Lately, I Have Been In Love With Inasa Yaorashi. That Windy Boi Is So Adorable. With This Love Came Headcannons

Would Inasa be oblivious of his romantic feeling for someone?

for a short while, he would be! he’d think it’s just a deep admiration for you, until he realizes you’re the only person that makes his cheeks turn bright red when you smile at him. he’s constantly pinching/punching himself whenever he’s within ten feet of you, because he likes you so much and he’s just so excited!

it wouldn’t take long for him to realize it though, especially with camie’s help. (‘you’re like...totally in love dude.’) and soon, he’s at your doorstep with a bouquet of roses and he’s? bleeding? as soon as you open the door he slams his head to the ground in a bow and asks you to go on a date. of course, you say yes, but there’s just one thing.

“inasa...you’re bleeding...”

Not sure how many people know this but the creator of YYH is the creator of HxH. In order to create the anime for HxH he had to end the YYH series. So he wrapped it up quickly, that way he could do HxH.

Only Good Girls Get to Come

Night had already set in by the time you glided your car into your driveway. As you shifted into park and watched your garage door close in your rearview mirror, you sighed heavily. The day had been long. Full of meetings that could have been emails and spreadsheets that should have been meetings. Typical.

You grabbed your bag, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut with a bit too much force. It felt good. You threw your heels off. Letting them land wherever they felt like. You were too tired to care. 

Opening the door to your home, you groaned when you saw the stairs. Somehow, on the days you were the most annoyed, you always seemed to forget there were stairs. It was only one flight though. Then, you could fall onto the couch.

As you slowly ascended the stairs, each step heavier than the last, you heard something. It sounded like a bag rustling. Then, glass clinking. 

You froze.  

Then, you slowly removed the pepper spray from your bag. Adjusting it just right in your hand as you continued to move up the steps. There was a light coming from your kitchen. Was a burglar eating your food?

Your shoulders relaxed when you heard a familiar, British accented voice say your name, followed by, “You got any dijon?”

Dropping the pepper spray back into your bag, you groaned as you cleared the last few steps and into the living room of your home. You could see Captain John Price rummaging through your fridge, squatted down low, looking through condiments. 

“Yeah, at the bottom. To the left.” You said as you tossed your bag on the floor next to the couch.

He hummed in acknowledgement when he found the mustard, and stood up. He gently closed the fridge and made his way to the counter while you walked over to the bar that separated the living room from the kitchen, taking a seat. Watching him with an unamused look. 

“What the hell are you doing here, John?” You asked as you slumped down on the cool granite.

He scoffed as he took a piece of bread off the top of an already made sandwich, “I told you, I’m crashin’ here this weekend. I sent you a text.”

You thought back to your day as he grabbed a knife and spread out the condiment on the soft bread. You remembered now. He had messaged you that morning saying he would be in town. This wasn’t an unusual event. You two had known each other for several years. He had a key. Something you gave him when he complained about the cost of hotels. Your guest room was hardly ever used, so why not lend it out to him a few times a year when he needed it.

You sighed and rubbed your hand down face, “Oh sorry, I forgot. Long day.”

He finished assembling his sandwich, put the mustard back, and was rinsing off the knife when he asked, “Ain’t that merger still, is it?”

You nodded as you placed your chin in your hand, “Yep. Should be finalized by next week.”

He grabbed the sandwich, now cut in half, and around a mouth full asked, “Want some?”

You stared at the food and nodded silently. He handed one half over to you and you both ate in a comfortable silence. He finished his in a few large bites while you were still half way through yours. Too tired to devour it.

“You look like you need a coma.” John said with a low chuckle.

Between bites, and without much thought, you said, “I need to get laid.”

John laughed, “Yeah? Is that so?”

You groaned, “Sorry, it’s been a long week. Fuck, it’s been a long month. A long year.” You finished the last bite of your sandwich and added, “It’s not your problem. Forget I said anything.”

“I can make it my problem.” he said in a low voice, with something more dancing underneath it.  

You gazed over at him, raising your brow as you took in his mischievous smile. For the first time all day, a smile broke out on your lips. Growing bigger by the second.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, your tone playful. Your eyes finally roamed his body. He had showered already, his hair still damp and combed out of his face. His beard wasn't trimmed, but it was clean. He wore a plain white shirt that hugged his shoulders in the most tantalizing way. The counter blocked most of the view, but a pair of grey sweatpants clung to his hips. 

Your eyes met his again and his smile turned devious, “Like what ya see?”

An even larger smile spread across your lips as a laugh came out, loud and full. You tried to gain your composure as John added, his tone playful, “Oh, is my offer of fuckin’ you senseless, funny to you?”

You leaned back on the stool and crossed your arms, “Maybe. I don’t really see you as the ‘fucking women senseless type’, old man.” 

He didn’t move right away. Only watched you, arms crossed, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was deciding how much trouble you deserved. Then, he stepped around the counter, slow and deliberate. His bare feet were quiet against the tile, but somehow he made the whole room feel smaller.

“That so?” he asked, voice low and gravelly. “You think I’m all talk?”

You opened your mouth, to keep teasing and to challenge him again. Except then, he was in front of you, close enough to steal the breath from your lungs. One hand found the back of your stool, the other tilted your chin up until you had no choice but to meet that dark, glinting gaze.

“S’funny,” he murmured, mouth brushing yours, “because you’re about to be beggin’ that same old man not to stop.”

You didn’t get the chance to answer. His lips found yours in a kiss that started slow, and deepened fast. His hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you in tighter, controlling the angle like he needed you to feel how serious he was.

By the time he pulled back, you were breathless. He looked entirely unbothered, smirking, relaxed, cocky in a way that had your thighs clenching.

“Let’s see if you’re still laughin’,” he said, voice like a promise, “when I’ve got you cryin’ on my cock.”

Your grin widened, but your breath hitched just a little. He saw it, and that smug, knowing look spread across his face like fire catching dry brush. He leaned in and said, low and rough, “You gonna sit there all night actin’ brave, or are you gonna stand up and let me ruin that attitude?”

You cocked your head, lips twitching. “Might need some convincing.”

That was the last straw.

Without a word, he gripped your thighs and pulled fast enough to catch you off guard. His grip was firm enough to draw a sharp yelp from your lips. You barely had time to blink before he had you off the stool and up and over his shoulder. One arm over your hips and holding you like it was nothing.

“Fuck’s sake,” he muttered, starting down the hallway as you pressed your hands into his back and laughed, “I offered to be nice about this.”

“Mmmm, you sound a little desperate, old man.”

He gave your ass a solid smack in response, hard enough to sting and soft enough to be playful.

“Keep runnin’ that mouth, sweetheart. You’re only makin’ it worse for yourself.”

You could feel the heat building in him with every step, the way his grip on you tightened slightly as he carried you toward your bedroom. The air shifted from playful tension to something hotter, heavier.

When he kicked the door shut behind him, it was like a switch flipped. He dropped you onto the bed. Not rough, but with enough force to bounce, enough to show he wasn’t playing anymore.

“Strip,” he said, pulling his shirt off over his head. “And lose the attitude while you’re at it.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, still lying back on the bed. “You always give orders like that, Captain, or am I just special?”

Price dropped the shirt to the floor and stepped closer, towering over the edge of the bed with a look that landed somewhere between amused and done with your shit.

“You’re bloody special, alright,” he said dryly. “Special kind of difficult.”

Your grin widened.

He leaned in, one knee hitting the mattress as his hand firmly closed around your ankle. He dragged you toward the edge of the bed inch by inch, slow enough to make your heart pound. You bit your bottom lip trying to hold back the devious grin on your face, but it was a useless endeavor. 

“I like a challenge,” he murmured, voice lower now, intimate. “Especially when they moan real sweet once I’ve shut ’em up.”

You started to open your mouth, some smart remark half-formed on your tongue, but he was already moving. He hooked his fingers into your waistband, yanking your bottoms down and off with practiced ease.

“Still got that attitude?” he asked, his voice soft now, too soft.

You nodded slowly, defiantly.

He just smiled.

“Good,” he said, spreading your legs and settling between them like he had all the time in the world. “Makes it more fun when I fuck it out of you.”

You went to snap something back, but the words fizzled the second his calloused hands slid up your thighs. One palm anchored your hip while the other pushed your shirt up inch by inch, baring your stomach to the cool air.

“Arms up,” he said simply.

His tone was calm, commanding, and it sent a surge of electricity straight through you. You hesitated just long enough for him to raise an eyebrow.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

You obeyed, slowly, lifting your arms as he peeled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside. The bra remained, a delicate, thin veil of black lace. The look in his eyes darkened when it was all that remained.

“Mm,” he hummed, fingers sliding under the straps, dragging them down your arms one at a time. “Almost a shame to take this off.”

He leaned forward, lips brushing the swell of your breast through the lace. Then, he reached behind you with one practiced flick of the wrist.

Click.

The clasp gave instantly, no fumbling, just ease. Control.

“There we go,” he muttered, dragging the straps the rest of the way down. He tossed it aside without looking, too focused on the way your nipples hardened under his gaze, the way you shifted under the weight of it.

“Don’t even think about runnin’ that mouth,” he muttered, hooking his fingers into your underwear.

You opened your mouth, another bratty quip forming, but then the fabric was gone. Dragged down your legs and tossed behind him. And then his hands were on your thighs again, firmer this time, pushing your knees apart like it was routine.

His voice was low and thick with something darker now. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

He dragged two fingers through your folds, slowly, deliberately, and barely dipping in. He didn’t look down or let his gaze leave yours. Didn’t need to.

“Wet already?” he murmured, thumb brushing against your clit just enough to tease. Now, he took a moment to look upon your dripping cunt and added, “And you’re still pretending you don’t need me.”

You squirmed, biting your lip. “You’re the one taking your sweet time, old man.”

His gaze snapped up. Steady. Lethal. Like a wolf who’d just decided how he was going to play with his food. His hand stilled, fingers just barely inside you.

“Right,” he said, as if making a decision.

Then, he pushed in. Two thick fingers, quick and deep, curling just enough to make your back arch. He set a pace immediately: firm, unrelenting, no mercy.

“You’ve got a smart mouth,” he grunted, watching your face, “but look at you now. Drippin’ all over my fuckin’ hand.”

Your breath hitched, a choked moan slipping past your lips. You reached for his wrist without thinking, fingers digging into his forearm like that might slow him down.

He didn’t slow. He leaned in, lips at your ear.

“Beg for it,” he whispered. “Beg me to make you come.”

You clenched around his fingers involuntarily, breath catching. He felt it. Of course he did. He bent down lower, his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“Go on, sweetheart. You were so loud a minute ago.”

You swallowed hard. Bit your lip and shook your head.

“No?” he asked, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Shame.”

And then his fingers slowed, still inside you, still curled just right, but his pace dropped to a lazy rhythm. His thumb circling your clit with barely enough pressure to keep you teetering. It was maddening. Close, but not enough. 

“You can wait, then,” he said coolly, like it was a casual choice. “I’ve got all night.”

You whimpered, hips twitching. He didn’t move faster. Didn’t budge. His free hand came up and gripped your chin, tilting your face toward him until your eyes met his.

“You wanna come?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

You nodded quickly.

“Then ask me.”

“Please,” you breathed. “Fuck, please, John…”

“Please what?”

“Please make me come. I need it. Fuck, I need you.”

That was the switch.

His smile returned with a dark satisfaction. The hand between your legs snapped back to work. Fast. Precise. His fingers plunged into you, curling up, while his other hand went to your throbbing clit. His thumb pressed firm, relentless circles against it. You cried out, the heat building in a dizzying rush, all control ripped away like paper in a storm.

“That’s it, good girl,” he growled. “Just like that. Let me hear you.”

You clutched at the sheets, back arching, the orgasm tearing through you so hard you saw stars. And he didn’t stop, not right away. He worked you through it, dragging every last tremble out of your body, until you were gasping and twitching, his name somewhere between a sob and a moan on your lips.

To be continued...

Words to describe facial expressions

Absent: preoccupied 

Agonized: as if in pain or tormented

Alluring: attractive, in the sense of arousing desire

Appealing: attractive, in the sense of encouraging goodwill and/or interest

Beatific: blissful

Black: angry or sad, or hostile

Bleak: hopeless

Blinking: surprise, or lack of concern

Blithe: carefree, lighthearted, or heedlessly indifferent

Brooding: anxious and gloomy

Bug eyed: frightened or surprised

Chagrined: humiliated or disappointed

Cheeky: cocky, insolent

Cheerless: sad

Choleric: hot-tempered, irate

Darkly: with depressed or malevolent feelings

Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humor

Despondent: depressed or discouraged

Doleful: sad or afflicted

Dour: stern or obstinate

Dreamy: distracted by daydreaming or fantasizing

Ecstatic: delighted or entranced

Faint: cowardly, weak, or barely perceptible

Fixed: concentrated or immobile

Gazing: staring intently

Glancing: staring briefly as if curious but evasive

Glazed: expressionless due to fatigue or confusion

Grim: fatalistic or pessimistic

Grave: serious, expressing emotion due to loss or sadness

Haunted: frightened, worried, or guilty

Hopeless: depressed by a lack of encouragement or optimism

Hostile: aggressively angry, intimidating, or resistant

Hunted: tense as if worried about pursuit

Jeering: insulting or mocking

Languid: lazy or weak

Leering: sexually suggestive

Mild: easygoing

Mischievous: annoyingly or maliciously playful

Pained: affected with discomfort or pain

Peering: with curiosity or suspicion

Peeved: annoyed

Pleading: seeking apology or assistance

Quizzical: questioning or confused

Radiant: bright, happy

Sanguine: bloodthirsty, confident

Sardonic: mocking

Sour: unpleasant

Sullen: resentful

Vacant: blank or stupid looking

Wan: pale, sickly

Wary: cautious or cunning

Wide eyed: frightened or surprised

Withering: devastating

Wrathful: indignant or vengeful

Wry: twisted or crooked to express cleverness or a dark or ironic feeling

Recently I have gotten back into drawing...my favorite things so far to doodle are expressions, mostly from Haikyuu faces. Not the beautiful and pretty versions...no no no...

I’m really no artist, I just like to doodle...here are some more.

These were so easy and fun to draw...I’m gonna go make some more.

Wow, that sounds like such good fun. I wish I could do stuff like that where I live around spring! It’s usually walks in the park for me! I love tea as well! If I was going to write you the perfect spring time fic what would it have to include! Don’t be shy to tell me 👀 - 💐anon

I’m a sucker for romance. All romance. I like soft fluff, dirty deeds, and everything in between. I just love romance! Kissing and nibbles! Cuddles and piggy back ride! Flowers and gifts! I would love to see something with Inasa. That windy boy currently has my heart.

Aged up though. I’m older than the bnha class. Reading about any characters when they are their current age, which is 15/16, makes me feel gross. And creepy. So please age up any characters. Thank you!

It’s been so long since I last wrote for Inasa it’ll be exciting to try him again. I think he’d be the perfect romantic boyfriend, and he’d definitely shower you with gifts. I age up all my characters so you don’t have to worry about that! Another question... What’s your favorite food? - 💐

I saw your comment about your message getting deleted. That happened to me the other day! Sorry to hear that.

My favorite food varies depending on my mood and atmosphere. Currently, I have been enjoying bagels. Everything bagels are my absolute favorite. With cream cheese and honey.

ೃ༄ zombie apocalypse prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗

— “are you bit?!”

— “i’m not going anywhere with you until i know you’re not infected.”

— “i haven’t felt this safe in a long time.”

— “what did you used to do? y’know, before all this.”

— “not that i’m complaining, but where’d you learn to handle a gun like that?”

— “i never thought i’d be so glad for my dad’s camping advice.”

— “how do you still not know how to read maps?!”

— “c’mon, just take it. i’ve got food to spare and you look like you haven’t eaten in weeks.”

— “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

— “how did you survive this long on your own?”

— “tinned peaches and chocolate pudding. breakfast of champions right here.”

— “what were things like before? do you remember it? i don’t know if i’d want to.”

— “how many rounds do you have left?”₁ “not nearly enough to take them all out.”₂

— “it’s nice to sleep under a proper roof for once.”

— “go on, get some rest. nothing will happen to you while i’m here, i promise.”

✧･ﾟ:a simple guide to bnha spring time:･ﾟ✧

i have finally finished messaging everyone and assigned everyone who they have to message. the event officially begins on 14th april. please do not worry about timezones and begin at your own accord.

if you want to begin anonymously messaging people, please feel free to do so

here are a couple of pointers i wanna give:

-make sure that you’ve checked the “ask anonymously” box before sending a message in

-first message can be something along the lines of “hi i’m your bnha spring time anon and i look forward to talking to you”

-the following messages can be you extracting information for writing a fic for them: favorite character, ideal spring date, food they like, things they like to do

-all messages sent need not be related to the fic, you can also use this time to befriend the person you’re anonymously sending messages to by sending ice breakers and just getting to know them personally

-message the person at least twice in a day, however if the person you’re messaging is happy with receiving a 100 message, please feel free to do so. every pairs dynamic is different and i can’t speak for an individual, so do ask them if you’re unsure

-make sure that you add a “-your bnha spring time anon” after typing out every message so that the person you’re sending messages can recognize you

-continue sending messages back and forth from now till 28th April

-on April 28th 11 pm EST, you will reveal yourself by posting your fics for the person you’ve been anonymously sending messages, by tagging them in it. make sure it’s a reader insert

i hope y’all have a great time and please contact me at @bnhaclaimedmysoul​ or at @evnscntspul​ if you’re facing any problems at all

✧･ﾟ:bnha spring time:･ﾟ✧

hello! this is admin z from bnhaclaimedmysoul

the conditions around us aren’t really the best, and a lot of you might be feeling lonely and under the weather due to being quarantined. but being isolated doesn’t always have to be that way, so we want to make time fun for you!

we want to use your passion for writing, and possibly help you find 2 new friends online. it doesn’t matter if your blog is bnha related or if you own a writing blog. as long as you like writing and bnha, you are more than welcome to sign up for the event.

all you need to do is fill out this form and we’ll match you with a blog that you’ll send anons to, while you simultaneously receive anons from another blog. and by the end of this event, you’ll post a spring themed fic dedicated to the anon you’ve been conversing with and in turn, you shall receive one !

rules: -the theme is spring -the conversations can be about anything and topics aren’t only restricted to bnha or spring -but the fic (must be a reader insert)  posted for the anon in the end but be related to spring and bnha -make sure you can receive anonymous messages, or else you will be unable to participate (we will check) -track the event updates with the tag #bnha spring time -reblog the post to spread the word - be respectful to the person you’re sending messages to or replying -message the person you’ve been assigned to at least twice a day -make sure to click on the ‘send anonymously’ option -feel free to contact us with any concerns

how to participate: -take this form -reblog this post to spread the word

schedule: -you have until April 12th, 9:00 am EST to fill out the form -you will receive your assigned blog by April 13th 3:00 pm EST -the event will go on from April 14th to April 28th, where you will reveal yourself by tagging the anon you’ve been messaging in a fic for them!

once again, feel free to reach out with any concerns or suggestions, and have fun! we’re looking forward to meeting you all!

please read the rules, schedule and make sure you can accommodate time for this in your schedule before signing-up. if you have any questions, please drop an a message in our inbox @bnhaclaimedmysoul​

here’s the form: https://forms.gle/uZsmvQ2BsaDLZZsa6