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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. It's all welcome here. Just post it anonymously. Once you have posted, you request will be filled by another anonymous, or you will fill someone else's anonymous request. Requests can be filled by fanfics or fanart or some other creative means you come up with. If hosting or posting your piece of art would reveal your identity, send it to me and I will post it for you. If you make a request, pleast at least try to fill out someone else's request. All we've got is the honor system out here, so no one will be keeping tabs if you do or don't, but if you do it would be nice. Spirit of giving and recieveing and whatnot. More than one submission per kink is totally acceptable. Closing Points: Master Link of Kink Memes is here. Almost anything goes, but no bashing please. Keep it anonymous. Play nice, cut free, have fun! EDIT: We now have a Delicious Archive! So, let's do this thing! Tags: invader zim, invader zim kink meme, kink meme
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| From: (Anonymous) |
Date: August 6th, 2011 12:25 am (UTC) |
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"...Z--Zim," Dib wheezed, sweat-sheen face pinched in confused pain, as his body undulated uselessly on the table he was strapped to. Zim stood over him, arms crossed, claret eyes narrowed in scrutiny. He appeared to be doing nothing more than observing, eerily stock-still.
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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| From: (Anonymous) |
Date: August 1st, 2011 02:26 am (UTC) |
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Harnessing the powers of ‘Pustuleio’ hadn’t been all that hard. Deciding who to use it on was surprisingly not that difficult either. Zim watched the stupid human flinch, twitching but still frozen to the spot. He’d put the image on screen and now Dib couldn’t stop watching it, breathing hard, fists clenched.
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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| From: (Anonymous) |
Date: August 2nd, 2011 11:59 pm (UTC) |
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Red stretched and yawned, rolling over to see Purple already awake and playing with a portable console on the bed next to him.
"Who hasn't watched us make rabid, passionate love lately?"
"Invad- No, wait, that was yesterday. The drone in- No, no, she was- Uh, yeah, that's about it."
"We can't have covered everyone in the empire, we're only two weeks in. We should have three or four people left."
"We killed Skoodge, and Tak never reported back to us. MIA, assumed KIA."
"There should be at least one more Irken missing out on seeing our glorious copulation prowess."
"You're not going to like it."
"Out with it. Genious needs an audience."
"The only Irken who has not seen us these past two weeks is Food Service Drone Zim."
"No."
"Yes."
"But he barely counts!"
"He's Irken, he's alive, and he's in contact with us."
"But he's- Zim!"
"Just dial it up already. You know you love how enthusiastic an audience he is, horribly dangerous defective exile or not."
"But, last time he was trying to give me pointers. Me! Advice on how to pleasure you! I hardly-"
"Was it bad advice?"
"Well, I-"
"I seem to recall-"
"Fine! I'll call."
"That's a Tallest, Red. Make sure the holocam's aimed correctly this time."
Zim barely manages to lunge to hit the receive button before his Tallests' call times out. The connection boots the holoprojectors instead of the screen. A little quick math in his head tells Zim that it is indeed that time of year again.
"My Tallests, I am honored, but-"
"Shut up Zim."
"Yeah, enjoy the show."
"I would very much like to, but I am currently-"
"Are you saying that something you are doing could possibly be more important than us?"
"Of course not, it's just-"
"Just time to begin. Quiet."
A muffled whimper goes unheard by the tallests merely because Zim's mic did not pick it up. The sharp edge of the desk that Zim's PAK limbs were currently pinning Dib to to keep him out-of-frame had dug in unexpectedly when Zim's tension peaked. This was not how Dib had envisioned their current struggle progressing.
That was about as far as Dib got in thinking about it before the activities on the screen body-checked all other toughts aside.
Zim's attention had wandered in the predictable direction of what his leaders were getting up to onscreen, nearly forgetting Dib entirely. With the restrainst on him otherwise occupied, Dib levered himself off of the pointed edge of the desk, ignoring the red stain on it. Not enough to worry about. He groaned while trying to stretch the kink out of his back, and earned himself a distracted thwap from Zim that was more 'shut up or get out' than it was 'I should probably get back to trying to hurt you now'.
So, he could take advantage of Zim's partial distraction for short-term gain, or he could learn more about an alien culture. And anatomay. A lot of anatomy. Could Zim do that? With the- More importantly, why would he want to? Right, learning. Not a difficult decision.
Dib plonked himself down crosslegged on the floor and opened his pocket notebook. Several hours and almost the entire notebook in writing later, including segues from detailed schematics of anatomy and the holoprojectors into vivid, pages long fantasies with math in the margins and back again, the call ended after an hour of gradually slowing panting.
"What. Did I just watch."
"More than you deserved to see. Just because your rulers do not put out for their people doesn't mean Irkens are savages."
"That. That was many things, but that was not sex."
Zim looks at him with an 'You're stupider than usual today, human' expression.
"No, really. The thing with the- It looked like his spine snapped! How is that at all arousing?"
"Why don't you come over here and try it, horny Dib-beast?"
Dib is surprised to note that he actually is turned on by this whole ordeal. And that sounded damn much like an invitation. He tucks his notebook back safely into his buttoned pocket and carefully judges the distance between himself and Zim.
He turns as to leave, and darts when facing a nearby console. A kick in the right place and a jump into position, and it's exploding and sending him hurtling back towards Zim.
This will be interesting, he thinks as skin violently meets skin.
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