JUST GET THE FUCK OFF ME ALL OF YOU TOUCHY BASTARDING WEIRDO’S!!
Be my sex slave, Hidan-kun!
“Be my sacrifice?”
Bitch, your taken by me.
“I’d like to see ya try, dickmunch - be warned, she ain’t mine for no reason, bitch got a backbone.”
”.. I know right.”
Taken!? by who!
“By a certain sexyass..”
I want you so bad
“I’m taken, sweetcheeks.”
I wrote a lemon about you. Your a rapist.
Da fuck are you on about ya nasty little athiest?!
With a ruddy inquisitiveness that could only be described as feline, Grimmjow blatantly assessed the man before him, feeling that he was being judged as well. He had a good 4 inches or so on the silver-haired man, exuding anger still, and Grimmjow dispassionately looked down as the other came closer.
Grimmjow didn’t change his expression as the finger landed on his cheek, although his skin crawled at the touch—no fucking shithead was going to touch him an—the finger was joined by its counterparts and the cyan-haired Espada felt them close his lips together.
As soon as the fingers left, he snapped his head to the side and sharply brought his teeth down onto the intrusive digits.
Hidan had been told to keep his wits about him when it came to the men and even some of the women that had a thirst for a fight at Iwakiri but those wits once kept were rapidly wearing thin as the towering stranger strung his gaze from the very top of Hidan’s body to the very bottom with a displeased look plastering his obscure features.. It was evident the stranger hadn’t much heart for what may or may not take place amongst the two and amongst those unfortunate enough to be passing by.
The Jashinist would be a fool to think it was acceptable to fight in the presence of a lady, and not to mention, his lady; but it just so happened that Konan, reardless of her gender, wasn’t fragile to violence, nor was she against such an act.. Never the less, if Hidan had carried out exactly as he desired to the towering arrogance in his narrowed gaze - Konan would be the first to cease it.
Grimmjow’s body showed no reaction to the digit delving into his lower jaw and that fact only angered the sadist moreso.. The time spent as the masochist’s blood began to silently boil was soon cut short as a swift movement jarred the strangers features from his grasp and soon the strangers jaws and pearly layers were clenching down upon his own fingers as a sharp, intense pain ceased Hidan’s movements and his other hand was immediately rushed to the scene, grabbing at the aqua tresses entangling between his clasping fingertips, he then began tugging at said tresses, yanking the mans neck and jaw towards his broad, heaving chest.
Hidan was snarling and growling between his own gritted teeth, howling with pain until it all became too much and the sadist cocked his leg, powering the soul of his foot into the pit of the towering strangers stomach, watching as he curled over into the wound and he then took his chance to tug away his fingers from the mans mouth and viciously dart to the mans throat when he first raised his head - throwing him against a neighbouring wall, each and every fingertip that pressed tight to the warmth of the strangers pulsating throat began to slowly and threatingly dig into and snag on the skin of the strangely tressed man where Hidan held him down with the weight of his own chest before hacking up a bay of flem in the back of his throat, releasing it, spitting at the stranger with no remorse.
Shoving the man a fair distance from himself he turned on his heel and left at that moment, catching Konan’s wrist, tugging her with him, fleeing the scene with not even a merciless gaze back at the undoubtedly disgusted silhouette in the distance..
“Tch, that was no fucking fun” he mumbled to himself as he paced away.