Cradle

by Soundbooty

Summary:

I'm trying something different and YOU get to read it.

 

But dib rapes the shit out of zim, projects onto him, and has to calm him down.

Chapter 1: Selfish

Zim was genuinely scared for his life. Dib called out again, but zim refused to answer. His clothes were ripped and stretched out, not to mention the saliva coating his neck. If only he could reach the door...

"You are so damn greedy, y'know that?" Dib growled, snatching the irken and pinning him down. Dib ripped off the irken's leggings off, forcing a finger into his extremely tight hole.

"You caused the hospitalization of our classmates..." Dib growls, forcing himself inside...

"Nearly killed my dad. But now? You run around letting people use you as they please? I wonder what the tallest would say..."

Zim shuddered at the thought, crying as Dib's warm, thick member seemed excited to destroy his tight, virgin slit. His tallest? What would happen if they knew that he'd been turned into a semen dump for the human? "You tight little tease. Your always doing something, aren't you?" Dib whispers, biting a antenna. Zim squeaked with each rage filled thrust, squirming as his soft hole was ravaged.

"You really are a selfish little bitch, aren't you?"

Chapter 2: (Don't) jump

Summary:

Zim doesn't know how to feel, but dib feels guilty.

Zim inhaled the air, sighing as he looked at the bustling city below him. He couldn't help his irken Chitters, as they usually brought some form of comfort. These specific chirps meant 'it hurts', and it reflected his feeling about the extreme pain deep inside his abdomen. It'd been only two weeks since... The incident... With dib. He did his best to not black out, despite the thought of death being rather pleasant. If he could just impale his pack while it was attached..

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Dib looked tired as he scribbled down his notes from his homework. "Honestly dib? If you hadn't been spending so much time trying to SA zim, you'd be fine." Gaz said,  looking up from her phone. "I am going to treat him well, since you clearly don't know how to treat him."

"Don't joke like that, gaz." 

"I'm serious." 

"..."

Dib felt both jealous and guilty, as he knew that gaz could easily take zim, as zim had genuine respect for her. He broke the pencil he held.

Chapter 3: Rub

Summary:

Just touching...

Notes:

Hey, sorry for the wait! I hit a rough spot and couldn't do any fics... hope you like it, but I'll add more to this one later.

Zim and gaz have been together before. They didn't explicitly date, but they did do couple things together. Gaz used to take him out to dinner, whether it was bloaty's or somewhere nicer, and zim would help her get new tech if not better tech. Then there was touches. Zim was sexually repelled. He hated the feeling of intimate parts being touched or in any form made contact with, but with gaz... he tolerated it. He didn't mind the few times they touched when naked, or when she trailed a little too close to his inner thigh. She asked, she'd respect when he was uncomfortable, and she was so gentle...

 

"Your ok, Zim." Gaz whispered, gently brushing the tip of one of his antennae...

 

She was definately his favorite membrane.