Rindou Haitani X You - Tumblr Posts
I can’t pick one character so have some options lol
Hakkai, Taiju, Ran, Rindou 💙
“What if I wanted to marry you?”
You don’t even pause when you respond. “I would say no.”
Rindou remains propped against the door frame at the entrance to the bathroom. His arms crossed against his chest, his eyes trained on your reflection as he digests your words.
“You wouldn’t want to marry me?” He lifts a questioning brow.
“I would love to marry you,” you correct, fingers massaging your face wash into your skin. “Just not while I know nothing about you.”
His eyes narrow when you bend to rinse your face. “What exactly don’t you know about me?”
He begins to strip out of shirt as he waits for you to reply. Carefully undoing the buttons until his half tattooed torso is exposed to you. When you straighten from the sink it’s in time to see him toss his shirt into the hamper and step up behind you. He reaches for a hair tie and piles his hair into a knot. Reflexively you pass him his— yes, it is his not one of yours, black with little cat ears because you thought it’d be cute— hair band and watch as he secures his bangs away from his face. You’re transfixed by the number of muscles that have flexed just for him to fix his hair up.
“Uh- I really only know your name Rindou,” you say. “I know where you live and that you make a lot of money. And that you have one older brother. That’s- that’s about it.” You clear your throat when he flashes you a smirk, your eyes falling on everything but him. “I don’t know where you work. Your birthday, your favourite colour, what you like to do in your spare time. Are you a cat or a dog person?“ You pause eyes flickering to his quickly before you continue. “Are you even an animal person? And besides. You don’t know enough about me to want to marry me.”
Rindou hums, fingers flexing on his belt buckle as he begins to loosen it. You clutch your towel closer to you. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes keep bouncing between his body and other things in the room. “If you knew these things about me then you’d marry me?”
Your brows furrow when you turn to him. “I think you’re missing the point Rindou-“
“I get the point,” he interrupts. “I do. I just want to clarify that you think knowing these things will decide whether or not we’re compatible enough for marriage.”
That stalls you a little.
“I know what you look like first thing in the morning, drunk, delirious from exhaustion, dazed from arousal,” he starts just as he drags the belt free from loops in his slacks. “I know what you sound like upset, happy, scared, dejected, four orgasms deep as you’re begging me to go slow,” he chuckles when your jaw snaps shut, stepping closer to cup your face so you’re forced to look at him. “I know what you smell like after three hours at the gym, fresh out of the shower, your cunt after you’ve been sitting in panties soaked with your arousal.”
You squeak indignantly at his forwardness but he doesn’t stop. His eyes search yours. “I know that you taste like warm honey in the morning, and something richer at the end of the day. You’re delicious. I promise.” You gulp when he readjust his hold on you. One of his thumbs rubbing circles into the back of your neck as his other hand snakes around your waist to pull you flush against him. “I know that you feel perfect against me. Your skin is soft and hot and I can never get enough of the way you melt beneath my fingers.”
He flashes you a knowing smile. “But I also know where you work and your birthday and your favorite colour. I know that you read and write a lot in your spare time but you also every spare second you have at the shelters in this community. I know which animal you prefer and that you are in fact an animal person in general.”
Your lips are parted as Rindou continues and distantly you think this might be the most he’s ever said in one go to you ever.
“For your information, I’m an executive at Bonten. I don’t have a favourite colour but I prefer darker colours like navy blue, black, dark brown, and grey. I rarely have spare time but I spend most of it with you or at the gym. I like MMA. I’m a dog person but my favourite animals are snakes and lizards. I’m definitely an animal person.”
He finishes by kissing you softly. Both hands cupping your face now when he pulls back. “How long should I wait before I propose properly?”
You blink dumbly at him. “Give me twenty four hours,” you rasp. “I need to get my hair and nails done.”
Rindou chuckles. “Deal.”
promises, promises and more promises
Rindou Haitani x Reader
Rindou doesn't understand why you stay with him
Rindou stands frozen in the doorway of your shared-penthouse with his eyes blown wide in shock as you grip his shoulders for support and tiptoe to kiss him; once on his cheek, then his nose before finally, flat on his lips. You walk back to where you came from, leaving him standing there with a face so embarrassingly flushed red that no one would believe the two of you have been married for two years-- going on three years this spring. He touches his cheek, as if still in shock that you kissed him, that you're his; the rings that you both wear and your wedding photos that you refuse to take off the wall, proof enough.
He blinks and hisses, shakes his leg when his mind registers the sudden stinging pain by his ankle. You come running towards him, again, with your arms outstretched in some sort of a greeting, to which Rindou opens his arms too in welcoming. However, much to his dismay, you drop to your knees once you near him and for a moment something pregnant with lust and amusement flickers of his face and he thinks, oh? that type of greeting. You seem to be full of surprises today because there is no greeting, he realizes once he looks down and sees you scooping up a small, white kitten.
Ah, he hears himself say, that makes much more sense. Four, maybe five, seconds pass, consisting only of you staring up at him cluelessly and the soft purring of the kitten that he assumes is in protest of the affection that he is yet to give it. Rindou makes no move to pet the cat because one, you don't own a cat, at least, not since he last saw you this morning when you kissed him good luck (and good bye) before he left for work. And two, he has already had a bad start with cats, he has never been very fond of them since that one time when he was merely eight and a stray cat ate his goldfish. Still, he extends his hand towards the white ball of fur because if it's for you, he'll do anything just once.
The laugh you let out when the cat (that you're yet to name because you honestly, weren't sure if Rin would let you keep it) bears it's teeth at your now seemingly coward husband, is ridiculously loud and filled with too much joy (or so Rindou thinks), causing him to quickly pull his hand away and shoot you a glare that is both stern but filled with love. Because this is you we're talking about, his very very pretty wife that he would flip the world over for. "It's ok Rin, you don't need to play with him," you say lightheartedly. He hasn't told you to get rid of it so no, there is no need for you to pick a fight with him, even though, deep down, you know that if he said he didn't want it you'd probably, most definitely, take it back to the pet shop.
You kiss his cheek before walking off into the kitchen where he can see you've already set the table and plated the food, which once he gets closer, he realizes is now cold. So perhaps, he's kept you waiting. It makes his heart sink. He doesn't realize you've dropped the cat until he sees it circling his leg, he suddenly becomes stiff and rigid, the fear that the small, little animal will somehow hurt him resurfaces in his mind. "Did you wait long?" he mumbles, a small frown playing onto his lips while you tug him towards the table. You shake your head and his frown deepens. You'd never say yes because you've just always been like that: too nice and too sweet to him, the type of wife to hold back your tears on nights when he comes home bruised and bloodied.
He remembers that night, not too long ago, when he came home soaked with bright red, painting your newly bought rug red with his own blood (not the blood of people he's killed, like usual). The image of you leaning over the tub to stitch the shallow gash in his chest while you struggled to not run to the toilet and vomit, as well as burst into tears, haunts him. Yet, he comes home every day to you running to kiss him at the door and he's surprised each time that the penthouse isn't empty-- that you haven't left.
"Rin? Are you listening?" you beckon, waving your had in front his face. He blinks, slowly, before nodding and picking up his knife and fork to eat. Now, he actually does listen to you as you tell him about the blue bird that flew into the house this morning, not too long after he left, and about the jellyfish you saw on tv that reminded you of his hair-- at this, he laughs because you, only you, are allowed to make fun of his hair. You wave your hand across his face again and he realizes he's been mindlessly staring at you but now, when he tries to refocus on what he was looking at, he can't remember.
Sorry, I'm sorry, he whispers against your skin before kissing the diamond on your wedding ring. You remember scolding him for how much it cost when he proposed to you, he only laughed and slid it onto your finger, mumbling something about but it's what you deserve. You have no idea what he's apologizing for (you think, he doesn't know either) but you smile at him like a silly little girl because your big bad, gangster of a husband is kissing your knuckles, one by one.