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Blessed Are the Wicked
A Kenpachi Zaraki x Reader fanfic based off of this twitter post. c:
What Kenpachi Zaraki wants, Kenpachi Zaraki gets. And he'll make you want it, too...
Chapter One
Too rough. Too hard. Too sharp.
Entirely too much for me.
Son of a fucking bitch. This is the second pair of shoes this month I’d have to throw away thanks to his goddamn carelessness. It’s bad enough I have to get dragged around to these dick measuring contests with all these club-swinging neanderthals, and now this. Would it kill him to act with just a crumb of tact? The idea of him moving with caution for the sake of anyone around him made me chuckle.
Internally, of course.
“Get the hell up.” His voice burst through my thoughts, deep and gravelly. He had a voice that could grip the base of your spine and rattle you.
“Pretty sure he’s not gettin’ up, boss.” I ignored the bald man speaking to stare at the toe of my thigh high boots, the blood splatter I saw something like a Rorschach test. Right now it looked like… I don’t know. Something better than my current predicament.
“What?” He looked down at the body crumpled on the floor with disgust. “Doesn’t look dead to me.”
“Didn’t say he was dead, boss. Just that he’s not gettin’ up. I think… maybe his nose is broken.”
He raised his glare to his shiny-headed number two, Ikkaku. “I only hit him twice…”
“Two really hard hits will do that to ya.” I didn’t have to look up to know the sick prick was smirking at his boss, moved and completely inspired by the man’s brutish tactics. It made my stomach turn how much these men loved their violence.
“You tellin’ me… that this weak sack of shit,” his words punctuated with kicks to said weak sack of shit’s gut, “can’t take a punch?!”
The guy’s body curled up as he gasped for air; so he wasn’t dead. Yet.
“Looks like the case.”
As the two discussed what to do with the breathing punching bag on the floor of the night club, I stared at the backside of the boss man. My protector and also my enslaver, Kenpachi Zaraki. Once upon a time, he and my old man got into some nasty business together. One little black market deal gone wrong, and somehow my dad wound up owing this big, scary fuck a huge debt. It’s not what you think; I volunteered to go. If I’m to rise in the rankings around here I knew I had to show I had the chops for it. I didn’t come from the family with the cleanest records, but blood is blood. If my dad has a debt, we all find ways to pay it.
And this was mine.
This app is nearing impossible for me to navigate…
Obsessed with this little house on the way to Taos
big fan of men who call you spoiled and roll their eyes at you but continue to give into your every whim
Blessed Are the Wicked
A Kenpachi Zaraki x Reader fanfic based off of this twitter post. c:
What Kenpachi Zaraki wants, Kenpachi Zaraki gets. And he'll make you want it, too...
Chapter One
Too rough. Too hard. Too sharp.
Entirely too much for me.
Son of a fucking bitch. This is the second pair of shoes this month I’d have to throw away thanks to his goddamn carelessness. It’s bad enough I have to get dragged around to these dick measuring contests with all these club-swinging neanderthals, and now this. Would it kill him to act with just a crumb of tact? The idea of him moving with caution for the sake of anyone around him made me chuckle.
Internally, of course.
“Get the hell up.” His voice burst through my thoughts, deep and gravelly. He had a voice that could grip the base of your spine and rattle you.
“Pretty sure he’s not gettin’ up, boss.” I ignored the bald man speaking to stare at the toe of my thigh high boots, the blood splatter I saw something like a Rorschach test. Right now it looked like… I don’t know. Something better than my current predicament.
“What?” He looked down at the body crumpled on the floor with disgust. “Doesn’t look dead to me.”
“Didn’t say he was dead, boss. Just that he’s not gettin’ up. I think… maybe his nose is broken.”
He raised his glare to his shiny-headed number two, Ikkaku. “I only hit him twice…”
“Two really hard hits will do that to ya.” I didn’t have to look up to know the sick prick was smirking at his boss, moved and completely inspired by the man’s brutish tactics. It made my stomach turn how much these men loved their violence.
“You tellin’ me… that this weak sack of shit,” his words punctuated with kicks to said weak sack of shit’s gut, “can’t take a punch?!”
The guy’s body curled up as he gasped for air; so he wasn’t dead. Yet.
“Looks like the case.”
As the two discussed what to do with the breathing punching bag on the floor of the night club, I stared at the backside of the boss man. My protector and also my enslaver, Kenpachi Zaraki. Once upon a time, he and my old man got into some nasty business together. One little black market deal gone wrong, and somehow my dad wound up owing this big, scary fuck a huge debt. It’s not what you think; I volunteered to go. If I’m to rise in the rankings around here I knew I had to show I had the chops for it. I didn’t come from the family with the cleanest records, but blood is blood. If my dad has a debt, we all find ways to pay it.
And this was mine.
Just gonna go ahead and put this here since I have a feeling some folks are gonna need the reminder
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"long chapter, sorry guys!"
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"Here's a whole delicious cake I made only for you! Sorry that it's so big and delicious and makes you so happy, I made too much... 😔"
Okay but I always apologize for the long chapters lmao
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You are a superhero and you are sick of it. So you decide to fake your death in the next fight with your nemesis. Unfortunately they have the same plan.
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