Moffle here, to hopefully provide some fun content for y'all's! This post will triple as my introduction, rules list and my master list!
Let's keep this short as I'm not the star of this show. You can call me Moffle, I've written down my most notable info in the blog's description. I suppose the other most important thing about me is that I'm a bit of a perfectionist, so I might take a while to finish requests! Oh and my native language is German so I'm sorry if my English is a bit whack.
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This fic can be read by itself but technically falls into a loose series of fics I'm working on. If you're interested I'll put a little authors note at the end!
This witch-human was bothersome indeed. Not only did they bypass Zims security with ease on several occasions but now they started to impair his research too. Why, out of all the stupid humans out there, were they the one to believe Dib about him being an alien. Wasn't his disguise flawless!? Perhaps not, after all neither was his security when it came to this “maw jig” this human practiced, whatever it was.
“Zim~” They said again in that annoying tone while sitting right on top of the control panel of Zims latest doomsday device. “No! Zim is busy and has no time to entertain you right now witch-thing!” The human pouted in response. “D’aww but I never get to hang out with you, without that disguise.” “Nonsense, you've seen me like this plenty of times when SNEAKING INTO MY BASE!” Yeah he was still very miffed about that.
“COMPUTER! Remove the witch-stink from my lab!” “Ugh, whatever.” The mechanical voice replied. Metallic tubes snaked down from the ceiling to ensnare them and swiftly pull them up into a system of tubes that would spit them back out somewhere outside of Zims base. He let out a sigh of relief when that was taken care of and he could continue programming his newest weapon.
“What's that thing anyways?” Their voice right beside his head startled him into a scream. “Also it doesn't count as hanging out if I'm here for like two minutes before you just throw me out again.” “COMPUTER!” This continued for a few more times before Zim had to give up. No matter what he tried they’d always be right behind him a second later.
“Fine,” he finally sighed, plopping down into his spinny chair. “What does Zim have to do to get you out of my antennae?” The college student was ecstatic at this, practically skipping over to him. “Oh I wanna know all about your planet, your people- oh do you have magic or witches of your own? Always wondered if magic is an earth only kind of thing…”
A few questions answered only led them to ask more. “Okay so this squiddlyspooch is like your heart? And I guess your antennae are like both your nose and ears?” “The squiddlyspooch is much more complex than the human heart. But yes, it would be the closest equivalent, I suppose. As for my antennae, I simply refuse to even equate them to your weird extra head-holes.”
“Hmm, are they sensitive to touch?” Zim did not like the implication nor how the human bent forward to take a better look at the appendages, bringing their faces rather close together. He especially did not like this strange nervous feeling that started to bubble up in him. Their eye contact suddenly felt a bit intense, their gaze flicking between both of his eyes. He couldn't help but gulp when he saw what he hoped thought might be adoration.
“It is not encouraged to unnecessarily touch them with one's hands as it can temporarily dull the chemo-receptors on them.” It was true but Zim left out the other reasons why this type of touch was heavily discouraged by the empire. They were indeed very sensitive to touch. “Would it hurt you if I touched them? Just a little of course they look kinda cute and fuzzy.” “Cute!? Fuzzy!?” He protested but they just tilted their head expectantly. “You may touch them once, human. Zim hopes you're aware of how truly lucky you are.”
With their face so close he couldn't miss the slight micro expressions. But he didn't have the human intuition to read them properly. Zim made a mental note to look into this more later.
They reached up with their dominant hand and inspected the appendages, deciding on where to start. To their delight, and Zims confusion, he slightly lowered his head. Voices in his head screamed for him to stop and throw this intruder out for good. Yet his body didn't listen to those voices, listening instead to the strange feeling this human seemed to trigger in him lately.
They started at the base of his right antenna, just where his regular skin gave way to the black, chitin-like material. In a way what they had said was true, the chemo-receptors and fine hairs allowed him to smell and hear, but also taste, for better or for worse.
Down there at the base were only few chemo-receptors, but he still very clearly felt their touch. A single finger slowly began to trace upwards, he could pick up more of their unique scent, slightly salty taste and pheromones humans weren't even aware that they possessed. When they reached the bend and paused for a second he let out a ragged breath he didn't realize he had held in. This was a taboo back home, he knew it. B-but this was for the mission! Yes, once the human's curiosity had been satisfied they'd leave him alone again and he could finish programming the weapon.
“It is kinda fuzzy.” They finally said, moving closer to get a real good look at the sensitive appendage. “Especially back here.” This time they wrapped their fingers lightly around it, enveloping it and following the grain of the tiny hairs.
Way back when, when Irkens didn't clone themselves yet the antennae played a big role in finding a suitable mate. Analyzing compatibility based on pheromones. But why, WHY would this human, a completely different species smell and taste so so irresistible to him!?
The humans taste with the friction of their fingers gliding toward the feathery tips of his antenna, the slight pull backwards before the tension slacked when their hand let the appendage glide out of its grasp. Surely they were satisfied now, and would leave him alone and he could chastise himself silently for feeling this way due to a lowly humans touch.
“Hey Zim, are you okay?” It was barely above a whisper. His eyes fluttered open, when did he even close them? He saw his reflection in their eyes and saw the darker green hue his cheeks had taken on. “Of course Zim is okay! It- It is just hard to endure a human's filthy touch to such a sensitive organ!” He lied through his teeth. “Aw, sad, it felt kinda nice, I hoped to do the other one as well.” “Well Zim is nothing if not generous, despite all your human short-comings you may indulge!”
“You know, you did look really cute before, with your eyes closed all relaxed and such.” “Zim is not cute! I am a conqueror of planets a-” “No I meant cute like how … you know some people find other people cute…” This didn't help at all. They saw it in his face. “Like attractive?” “You find Zim attractive?!” It had less bravado than usual. A genuine question before he caught himself. “Why, yes, of course Zim is attractive, I was merely surprised a witch-monkey like yourself could appreciate such refined beauty!” They chuckled at that and there was that adoration again.
They reached out again, but this time Zim wanted to study their expression while they caressed him. He willed his eyes to stay open despite the urge to let them fall shut. Down at the base again, this time they took it between two fingers, having gained a bit of bravery from the previous exploration. If Irkens could get goosebumps Zim would have them by now. And while not having a spine per se his closest analog had a shiver run down it.
He watched their focused gaze, felt their fingers give light, experimental squeezes and even move against the grain, occasionally. The tiny hairs started standing on edge in return, heightening his senses all the more. When they crossed that certain threshold his senses were flooded with their scent and taste again. It was overwhelming and at the same time made him crave more.
What was this strange experiment of theirs doing to him? This was clearly a bad idea and yet he didn't want it to stop. But then he froze for a moment while a realization hit him. Their pheromones were clear, this exercise was one of mostly platonic curiosity.
Of course humans didn't have antennae so caressing them wouldn't instinctively read as anything more to them. Somehow this bugged Zim. He suddenly felt a bit possessive of his bothersome witch-human. Was this due to the irken equivalent of oxytocin flooding his system right now? Perhaps. But he still made a mental note to find ways to level the playing field, so to speak. Surely there were ways to make the human feel just like this too. He was ripped from his thoughts with a last playful tug on his antennae before they let go. “Wow thank you Zim, you really are something else. You just don't feel like anyone I've ever touched before. Even your skin is different.” They caressed the side of his face. “And your eyes, they look like rubies.”
“Yes! Tell Zim more things you like about him!” He lived for this, truly. But they laughed a bit in return thinking he was joking around. “Well, I do admire how truly humble you are.” They chuckled. “But a deal is a deal, you let me have my fun, I'll be out of your hair- er antennae.” They gave him a wink and before Zim could even remember what that gesture meant they vanished. Leaving him alone in his lab, with a tummy full of new feelings and a slight bulge in his pants he dreaded to take care of. After all, ever since he was a mere smeet he had been taught that Irkens had evolved past such filthy needs. And yet here he was. He sighed in defeat.
Meanwhile back in the living room: Witch plops down next to Dib on the couch, visibly exhausted. “Woah, are you okay?” “Yeah I just held a spell of concentration for way too long…” “Why?” “I got a once in a lifetime opportunity and refuse to make things weird!” “What??” “Nevermind. Hey, is that a new episode of Mysterious Mysteries?”
Okay this was a sort of warm up to get back into writing, I'm not suuuper happy with it but I wanted to post something for a start.
As mentioned above, this falls into a little au I wanna write more for. Through plot contrivances Zim, Dib and a Witch are forced to be college roommates. And Gir is there too! Zim set up his new secret base under the apartment building and enters it through a defunct washer in the basement.
The intended route is kinda to have them end up in a Throuple kinda situation eventually lol. But before that more yearning and awkward situations XD
