#rindou

[widestwaistlines]

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Hey~"

[widestwaistlines]

The OG all-devouring she-beast

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taking advantage of food wars being old media at this point to hoard the girls

[rindousfavoritewife]

Being cracked by Rindou would really heal me rn.

[hrts4chanel]

subtle | rindou haitani x reader

i would consider it suggestive but not mdni

i am a firm believer that rindou haitani is into subtlety…

from the way he looks at you to the way he even practically 'bagged you', it just screams ‘yea i didn’t have to do much by the way.'

which is what he wishes but in reality he was absolutely doing the most to get your attention on him... and you both obviously met at a club.

‘hey, i haven’t seen you around these parts.’

practically about to roll your eyes for nth time tonight, you really couldn’t just enjoy your drink on your own without some guy breathing down your neck.

thinking back to how your friends said, ‘this’ll be a fun opportunity to meet new people.’ you argued with them that going to your local club where you had already known everyone was more than enough.

'that's the thing! we need to get out there and get with people we don't know, do you know how boring it is to get with the guy who has a small fry dick?'

smiling to yourself, you slowly remembered the position that you were in.

releasing a heavy sigh, you turned around from the bar and faced the guy, leaning back on the counter as you mentally prepared yourself for how this could go - knowing a man.

yet, the guy looked kinda worth talking to. had a a crazy haircut of a mullet and his violet eyes only seemed to bore into your soul. he had that loser look to him, that was totally your taste.

maybe entertaining him won’t be so bad, you thought to yourself.

‘well are you just gonna stare at me, or give me an answer.’ with the way he had phrased it you would have thought he wasn’t even asking at this point.

damn, you were caught checking him out. the bit of liquid courage that you had earlier pushing you to some sort of false confidence.

‘hm… i dunno, do i really need to answer you though?’ teasing him as if this could go well with a random man practically caging you between him and the bar.

thought, you had noticed he was standing close, but not close enough where you had no room to walk out on him. points for bare minimum respect, i guess.

letting out a ‘tch’ as he rolled his eyes with a faint smile, he took in the sight of the empty barstool next to you. it was close to assume that he was going to get comfortable.

and you had two choices, practically walk away the moment he sits down to give him the blatant subtle hint that you weren’t interested... or sit and entertain his seemingly harmless ass.

you picked the latter once you saw him situate himself on the barstool facing the bartender as you faced the dance floor.

‘grab me a beer.’

staring at him from your peripheral. he has a really nice side profile, with his loose bangs or whatever you’d call them, plus his jaw and whole facial structure was just calling to have you grab him and make out with him.

okay wait, were you ovulating…?

you tried hard not to make it look like you were checking him out again but with how imaginative you were getting with your thoughts, he could have practically heard them and gosh was he annoyingly observant.

actually no, you were already so far drunk, unaware to the fact that you were practically eye-fucking him.

turning around to face you, he stared at you with his face on his palm.

‘do you have a staring problem?’

quickly trying to save yourself. ‘no, do you?’

letting out a snicker at that. ‘yea, i’m really getting the idea that you aren’t from these parts.’

well of course you aren’t. because there's no way you'd be talking to the owner of the club like that, right?

giving him a knowing smile, you shifted and turned around to face the bar.

‘and what makes you say that?’

‘i don’t know, it’s just something about you.’

fighting back the urge to laugh in his face at the utterly predictive lines he was pulling you with, you let out a sigh to brush it off and played with the glass rim of your drink as he took another sip of his beer.

‘sooo, you don’t talk much?’

mirroring his prior actions, you held your face in your palm and held a not so shy look.

‘nah, but you seem to do.’

‘actually no, i’m just trying to get to know you…’

holding a smile at how you were actually falling for his words - blame the fact that he was attractive. you really shouldn't be this easy though.

‘hmm, i guess you are.’

exasperated at what you just said back to his flirting trials, he let out a pretty loud sarcastic comment.

‘wow. you really can’t give me something to work with here?’

laughing at his outburst, ‘well, what do you want me to say? aren’t you the one who said that you want to get to know me.’

with an unprecedented amusement to yourself, you watched as he inhaled and brought out the glass of beer onto his lips, slowly drinking it all in and leaving you with nothing but his striking adam's apple...

where on closer inspection, was that a tattoo? too drunk out of your ass to really check it out. he on the other hand was sure to notice your brief gaze on his throat.

placing the glass down, he tried to clear his throat to try and garner your attention back to his face, anywhere else but there.

still you seemed distracted, so he did what any other person would do in his place.

'your name, how about this?'

looking back at him with the mention of your name. he took that as a sign to continue.

'you should come around here more often, it brings a new vibe to the place.' patting your shoulder uncharacteratsically as he took his leave.

left a bit perplexed at the fleeting touch from him, you turned to see where he was going but he only seemed to have disappeared among the crowds.

and damn you never even got his name, but wait... how did he even know your name?

author's note: wooo!! debut post! rindou was probably very oc but i just wanted to write something for him.

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[ahunkofmanmeat]

[lettersbythesea]

angst with hints of rough sex. 18+; minors do not interact.

rindou likes girls who are loud like him. girls who have big smiles on their spray-tanned, made-up faces and a cheap beer in their hands. he likes girls with long, manicured nails that leave dark red lines up and down his back while he pounds into them. he loves throwing parties with his older brother ran and best friends shion, kakucho, izana, mochizuki, and yasuhiro. he loves djing for said parties showing off his skills while a tall, curvy, pretty girl hangs on his arm swaying her hips to the beat. he likes drinking and fighting, two things that usually land him in either a police car or ran's bathroom doubled over the toilet. rin likes it when girls fawn over him and only him. he doesn't like it when they fawn over ran.

he doesn’t like girls who are meek and sickeningly sweet ( he prefers his girls to have a certain bite or fire to them ). he doesn’t like girls who wear glasses or are shy and duck their heads or dodge out of the way whenever they see him. he likes it when girls scurry away in the opposite direction whenever they spot him walking their way. he lets out a snarky giggle or comment to their retreating bodies. he hates it when girls smile and giggle around their friends. he prefers it when they turn their heads towards him and freeze in place, faces paling and eyes shining with fear and recognition. their whining and crying grate on his nerves, his fists clenching and unclencing desperately trying not to smack them around ( ran's his mother's words ringing in his ears: “don't go hitting girls, rindou. they're soft, fragile beings who deserve nothing but respect” ). he hates girls who feel so much and are sensitive to everything around them. girls who cry when they see a child dropped their ice cream or tear up over a dog howling for their mother. he grinds his teeth when he bumps into a girl and she jumps out of her shoes and looks up from her phone. when he takes a peek at what she's staring at and sees a picture of a wet kitten being rescued by a group of people who saved it after it was thrown off a bridge, rindou scoffs and carries on his way.

he also doesn’t get why girls crying and screaming for him to stop whaling on their boyfriends, brothers, classmates hurts him so much. he doesn’t understand nor does he want to understand. he doesn’t care. that’s why the boy in front of him who accidentally checked his shoulder as he and the girl walked past is now a black, blue, bloody mess.

he hates weak girls. he hates girls who cry, who beg, plead, scream. he hates shy girls.

the only type of girl rindou will let stand by his and his brother’s side is a girl who has a good head on her shoulders. a girl who can give him a run for his money. can throw back good banter. a girl who can hold her own in a fight. he likes a girl he takes care of herself. a girl who knows the streets almost as well as him and ran do. a girl who can take it in the bedroom and has the stamina and energy to keep up with him ( and ran when they go out patrolling the streets or get caught in skirmishes. rindou would never involve his girl in a major gang fight ).

one thing, though, that rindou would never do no matter what type of girl she was is that he'd never dare lay a hand on her.

[widestwaistlines]

The look she gives you before either you either lose 5 hours and end up belly-up having eaten the weirdest stuff you've ever had to the point you feel like you're about to burst.

Or you're pinned under her after she's dragged you to this fancy restaurant and eaten everything when you tap out after plate 2.