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── .✦ Happiness

Smiling genuinely, with crinkles around the eyes.

Open body posture, with relaxed arms and shoulders.

Leaning forward slightly towards the person of interest.

Making eye contact with a warm and engaged expression.

── .✦ Anger

Tightened jaw and clenched fists.

Furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

Standing or sitting with a rigid and tense posture.

Pointing fingers or aggressive gestures.

Raised voice or speaking through gritted teeth.

── .✦ Sadness

Downcast eyes and a drooping posture.

Slumped shoulders and shallow breathing.

Avoiding eye contact and withdrawing from social interaction.

Sighing or a subdued tone of voice.

Tearfulness, with watery or red eyes.

── .✦ Fear

Widened eyes with dilated pupils.

Raised eyebrows and a tense facial expression.

Frozen or rigid body posture.

Backing away or seeking physical distance from the perceived threat.

Trembling or shaking, especially in the hands or legs.

── .✦ Surprise

Raised eyebrows and widened eyes.

Mouth slightly agape or forming an "O" shape.

Leaning forward or recoiling backward in response to the surprise.

Quick inhalation or gasp of breath.

Rapid blinking or blinking more than usual.

── .✦ Disgust

Curling the upper lip or wrinkling the nose.

Narrowing the eyes and raising the upper eyelids.

Turning the head away or physically distancing oneself from the source of disgust.

Covering the mouth or nose with the hand or a tissue.

“. . . you two make such cute babies.”

those are the words that have been driving satoru crazy. ever since this morning, after a little walk with your two children, he’s been waiting to get you alone. now that he finally does, he’s not letting go.

“been thinkin’ about this since the park,” your husband murmurs against your throat, his voice low and silky. “fuck—that old lady wasn’t wrong,” his hips roll once, deep, making your breath hitch, “we make the cutest fuckin’ babies, don’t we, sweetheart?”

you arch beneath him. your fingers dig into the flexing muscles of his bare shoulders, “y-yes—toru, nghh—“

satoru cuts you off with a slow and filthy grind, his fat cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you until your thighs tremble. “my mind’s been full with thoughts of it,” he confesses, glossy lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“carrying our little girl on my shoulders, her tiny hands in my hair… and then i look at you—” he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. his blue eyes glint even in the dark, pupils blown wide with want, “—and all i can think about is puttin’ another one in you.”

the words hit like a spark to dry grass. your sloppy pussy clenches around him instinctively. he groans and his forehead drops to yours in response.

“fuckk, you like that,” satoru shifts and hooks your legs higher over his hips so he can sink even deeper. “you want it again, don’t ya? want me to fill you up until it takes?”

“yes,” you gasp as your nails rake down his smooth back, “please!”

that’s all it takes.

satoru fucks you harder then—with long and punishing strokes that make the headboard tap the wall in quiet rhythm. one big hand slides between your bodies. slender fingers find your clit and circle with devastating precision. the other cradles the back of your head, keeping you locked against his gaze.

“look at me,” he demands softly with that charming grin of his, “watch me while i breed ya, baby.”

your orgasm builds fast. embarrassingly fast. your thighs shake as he keeps that same relentless pace. he’s everywhere—inside you, around you, whispering filthy promises against your lips.

“gonna give you a boy this time,” satoru pants with a muffled almost-whimepr, “or ‘nother girl. doesn’t matter. just—fuck—gonna keep ya pregnant.“

you shatter with a broken cry. your cunt flutters, milking him. satoru follows seconds later. his hips stutter as he buries himself to the hilt and comes with a shuddering groan. you feel him spilling in deep. so much it leaks out around his cock even as he stays pressed inside, grinding lazily to push every drop where it belongs.

satoru doesn’t pull out right away. instead he rolls you both so you’re draped across his chest, still connected, his arms caging you close. when you try to shift, he playfully nibbles on your ear and tightens his hold;

“aht, aht, i’m not done yet. gonna keep on tryin’ till i’m sure it’ll take.”

When character is angry:

Snapped

Spat

Snarled

Hissed

Barked

...or sad:

Choked

Mumbled

Managed

Croaked

Murmured

...or if they're feeling nervous:

Stammered

Babbled

Rambled

Muttered

Squeaked

...and even when flirting:

Coaxed

Purred

Teased

Hummed

I know this is advice you've probably heard a thousand times, but take whatever you think that means and do it even worse. The entire point of the rough draft is to get your ideas out of your head, not to make it sound good or coherent.

Use the editing process which takes different cognitive abilities to figure out the parts you don't know. Typically in the process of trying to make things flow and sound good you will figure out what those rough parts should look like, or sometimes you will realize they aren't needed at all, or could be boiled down to something really simple (I'm a big fan of using a dash or x and just moving on to the next scene).

Trying to do any this while you are doing your rough draft will just make you stall out, get frustrated and never look at the work again.

Some of the rough drafts to my favorite fics look something like this.

Not epic or climactic. Just... alive.

• A character almost admits they were wrong and then pivots • Two people sitting in a car after an argument, engine off, neither leaving • Someone practicing a speech in the mirror and hating how it sounds • A character lying for someone they resent • An inside joke that no longer feels funny • A public setting where private tension is simmering • Someone seeing their ex unexpectedly and performing indifference • A character giving advice they absolutely do not follow • A confession interrupted by something mundane • A person rereading old messages they shouldn’t • A gift that misses the mark completely • A character realizing they’ve outgrown someone mid-conversation • Someone saying “It’s fine” and meaning “I will remember this forever” • A moment where a character notices they are no longer the favorite • Two people who used to be close struggling to find a topic

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for someone who claimed to not like clingy people, enjin sure was persistent about sleeping in your room every night.

“it’s cause you help me sleep better” he shrugged everytime you asked him.

maybe you would sleep better too if he didn’t take up half your bed. obviously, standing at 6’3, enjin was pretty big. you didn’t mind it at all, at least not until he was elbowing your rib cage as you were trying to get comfortable.

“enjin, scoot over” you huffed at him, just to get zero response.

“en—“

you were interrupted by him snoring right in your ear. it was like that every night, but you didn’t  think you could ever get used to it. 

especially when you woke up the next morning, and found him somehow rolled over onto you, practically crushing you to death! you tried pushing him off, but he was dead weight in this state. thank goodness he woke up just as you were about to start screaming for help.

he didn’t process the situation, not until he looked down and saw your exasperated expression.

“enjin! get off!” 

“aw, shit—sorry!”

he rolled back off you trying his best not to laugh. 

“seriously, i’m sorry” he smoothed down the patch of hair he roughed up when he was smothering you. “don’t know how that happened.”

he was much calmer the next night, and you actually found yourself drifting to sleep faster than usual—until one of his hands came down right in the middle of your face.

by instinct you yelped, causing him to jolt awake.

“what happened?!” he turned to you immediately.

“you smacked me in the face!” 

“for real?”

“yes, for real!”

he let out an awkward chuckle, before bringing you into his arms and lying back down. you were centered right at his chest, feeling it rise and fall at a steady pace.

“maybe this will be better? takes up less space” he offered.

“yeah, much better”

Omfg, yes ⚘️

The room is spinning even though you're flat on your back.

You've lost count how many times you came—five? Six? Seven?—somewhere after the third time he flipped you onto your stomach and fucked you through another shattering orgasm, the edges of your vision started going fuzzy. Now everything feels liquid and way too hot. Your limbs are heavy lead, chest heaving like you've run a marathon, and the pleasure that was electric is starting to tip into something overwhelming.

Your eyes flutter, rolling back involuntarily as another weak spasm ripples through you. The world narrows to black spots dancing at the corners.

Enjin notices your body melting and going limp. He’s still buried deep inside of you, hips slowed but not stopped, still grinding in lazy, shallow circles like he can’t help himself. But the second your head lolls to the side and your breathing turns ragged—too fast and too shallow, he freezes for a second.

He knows these sighs. It has happened before.

“Hey—hey, babe.” His voice drops from that rough, fucked-out growl to something low, urgent, gentle in a way that cuts straight through the haze. One big hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking under your eye. “Look at me. Yeah? Right here.”

You try. Your lids are so heavy. Everything blurs.

He pulls out slowly—careful, so careful—and the sudden emptiness makes you whimper pathetically. He shifts his weight, bracketing you with his arms, caging you in without crushing you. His forehead presses to yours as your sweat-slick skin sticks together.

“Eyes on me, princess. C’mon.” He kisses you—soft at first, just lips brushing lips, coaxing. When you don’t respond fast enough he deepens it, slow and deliberate, tongue sliding against yours like he’s trying to pull your consciousness back through the kiss alone. One hand slides to the back of your neck, cradling, grounding. The other finds your wrist, thumb pressing over your racing pulse.

“Breathe with me, yeah?” he murmurs against your mouth. “In… out. That’s it. Good girl.”

You manage a shaky inhale. The black spots recede a little.

“There you are.” Relief floods his voice, raw and real. He kisses your temple, your cheekbone, the corner of your eye where a tear slipped out without you noticing. “Scared the shit outta me for a second.”

You try to speak—something like “sorry”—but it comes out as a broken little sound.

“Nah. Don’t.” He shakes his head, yellow eyes searching yours, softer than you’ve ever seen them. “You don’t apologize for coming so hard you almost black out on my cock. That’s a fuckin’ compliment.”

A weak laugh bubbles out of you despite everything. He grins—small, crooked, still worried but trying to play it off.

“But we’re tapping out,” he says firmly. No room for argument. He rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you’re tucked against his chest, legs tangled, his heartbeat thumping steady under your ear. One arm bands around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll float away if he lets go. The other hand strokes down your spine—long, soothing passes.

“Stay with me, yeah?” he whispers into your hair. “No passing out. I need those pretty eyes open so I can see when you’re ready to yell at me for being too greedy.”

You manage a tiny nod, fingers curling weakly into his chest.

He exhales—long, shaky—like he’s been holding his breath the whole time. Then he presses another kiss to your forehead, lingering.

You mumble something incoherent into his skin, something about him being mean to you, and he chuckles, the sound vibrating through you.

Tall and gentle x Tiny and vicious

Overly ambitious x Not ambitious at all

Competitive x Competitive

Grumpy x Sunshine

Very affectionate x Doesn't like showing their affection

Touchy-feely x Not the most comfortable with touching

Book smart × Street smart

Cat person x Dog person

Extrovert x Introvert

Silly x Always serious

Troublemaker x Goody two-shoes

Super flirty x Very stoic in their affections

Naiv x Always suspicious of people

Dumbass × Dumbass

Life of the party x Wants to stay home

Very flirty x Gets so flustered

Protective x Completely reckless

Super optimistic x Pessimistic

Very competitive x Just happy to be here

More: Ship Dynamics Part II

Play it Here

He's a 10, but is still grieving his dead wife, and hates his brother-in-law, so you come in as the new Nanny, and... just try not to sleep with anyone. (Mission impossible!)

your silly bf accidentally sending his nudes !!

ft | katsuki , kirishima , kaminari & izuku

warnings ; profanity , suggestive content

a/n ; posting again cus im going on vacation for a week , likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated!!