time before exhausting caught up to them, the pair sleeping together as the afterglow took hold of them. By the time either of them woke up, Moxxie would find himself back in the bathroom of his and Millie's apartment while Gaz found herself alone, greeted by the morning light and the sensation of being sticky and deliciously sore all over, knowing what had happened wasn't a dream.

While Moxxie of course took to finding and reassuring Millie of his whereabouts and return as well as calling Loona and some of the other girls, Gaz of course was showering as she played with herself to the memories of her newfound Imp daddy conquering her as hard as the scrubs and noobs she owned online. Before remembering that she had left her webcam on in secret, coming out as she toweled herself off to check that her secret porno stream had gone off successfully. Comments and pouring in as viewers and late comers were abuzz with questions and of course a few of them included Gaz's fellow gamer girls who were very curious as to whether or not Gaz could arrange a chance for them to meet her Imp Daddy.

The gears turned in the cybergoth's head as she made plans not only for her next erotic playdate with Moxxie, but a chance to make him quite infamous among her little social circle. Some naysayers were doubltful the whole thing had been real, thinking Moxxie was just a convincing cosplayer or some weird genetic experience her dad cooked up in his lab. Some were guys who now felt seriously inadequate, wondering how many of them could compete with a dick like that!! All the same to Gaz as she now had a new game to play offline in the real world, a little game she was going to call Get Imped....

To be continued?!!

[abrthephantomq]

Chapters: 27/28 Fandom: Invader Zim Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dib/Zim (Invader Zim), Dib & Gaz (Invader Zim), GIR & Zim (Invader Zim) Characters: Dib (Invader Zim), Gaz (Invader Zim), Zim (Invader Zim), GIR (Invader Zim), Gretchen (Invader Zim), Torque Smackey Additional Tags: Competent Zim (Invader Zim), Non-Linear Narrative, POV Second Person, POV Third Person, Older Dib (Invader Zim), Tall Zim (Invader Zim), tall is relative -- but Zim isn't like 3ft tall, Enemies to Lovers, competent Dib (Invader Zim), the author plays with punctuation in Zim POVs, I have done my best to be consistent, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, the author is fighting for his life to get these two idiots to fuck, Top Zim (Invader Zim), Bottom Dib (Invader Zim), Complete Series: Part 1 of Encoder Series Chapter Summary:

The author no longer needs to fight for his life. :) (look at the tags)