HEY heres a kinda spicy zadr oneshot i wrote a bit ago but wanna post here. im moving in the morning so this might be it for a hot minute but thanks to anyone who donated to my kofi to help me out of this place as fast as possible, it means more than you could possibly know.
Tw for: choking and asphixiation(in a hot way but also kinda in a murder way), blood, fighting, and generally vaguely 18+ content you've been warned
word count: 1184
It felt like flying. The pain was almost inconsequential against the feeling of soaring through the air, of tumbling, of falling falling falling until his back hit the ground with a crack. His whole body lit up with aches and burning pains, not too far from what he imagined it’d be like to be hit by a truck. It was a wonder nothing broke from the height Zim threw him- it was a wonder he wasn’t dead. It was thrilling though, wasn’t it? To be so so close to death, for the air to be forcefully taken from his lungs, for his heart to be the only sound to break through the ringing in his ears. Zim was soon after him, on top of him, PAK legs around him like a cage, like a spider ready to attack at any moment, like a jail made of blades that could slice him open at the slightest of touches. The cold morning dew was soaking into the back of Dib’s shirt, and his fingers felt numb from the cold. For once, between the two of them, Zim was the one burning the air around him.
There was a slice on Zim’s forehead, one Dib had put there with a well-timed swing of a rock. Pride swelled in Dib’s chest that he was the one to make that thick pink blood drip down Zim’s temple, fall and splash against his own cheek. Zim’s eyes looked crazed; he was practically shaking with anticipation, though for what Dib didn’t know. Maybe he’d kill him and get it over with, maybe he’d kiss him and take him right here on the lawn, maybe he’d knock him out and leave him tied to an observation table to watch him decompose right in front of him. God, that’d be exhilarating, wouldn’t it?
Zim’s smile was full of too many teeth, too sharp, too full of blood. Dib was so cold, he was freezing, but Zim was hot, he was burning and searing and Dib thought he might kiss him. He considered kneeing him in the chest, he considered headbutting and taking his chances against the PAK leg cage, he considered ripping Zim’s wig off and yanking his antenna out.
“You’re shaking,” Zim hissed. “Are you afraid? Afraid I’ll kill you?” His face was so close, so close, so close. He burned. Dib’s hand was shakier than he wanted it to be as he slowly raised it, swiping a thumb through the blood on Zim’s forehead before bringing it to his mouth. He’d always wanted a taste. His eyes almost flew upon with surprise when he deliberately licked the too-viscous blood off his thumb. It was sweet, exploding on his tongue like sour candy. Maybe he’d drain him of all of it and bottle it to keep, to study, to drink whenever he missed him. Dib let a smile crack at his lips.
“You taste good.” That got him. Zim’s smirk fell into a confused grimace. He curled his hands in Dib’s shirt, pulling him up just to slam him back into the ground. Fireworks of pain burst behind his eyes when his skull hit the dirt.
“Shut. up.” Zim growled, but Dib could see his face grow hotter, see how he was leaning down closer than ever. Dib laughed a little defeated hiccup-y laugh. He let it bubble up his chest and tug his lips until his teeth were fully bared. A hand curled into Zim’s tunic, he felt like he just might burn his fingers off if he touched him. Dib could burst into flames under his glare, he couldn’t help the way his eyes kept flicking to that grimace, to those teeth, couldn’t help how his mind kept imagining how they’d feel tearing his throat open, pricking holes into his skin, ripping him apart. Dib couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help himself. With a snarl leagues away from his earlier laugh, he lunged up as much as he could and yanked Zim’s mouth down into his.
Zim didn’t hesitate. He slammed his eyes closed, dropping to the ground and yanking Dib’s skull into his hands. He grabbed Dib so hard he pulled blood from his scalp. He pulled at Dib’s hair, he bit at his lips until the human’s blood was all he could smell, all he could taste. Every sense was flooded with Dib. Dib yanked and pulled and bit right back, filling his every touch, taste, and smell with Zim. He scratched at Zim’s back, he ground his hips into his, he tugged at Zim’s wig until his antennas were exposed enough to get a grip on, and then he pulled at those.
It was just as violent and competitive as their fights, if possible even more. Dib’s tongue caught at his lips and forced its way into Zim’s mouth. Zim was eager to return the favor, his segmented tongue finding its way into Dib’s mouth and shoving down his throat. Each rib and segment seemed like it caught in a new way to cut off his breath. It burned and choked and gagged, but Zim didn’t let up.
When he pulled away just enough to let the human breathe, he kept one hand right over his throat- not scratching, not pressing, just resting there as he watched the human pant for breath with hungry eyes. It was a reminder, a warning, a way to say “one wrong move, and I’ll kill you.” It was like lightning through his veins. Dib’s eyes had barely opened halfway before he was back on top of him, taking away his breath all over again.
Dib knew Zim was winning. He didn’t care. How could he when his body felt like fire, when the aches and stings only added to it, when Zim was practically glowing in the blurs of his vision. He ran his hands over Zim’s back, and his PAK burned to the touch, searing his fingers, making him yank back and flinch into the frozen ground. Zim followed him, pressing their bodies closer, closer, closer. So close Dib couldn’t tell where he stopped and Zim started, so close that Dib was completely at his mercy when Zim shoved his tongue back down his throat to choke and gag him, this time until the pleasure and panic of lack of air combined into one crescendo, and his vision went black.
He woke up a few hours later, sore, tired, and drenched in sweat, but in his own bed. When he lifted his head, a headache pounded against his head like his brain was trying to press against his skull until it cracked from the pressure. A few of the worse wounds were wrapped in bandages he didn’t remember doing, done precisely as if by someone with years of experience, (albeit by someone who’d deemed the scraps of Dib’s ruined shirt appropriate material for a bandage). And right across his chest was something scribbled in Irken using big hot pink letters. Dib couldn’t read it, but he’d be willing to bet it said something along the lines of “I win.”
Night didnt mean anything to deadsec..not like they could see outside half the time. The place was just as loud as it was during day. There was always something going. Normally the noise wasnt so bad it was often nice hearing how alive the place was with just the group. Tonight was different though, at least to y/n. It was so much louder..so loud it kind of hurt.
Y/n pushed themselves back into the couch but they couldn't escape it. Everything made noise, wrench,marcus, haratio, sitara, hell even josh! The keyboard sound was driving y/n crazy. They pulled thier blanket over thier ears in a attempt to muffle it but it didnt work that well..even muffled sound was to much sound. They needed to leave..they needed quiet. This place was suffocating...so so suffocating. Y/n jolted up and rushed out into the closest door not even taking note of where it lead..
Shutting the door they found themselves in a closet. They sound was more muffled than the blanket so they took it. Sliding down against the wall they curled up and put thier hands over thier ears. It was close to silence so it would have to do.. "y/n?" They winced as a robotic voice came from the other side of the door. They tried to ignore him but wrench spoke again "you good? You ran into a closet"
"I know that!" Y/n snapped and instantly groaned as a spike on pain shot through thier head. Slowly the door creaked open and a mask showing a O.o face peeked in. Y/n grimaced and wrench leaned fully in. "You okay?" Y/n didnt reply. Wrenches masked flashed a -_- before he slid into the closest shutting the door behind him. He slowly sat down "y/n?" He said softly taking them by surprise. "How loud is it?" Y/n looked up and wrench tilted his head "josh gets like this sometimes..sitara taught us how to handle it" oh..that made sense. Y/n scooted closer "real loud" they whispered. Wrench nodded and pulled out his phone and ear buds. Y/n watched as he unlocked his phone and clicked around for a bit before offering the ear buds to y/n. "Wanna try soft music?..it doesn't have any words..just instrumental" y/n felt warm. This was a difficult wrench from the one they knew but they really liked this softer one. They reached out and plucked the earbuds. Poping them in soft piano music filled thier ears..the volume was low. It was nice. Y/n closed thier eyes .
Wrench watched silently. Suddenly y/n leaned forward placing thier head on wrenches shoulder "thanks.." they whispered. Wrench didn't reply but wrapped and arm around them. Sitting thier he wasnt sure he ever wanted to leave.
A very short zadr/zade hurt/minimal comfort fic ive had in my wips for a few months.
Tw for blood and fighting and alot of crying
Word count; just under 1000
Zim looked like a wreck. He was bleeding and bruised and staring blankly like he wasn’t even in there anymore. Dib had done that to him.
He didn’t feel any of the satisfaction he used to. He just wanted things to feel normal again. He wanted to take pride in seeing the alien under him. But he didn’t. He had hurt Zim and it wasn’t making any of his own pain stop.
Dib glared at him, trying to catch his breath, trying to figure out why it felt so wrong. It never used to feel wrong. His breath hitched in pain. He wanted to stop looking at him like that, he hated that he just looked so sad, so hurt, so empty. He used to be so full, full of life and rage, full of passion. Zim’s eyes used to glow before he pounded Dib’s face into the pavement. He used to smile before breaking Dib’s bones, he used to fight like it was as easy as breathing. Dib looked away, a tear falling down his face he dropped his bat.
“Hit me back.” He was shaking like he’d been dunked in cold water. Zim just looked at him. He was waiting, waiting for another blow, waiting for Dib to say something. Dib had never seen him so quiet for so long. Dib choked on his own breath. His throat caught on a sob that clawed its way up his throat without his permission.
“Hit me” it wasn’t a request, it was a plea, he was begging him to hit him back, to fight back so he hurt too, so they were even, so he wasn’t the monster. Zim should hit him back, he should hit him back, he deserved it, he deserved to hurt, why wasn’t he hurting. Why wasn’t Zim hurting him like Dib hurt him? Dib’s legs couldn’t support him any longer. He dropped to his knees in front of him, meeting his level. Zim’s eyes watched him fall.
“Hit me, Zim.” he was really crying now, he could feel it in his chest. He felt sick, looking at him, looking at what he’d done. He grabbed the bat and forced it into Zim’s limp hands. It just rolled off his lap, so Dib put it back and closed his fist over it, holding it there, forcing him to hold it. “Zim please, please please do something.”
The way Zim looked at him felt wrong. It felt like hurt and pity. He wanted there to be anger in those eyes, he wanted his Zim back. “What’s wrong with you?! Hit me, fight me Zim, come on!” When he moved his hands the bat dropped again and clanged against the floor. The sound shot white-hot anger through him. He wanted to hear it swing past his head, he wanted his ears to ring when Zim would knock him in the face with it, he wanted to hear the wood crack under Zim’s fingertips. He wanted to hurt so bad.
“Goddammit Zim,” Dib sobbed, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him close. “Please do something, do anything, please please please just hit me back,I’m sorry, please, hit me.” He flinched when a green hand moved to his face. He wanted it to be rough, he wanted it to ball into a fist and knock a tooth loose, but it didn’t. It swiped a thumb under his eye. Zim wiped away his tears, gentle when all he wanted to do was to hurt. Dib shoved his face into his chest. His voice sounded animal, insane. He sounded as wrecked as Zim looked. “Please Zim please”
The hand cradled the back of his head, pressing Dib’s face into his shoulder, holding him in place when Dib gripped the back of his shirt and screamed. He screamed his throat raw. He gripped onto Zim’s back and yelled and sobbed and begged. Begged for his life, begged for Zim to take it, to take him, to make his bones ache and muscles tear and skin bleed. Zim didn’t say a damn word, not even a whimper of pain. He didn’t even cry. Why did Dib want him to cry? He wanted him to scream at him like he used to, to hold him down and choke the life out of him, to slice his throat and break him down until he was nothing but a dismembered corpse rotting in his arms.
“I’m sorry, Zim, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry please—please–Zim, I’m, I’m so sorry.” Zim pet his hand through Dib’s hair. It was comforting. Or, it was supposed to be comforting. It wasn’t supposed to shoot white hot rage and shame through Dib’s blood. He choked on his own tears, clawed his hands down Zim’s back.
Dib pulled him in so tight he could crush him in his arms. Zim just hugged back limply. “Please Zim, please, say something, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”
“It’s okay.” His voice was small and broken, and it came out muffled from behind Dib’s tears. Dib didn’t want to hear it, he didn’t want to feel like this, he didn’t want to feel. His chest burned. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Zim held him as he screamed, as he cried, as he beat on his shoulders and ripped at his skin.
Zim held Dib until his body slumped limp in his arms. Dib cried into Zim’s shoulder until his legs went numb, until his eyes stung from the tears, until his tears soaked through Zim’s shirt and burnt his skin. Dib cried until he couldn’t anymore. He fell asleep against his enemy, arms wrapped around him, hands tangled in his shirt. Even in sleep, he heaved sad, pitiful breaths into Zim’s chest.
AH okay this wasnt gonna take so long but i got NERVOUS about actually posting it where people could see grgrgr okay
(Could be read as zadr or zadf)
The sky always seemed to blur in moments like this. The colors mixed and faded into an afterthought as sneakers pounded against the concrete. Dib's heart beat in his ears, blood rushing through his veins, adrenaline crashing over him in waves like an ocean in a storm, threatening to knock him over, to take him down, to drag him out into the sea of madness. The feeling was overwhelming, like fire in his skin, like his blood had been replaced with pop rocks, like his chest had been carved open and inside was the entire sky.
It was the feeling of Zim.
Zim was back, he was right there. It was like Dib was in a haze, like the entire world was narrowing to the sidewalk in front of him. To the wet dew on the early morning grass, to the mud slicking under his shoes, to Zim standing there clicking an alien tablet like he hadn't noticed Dib racing towards him like a bullet, to Zim, to Zim. He skidded to a halt at the edge of his yard, panting ragged breaths, sounding as if no one had ever taught him how to breathe. He was dizzy with adrenaline, the world seeming to spin until it was them, just them.
“Zim!” The name was ripped from his throat in almost a cry, a desperate plea to get his attention. Zim's eyes snapped to his like magnets, a pink hue breaking through those ugly purple contacts. His wig was off center, and his cheek had a light purple bruise that Dib didn't remember giving him. He set his jaw. Dib tried to copy him, if only to stop the trembling in his bottom lip. He exhaled sharply, shoulders slumping in something that felt far too similar to relief. Zim opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but Dib didn't wait for a response. He bolted forward, grabbing Zim and sending them both tumbling to the ground. He wrapped his arms around him tight, like if he didn't hold on Zim would vaporize into nothing before his very eyes. Dib twisted and let his own back take the blunt of the fall, rolling with him in the mud. He supposes this was something akin to a hug.
Zim let out a strangled scream as he wrestled himself out of Dib's death grip. His pak legs deployed and staked into the soft ground, stopping them from rolling another inch. He managed one blow to Dib's face, setting his glasses off center. He reeled back for another when he realized the boy under him was laughing. He stalled, waiting for Dib to attack him back, but he just smiled a large toothy grin, showing off a snaggle tooth that never grew in right, and a chipped front tooth that was no doubt the result of one of their previous tussles.
“Asshole!” The laugh punched out of Dib like a truck. He felt stupid for the single tear that managed to seep out of his eye. “Where have you been?” he reached up and dragged Zim down on top of him in another hug. His pak legs felt like a cage from the outside world. Zim wanted to yank back. He knew he was stronger than Dib, knew he could easily pull out of Dib's hold and blast his head off with a laser. But the Dib was gasping into him, a hicuppy laugh that sounded close to hysterics.
“What is wrong with you?” Zim carefully folded the metal legs away, sitting up onto his knees and inadvertently taking Dib with him. He didn't want to let him go.
“Shit, Zim,” he smiled. “I missed you, fuck…” He shook his head and pulled back to look at the disgruntled alien. “I missed you... A lot.” Zim's eyes narrowed in confusion, like he had somehow fallen into a wrong dimension, like this Dib wasn't quite his Dib. Dib dropped his arms and flopped back into the wet grass with a sigh. “God, I thought I was gonna go insane without you here.”
“You… missed me?” Dib threw an arm over his face, giggling like an idiot, relief washing over him because Zim was here, kneeling beside him, hand still pulled back like he was ready to swing again. Dib didn't mind it, he couldn't bring it in himself to care when the pain stinging his cheek was so familiar. "Well um… of course you missed me. I am Zim."
Dib actually snorted at the concept lm "Asshole," he mutters again. "You gotta stop leaving like that. I was sure you had died this time."
"Mm, and celebrated no doubt," Zim hummed, dropping his arm and standing to dust himself off of the mud and grass. He fixed his wig, and without thinking, offered a gloved hand to pull Dib up off the ground. By the time he realised what he'd done he had half a mind to yank his hand back, but Dib was already grasping it like a lifeline as he pulled himself off the ground with Zim's steady grip. "Quit blubbering. Your stupid human emotions are getting on me."
"Yeah, yeah." Dib wiped a palm over his watery eyes and settled his glasses back on his face. Despite everything in him, Zim smiled. A crooked smile with sharp pink teeth and nervous eyes that almost sent Dib into another laughing fit. Dib bumped his shoulder into Zim's."Don't look at me like that"
Y/n wasnt a hugger, in fact y/n hated contact complety. A simple touch on the shoulder or a handshake would make the man freeze. Leorio found out quickly when he asked for a high five one time and just got a blank uncomfy stare. Leorio took note of the hatred quickly and held his normally affectionate self back. It was hard..y/n was the perfect example of cute! How could someone not wanna squeeze him!? Affection was leorio's love language! He hated not being able to touch you. Making you angry or uncomfy was something he would at any cost though..so no Touch.
The two guys has been freinds for a while.. and each passing day it became harder to not ruffle y/n's soft looking hair or pinch his pink cheeks. Leorio was currently in his apartment playing games while y/n watched. Leorio felt the pressure to show off to y/n, show him he was cool! But right now he was stuck..the level was too hard and he could figure out the puzzle. Y/n watched closely amused by leorio's frustration. Then something clicked and y/n pointed towards the screen "can you move that?" Leorio gave it a try not having any other option and sure enough it was right! The code was behind it!
Leorio turned to y/n who seemed happy he was right. Filled by excitement leorio smiled "dude! Your so smart I could kiss you!" Then there was the awkward silence..leorio shot up shaking his head "well...Ya know i dont mean I'll kiss you! Just a expression" he rubbed his neck his face hot. Y/n blushed laughing "I'll just take a hug" he smiled and leorio's heart stopped "a hug?." Y/n shrugged "I mean yeah..only if you-" leorio almost caused the two to fall as he moved forward taking the smaller Male in his arms. Y/n was silent but slowly hugged back putting his head onto leorio's chest. "I though you hated touch?" Leorio asked looking down. The sight of y/n pressed against his chest almost gave leorio a heart attack. Y/n smiled softly avoiding eye contact, a light pink dusting his face "well...your an exception..." leorio hugged him tighter "so only I can touch you?" Y/n went red and swatted leorio's arm "dont say it like that!" Lauging leorio apologized "fine..but you dont mind my affection?" He asked y/n nodded "as long as you ask..I dont mind"
Ny finds you deposing of your best freinds abusive partner
Gender neutral.
Ny didnt expect a strange night when he went out. In fact everything was very peaceful for once..the wall didnt need new blood, the slushy machine worked, hell even his music was good! His night was going great..that was....
Until he turned and saw you.
You were stood in the back of a ally drenched in blood, a very clearly dead person legs were clutched in your hands. He coughed and you jumped gasping a bit. Dispite the fact that he new he should be waery the sight of you jumping back more scared of him was amusing.
You looked around frantically like a scared animal NY just tilted his head "terrible place to hide a corpse you know.." you blinked "h-huh?" Ny stepped closer "what? Didnt hear me?" It was so quiet you must have been deaf not to hear him! "N-no! I heard you..just..uh..." Ny held up a hand and you shut up. He walked closer and you backed up even farther. He chuckled "you scared of me? Shouldnt it be the other way around?" You gulped but nodded "well your approaching a murderer by choice man"
Ny nodded along, he was doing that. "You've never killed before" he said matter of factly "you have?" You asked. "Course I have! I'll help you find a better place! Scince I'm in such a good mood!" He smiled at you. You looked so uneasy "uh....." Ny sighed "what? Dont want my help? I'm trying to be nice here! I could just leave you be to be caught! Or I could even turn you in!" He was now right in your face your back pressed against the ally wall. "N-NO!" You ran a hand down your face "if you could help....I clearly need it.."
Ny moved back pleased with your answer "that you do! Now let's get this poor sucker someplace harder to find!" He mentioned for you to grab the bodys legs. You did and he got the arms, lifting the cadaver the two of you moved deeper into the ally. It was very awkward..you were very nervous that was obvious. "Soo..what the guy do for you to shank them?"
You looked up to him and your face soured "they're a dick..or they were"
"What kind of dick? The world's got lots of them"
You dipped your head towards him "true..they..they were my freinds partner. A terrible one at that! Constantly putting them down, beating on them! Just being plain horrible! I couldn't stand it anymore! I had to do something there was no way my freind was gonna leave them! I had to get rid of them!" Ny watched you rant till you were red in the face all with a grin. You were right..bad people must be snuffed out.
"So murder?" He asked
"So murder" you answered
You two found what Ny called a 'safe place for bodies'. He helped you cram the bloodied dude into a spot where it wouldn't be found..at least not until it was bone..he would have burned or chopped it up but you two didn't have the time or the tools.
Standing up you stretched your back and Ny whipped his hands on his pants. "Well..it was quite nice to meet ya!" He smiled and for the first time you smiled back. Ny felt a pang of something..something strange but he ignored it. "Anyway you should go clean yourself, later!!" He was about to jog off before you called out "wait! Thanks for the help..."
He felt hot a bit..thank yous werent normal for him..
