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I’d rather rule in hell than serve in heaven. We’d be at the bottom of the food chain up there but down here, we can live like kings.
ALITA: BATTLE ANGEL 2019 directed by Robert Rodriguez
Ed Skrein as Zapan in Alita: Battle Angel (2019) dir. Robert Rodriguez
If Only for a Moment 『Yandere!Zapan x Reader』 Lemon
Word Count: 923
Warnings: NC, biting, a bit of blood.
Silicon tore through flesh as Zapan forced himself inside of you. With no warning, he was buried to the hip and in that instance, you swore you felt something inside of you tear. A choked gurgle was the only sound you allowed yourself to utter as you bit down on your lips so harshly you drew blood. Blood and adrenaline were thick in the air as he had just returned from a fresh kill, and he always wanted to share his victory with you in the best way he knew how. No words, no pretenses, you knew what he wanted, and he took it with that dazzling smile cutting through the gloom you tried to hide in.
His hips bucked in a frantic pace, but each thrust expertly aimed to bring you closer and closer to the edge despite the tears that spilled down your cheeks. His body, so hard, an imitation of humanity, pressed you into the wall of the place you were forced to call home. You braced yourself against the wall, refusing to hold him in the way he wanted but he didn’t notice, too lost in the feeling of being with you—being connected. You know that you were bleeding from the forced entry, and you mentally kicked yourself for not preparing. You felt each thrust in perfect clarity. You could feel the bruises forming and your walls stretching, and every single second passed like an eternity. You silently prayed that you would just black out from the pain. You should know how this goes by now, but it’s just so hard. It’s easier to close your eyes and hope that you’ll wake up from this.
“Ah, you should’ve seen me.” He rasped into your ear, nuzzling his nose affectionately in your hair. “I dominated.” a thrust that had your toes curling and the shame in your belly threatening to make you vomit, “They always plead in the end,” a breathy laugh right in your ear that made you shiver from disgust or arousal you did not want to know. “It’s all worthless. I do what I have to do.” He raises a hand to trace the soft flesh of your neck. “To return home to you.”
His fingers clench firmly around your throat but slack enough so you can speak. “So, did you miss me, kitten?” A lilting question that was almost innocent in its delivery. You didn’t miss the edge like his blade. Answer accordingly, you’ve rehearsed this.
“I—” a gasp broke through as he turned your hips so that he could go even deeper. The pain that you swore would split you open now evolving into need. “I missed you so much!” you moaned, and his grin was so fierce he couldn’t contain it. “I knew you missed me! But you know how hard I work for you—for us.”
“I-I do.” Warmth started to pulsate deep inside and finally you threw your arms over his shoulders as he hoisted you up higher for a better angle. His cock vibrated and pulsed within you, the functions enabled since you were being good for him. If you could play the part, you would be treated the part. “I-I’m always so lonely, though.” A mewl slips through and now he’s ravaging your neck with fanged kisses. “You missed me, kitten?” He trails his tongue along the hallow of your neck, so vulnerable he could take a bite and end it all. “Missed me? Or did you miss my cock?”
You whimpered, not wanting to answer and not even wanting to think about it, but he was squeezing your windpipe now and you were starting to see colors in the darkness behind him. “M-m-missed you…” You whimpered, tears flowing anew.
“Which part of me did you miss?” He’s eating this up and loving your distress.
“A-all. I missed everything.” Good answer.
Releasing your throat, his hips work feverishly. Both arms loop around your waist and hold you close chest to chest. Your head is thrown back, as he lavishes you in the attention you deserved. He always felt bad about leaving his kitten behind.
“Then come for me.”
Teeth tear through your shoulder, deep enough for your vision to go white as you climax. For a few moments you can forget about the murderer holding you in his arms like you are the most precious thing in this shithole of a city and even better, you can forget that you’re enjoying it. For a moment you could pretend that you wanted it all along.
He rides out his high long after you’ve grown oversensitive, gently licking your wound as if he can make it better. Your legs go slack, and he carries you to your bed. You don’t have the strength to hold on as he looks for a bandage and disinfectant. There’s a pep in his step as he looks around and even with his back turned you know there’s a smile that’s stretched across his face. He whistles low a song long forgotten and for a moment you feel safe.
Before you finally slip into the land of dreams, you catch sight of the wanted poster emblazoned on the far wall.
Your face stares ahead as Y/n L/n hovers beneath. Your name turns to MURDER before the picture becomes a collage of your alleged victims. Every person that was in the convenience store you had run into for help the night he took you.
Even without him, you had nowhere to run.
