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“ Look at you. Who knew a sweet person like you, loves to be fucked so miserably?” his voice is full of amusement as he cups your cheeks with his left hand, forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror in front of you.

His right hand resting at your hip, guiding you in the ride. His cock showing a few centimetres with each thrust. Your breasts don't stop jumping up and down, their nipples previously abused by the man's fingers, who's enjoying humiliating you.

Your face red from embarrassment but more from the excitement 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 makes you feel. Nothing but laboured breaths and broken moans come out of your mouth, unable from pleasure to even call out to him. There is the echo of merciless skin slapping in the room, and he leans against the back of the couch, placing both hands now on your hips, quickening the pace.

When his glans press against your cervix, he empties his entire load inside you, not caring about the consequences. His white, sticky semen leaves a warm sensation and is enough to slightly bloat your belly.

“ Your promotion is assured, bunny” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 says, placing a light kiss on your exposed shoulder.

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“ Hey we'll have to use the same speed, can't you see you're faster?” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 retorts against 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂, who tilts his torso forward and leaves sloopy kisses on your neck.

Your head rests against 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's shoulder, kneeling behind you as he pushes his cock inside your anus, and his friend 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 fills your wet cunt.

You kneel between the two of them, your breathing erratic, and you're not even realising what's going on around you: only the pleasure the two of them are giving you manages to keep your consciousness even if only slightly still awake.

“ 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 shut up.” 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 tells him as he pays attention to your breasts. He nibbles your skin as he stimulates your nipples with his fingers, letting out another moan from your lips.

“ Fuck, that's so good.” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 has his hands firmly on your hips as he continues to thrust, trying to keep up with the raven.

Your cheeks are streaked with tears of immense pleasure, not even your erotic dreams can match what you are experiencing. Their cocks are filling you so well.

The futon beneath your knees is soiled by the continuous orgasms of both you and them.

And for the umpteenth time they release their seed inside you. 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 comes out and grins in satisfaction at the sight of his sperm leaking out as 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 wraps his muscular arms around you, still with his cock inside you, to ensure none of his sperm go to waste.

“ Shouldn't we switch positions?” asks 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 already ready for another round.

“ And allow you to get my girlfriend pregnant? No way.”

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𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 puts his large hands under the toddler's armpits and helps her to stand in a standing position, resting her small feet on his thighs.

Immediately the little girl starts pushing her legs up and down energetically, as if she had been waiting for that moment for a long time.

“ Mummy is away on business, and you will stay with me for a few days, is that alright?” he asks her in a softer tone than he usually uses.

Indeed, father and daughter are alone in the house. You, a second-rank sorcerer, are away on a mission for a few days.

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 has no problem looking after the little 5-month-old girl. He is made to be a father.

He has informed himself beforehand on how to behave in certain situations while raising your daughter, and not to comment on his caring and loving attitude towards the little being he's holding in his hands.

The little girl continues to smile and brings her little hands closer to the older one's face in search of further attention.

She's just the female version of her father: blonde hair and brown eyes. But her curious and energetic personality? Oh lord, she took that from her mother.

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 gets up, holding his daughter on one arm and resting his other hand on the child's back.

He heads for the bedroom and rummages through the little girl's toy box. Or rather the big toy box as Satoru has no limits to spoil his niece (even though 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 is against it).

It is teething period and it often happens that she takes something in her mouth, then bites down and relieves the pressure from under her gums.

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 picks up the pacifier and some toys made especially for biting, and returns to the kitchen.

He opens the tap and douses the objects he is holding with cold water. Meanwhile, the child watches her father's every movement with curiosity as she bites her fingers.

The man puts down some of the objects, now wet, and takes only the pacifier.

“ Take this.” he tells her, holding the object between his thumb and forefinger while using his other fingers to move the little girl's hand from in front of her mouth.

He puts the pacifier in her mouth and waits for her reaction.

As he had anticipated, the little girl looks at him for a few seconds and then immediately rests her cheek on his broad shoulder while continuing to suck on the pacifier.

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 lets out a sigh of relief. He rests his free hand on his daughter's small back and returns to the living room.

“ Are you sleepy, princess?” he asks her softly with a small smile on his thin lips.

In reply, the little one shifted her face and returned to look at her father. She smiles and rests again her small head on his shoulder as she rubs her eyes with her small, clenched hand.

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 kisses the crown of her head and starts to hum a lullaby, making easy for her to fell asleep.

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A grunt comes out of his mouth when you try to get out of bed and he rubs his face against your neck, his snow-white hair tickling your face.

“ Are you still mad, y/n?” he whispers, with his lips touching your neck.

You feel yourself flushed by his hot breath, but you decide to ignore his clingy behaviour. Two pair long, muscular arms wrap possessively around your waist, preventing you from escaping.

His chest rests on your back; you can feel his abs and abdomen underneath his shirt.

Hearing no reply from you, 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 dug his head up “ I'm sorry, y/n. Can you forgive me?” he pouts as his vibrant blue eyes meet yours.

Eyeing you with a pleading manner. You huff and turn your head with your arms folded. A sigh escapes his lips. He leans his face closer until his lips brush across your cheek.

"Better?" he asks after giving you a peck on the cheek.

You look at him and although you resist showing him affection, you end up cupping his face in your hands and filling it with sloopy kisses.

“ Yes.”

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✩ 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜

“ Welcome back.” you greet him with a smile and take the work bag from his hands.

“ I told you not to wait for me.” he tells you in a tired tone as he takes off his shoes.

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 goes to sit on the living room couch, leaning his head against the backrest and closes his eyes, as you join him soon after putting his bag away.

The work in the office only increases and his salary remains the same.

His thoughts occupy him so much that he doesn't hear you come and sit beside him. Only when you take his left hand in yours does 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 look at you with his eyes full of affection and love.

Your thumb presses lightly on his thin, long fingers, and you calmly begin to massage his visibly swollen hands.

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 first wraps his fingers around your thumb and then your hand, bringing it close to his thin lips, leaving a kiss on the back of your hand.

“ You are very kind. Thank you.” he tells you, showing a smile of gratitude.

★ 𝗠𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢

“ Don't move!” you tell him, pulling his injured hand, which he has previously tried to remove from your grasp, towards you.

“ It's nothing. They are insignificant cuts.” he retorts in an annoyed tone. He doesn't understand why you are so obstinate in caring for something he doesn't even care about, as if those wounds of his could put his life at risk.

“ If you leave them like that, these wounds can give you infections. If you have infections, you will have diseases. If you get diseases, maybe you'll even have to amputate your hand.” you tell him dramatically the scenario as your own, now experienced, fingers put band-aids on his injured knuckles.

𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 looks at you resignedly, it is now a ritual for him to be medicated by you after he beats up some school bully.

“ Thank you.” when he says it, it's inaudible, but the smile that forms on your face is enough to let him know you heard him.

✩ 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢

If there is something that 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂, the great and strong prodigy of the 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 clan, is not gifted at, it is cooking.

No matter how many times he tries he always ends up endangering the kitchen and raising demonstrations for the rights of kitchens and against the misuse of them by inexperienced and untalented individuals like Mr. 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼.

This time he has decided well to make you participate and not try to do it all by himself. He stands behind you, his tall, muscular figure contradicting your petite one; his chin rests on your head as you tell him the latest gossip in your workplace.

Your fingers hovering over his, guiding his every movement as you slice up some vegetables. Your right hand wrapping around his hand that is currently holding the knife.

“ If you put your other hand like this, you won't cut your fingers off.” you add, showing him how to hold his left hand so that he doesn't hurt himself like the previous times.

★ 𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗢

It is about midnight when you wake up to a cold chill. The window is open and the usual breeze after the rain blows from it, causing you to pull your not-so-heavy blanket tighter.

You turn your head towards your boyfriend, who continues to sleep undisturbed, and move closer to his body: your back against his torso and your legs searching for a space between his.

One of his arms is under your head while the other is placed lightly on your side. You take his large hand and bring it close to your face, trying to cover your upper body with his body heat.

“ Are you cold?” the still sleepy voice of 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 makes you wince a little, but you close your eyes again.

“ Yes, but it's better now.” you reply and he pulls you towards him, as if your contact wasn't enough.

✩ 𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡

You are sitting on the lap of the great king of curses who looks at you while you keep busy with his hand.

“ Oi, what do you find so interesting? Are you trying to read my hand?” he asks you mockingly, seeing your concentrated expression. You look at him for a moment and again at his hand. Your fingers gently caress his thicker, longer ones.

“ I envy your nails. You don't even have to go to the beautician to get them so well done.” you declare, comparing his long black nails with yours, for which you had to shell out money.

Your confession leaves 𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 speechless as he looks at you in surprise but at the same time in disbelief. He has never paid attention to this detail, or rather, it is not something he would waste time on.

A laugh comes out of his mouth, almost as if he is teasing you.

“ You leave me speechless.” he tells you and you look at him with a smile, proud of your work.

★ 𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢

𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 sits manspread on the couch with you beside him, his hand resting on your thigh, his fingers occasionally caressing your skin.

You turn your gaze to him, him absorbed in the television programme with his head resting on the palm of his other hand, his elbow on the armrest of the couch.

You take his hand in yours, decidedly smaller, and touch first your palms and then your fingers. The tips of yours don't even reach halfway to his.

“ What long fingers.” you say almost as if you're talking to yourself.

𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 turns his head and the right side of his lips turn up, also highlighting the small scar, showing you a smirk.

He opens his hand wider and intertwines his fingers with yours. You look at him not understanding and he kisses the back of your hand without taking his green eyes off you.

“ You really like my long fingers, don't ya?”

✩ 𝗬𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜

“ Don't let go, please.” you tell him a little afraid to fall face-first onto the ice slope.

𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 chuckles and you tighten your grip on both of his hands covered by your winter gloves. You still don't understand why you accepted his idea of skating when you've obviously never done it before.

“ You're getting better! Keep it up, good girl.” he says in an encouraging tone and moves toward the center of the rink as you follow him unsure of your movements.

“ Yuʼ, don't be fast.” you complain and are on the verge of tears as you feel yourself losing your balance, even though you have your boyfriend in front of you whose hands you keep welded tightly.

𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 is good at any sport and decides to speed up just a little. He pulls you toward him a little while still maintaining some distance, and shows you his toothy smile.

“ You don't have to be afraid when I'm here.” holy words spoken before he falls down with you.

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𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 is the type of boyfriend who is not good at expressing his emotions in words but shows them with simple acts like remembering what you like, your interests, whether you like salty or sweet, the kind of music you listen to, etc.

Do you like a band? It may be that your next gift is one of their albums or something related to them.
He is also shy about touching you (it took him a while before he was able to take your hand) and I personally believe that once he gets used to touching you, he has no problem wrapping his arms around your body.

𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 is the type of boyfriend who would read a book or watch a series (even if they're not about his favourite genre) just to have something to talk about with you.

𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 is the type of boyfriend who takes photos whenever you smile or do something that comes across as genuine; have you seen a cat on the street and are petting it? Photo. Are you eating one of your favourite snacks? Photo. Did you fall asleep with your head resting on his shoulder? Photo (he puts it as wallpaper on his phone afterwards).

𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 is the type of boyfriend who helps you with your homework and tries to explain it as simply as possible. He is very patient so he doesn't mind repeating the same things until they get into your head.

𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 would listens to you without interrupting and then gives you advice or words of encouragement; he is one who waits for you to share your worries but if he notices that you feel insecure in confronting him, he is the one who takes the reins and asks you if everything is OK.

𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 who gives you lip peeks or kisses on the temples before going out.

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The 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 clan is one of the best known and most important in Japan thanks to its prodigy born with skills never seen in the last 400 years.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼, a man in his late twenties, nonchalant about the rules and etiquettes of head clan life, full of ego and hardly ever heeds the words of his clan elders.

The first and last exception was when they started insisting on an heir. Why shouldn't the lineage continue? Who said there was no chance that the unborn child would bring more surprises than its father?

And here you are: lying on the futon, naked with the tall, muscular body of your husband by name and law above you, him busy watching the difference between your small pussy hole wet from your own hormones and his fat cock head.

Apparently even after he has put his fingers inside it to stretch out your cunt, he is unable to make penetration less painful.

His blue eyes pass over you who, embarrassed, turn your head to the side preventing eye contact.

“ I'm sure you'll get it all in.” even though you can't see it, you can tell from his voice that he has a smirk plastered on his face full of pride.

His long, slender fingers caress the skin on the inside of your thighs until they reach the back of your knees and lift your legs to your upper body.

When your knees come into contact with your breasts, a small gasp leaves your lips. 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 has put little effort into making your breasts swell from too much stimulation; the same for your nipples: if one is sucked into his mouth, the other is held by his expert fingers.

A frown makes its way onto 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's face and he tilts his head.

“ If it hurts stop me.” you nod and he lightly presses the tip of his cock against your opening.

He moves his pelvis against yours and slowly his length begins to enter you.

You hold your breath for fear of feeling more pain and 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 noticing your expression, he leans his torso forward and leaves sloopy kisses on your face, your neck and your bare shoulders as he repeats how good you are at taking it all in.

His snowy white hair involuntarily tickles your sensitive spots as he gives you attention you never thought you would receive.

Your cunt tightens around him as he begins to thrust at a slow pace until you reach your first orgasm, allowing 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 to speed up thanks to the excessive wetness.

The room echoes with your moans and he spreads your legs wider, continuing to pound into your now swollen cunt.

His thick and heavy cum comes out filling you to the brim but the head clan doesn't stop and continues as he doesn't even seem to be struggling.

What 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 wants is to return home and find the vision of two children playing around you, one in your arms and another growing inside your belly.

There is no better way to show his worth as a man and, above all, as the head clan of the 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 family.

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𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 is a father who is present, affectionate but above all careful in the education of his daughter's manners. The last thing he wants is for her to become like 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's children, spoiled and without demeanour.

“ Seijun what did I tell you about your toys?” he asks her in a serious but still and all calm and sweet tone.

The almost three-year-old looks around: her messy play area and scribbled sheets of coloured crayons scattered on the small pastel-coloured table and the floor.

She brings her big brown eyes back to her father and flashes him a toothy smile.

“ Sowy papa.” she says putting her little hands on her earlobes and tilts her head giggling, moving her little pigtails as well.

She knows perfectly well how to win her dear father's heart, preventing him from being serious for too long.

She hurries running to her toys and starts putting them in their respective places. 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 smiles and follows her, giving her a hand with the larger and possibly heavy toys.

“ I'm very proud of you.” he tells her as he gives her a kiss on the top of her blonde head.

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The sound of small footsteps running across the wooden floor stop you from your speech and you turn your head towards where your daughter's snow-white head would be pierced.

Blue eyes meet yours and a smile forms on the child's chubby face as she joins you on the sofa where you are sitting.

You take her in your arms and smile, giving her a kiss on her red cheeks and move a few unruly locks from in front of her eyes.

“ Did she wake up?” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's voice can be heard from your phone and your daughter's attention switches to the screen. Seeing her father's face the two-year-old brings her small hands towards the phone and you let her take it as you sit her on your lap.

“ Papa?” her still sleepy little voice makes both of you giggle and 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 answers her in his corny tone, calling her by the thousand nicknames he gave her.

“ Did you take a nap, my sweetpie?” he asks her and she leans her head against your chest, rubbing her eye with her little hand clasped in a fist and then looks back at you, smiling even more.

“ Don't you want to give daddy a kiss?” you ask her in a sweet tone and she snaps kissing the screen and then smiling proudly at her own gesture.

“ When I get home you'll give me all the kisses you want, alright my angel?” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 says and she shows him her little thumb, something 𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 taught her those times he babysits her.

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𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 is the sweetest guy you've ever met.

He is not only respectful in general to everyone, but he knows how to make you feel like no one else ever has, as if you were some angel fallen from heaven to bless this curses-ridden earth.

𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 is the type of boyfriend who, in crowded places, takes your hand with a firm but gentle grip; your hand is smaller in comparison to his and he manages very well to wrap his fingers around it.

He is the type to get flustered when you give him pet names or simply call him by “Yu”.

𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 is the type of boyfriend who makes sure you are comfortable when he touches you; are you shy and don't feel like being touched yet? No problem, he accepts your answer and waits for you to make the first move (it doesn't matter if this takes months, he is a patient guy). Are you in a bad mood and want to be alone? Who is he to force you to be by his side 24/7?

If your relationship is in a stage where you are no longer shy and all, this guy can't keep his hands off you. He has ready excuses to hold your hand, play with your hair or simply have his fingers intertwined with yours.

𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 is the type of boyfriend who hugs your waist with his head on your shoulder, while you have your hand in his hair and as you stroke it you end up putting him involuntarily to sleep.

𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 is the type of boyfriend who pouts and looks at you with his puppy-dog eyes when he has to go away for a while because of some mission.

“ I'll make sure to come back as soon as possible, alright?”

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You are sitting on the sofa with your two-year-old daughter on your lap intent on clutching the arm of the soft toy depicting the character her father plays in one of his most famous series.

Her head rises from your chest as soon as the screen shows 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's face sitting next to 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼, another actor who plays an important role in the series, and her blue eyes widen as her little index finger points at her father.

“ Mama papa! Papa!” her squeaky voice makes you giggle and she turns her head towards you, her chubby cheeks red and she visibly sleepy as her bedtime has already passed.

“ Photo mama. Photo!” she continues in her limited language, and turning her attention back to the television a pout forms as she no longer sees her father but only two gentlemen smiling looking at each other.

You cannot resist seeing those teary blue eyes of hers and immediately reassure her with kisses on her cheeks.

“ Don't worry, daddy will come again. And then we'll take all the pictures you want, 'kai? ” you reassure her with your hands cupping her cute chubby face.

You receive a faint “okay” and her lips are pouty anyway, not very satisfied with what you said.

Soon applause and whistles of cheers erupt in the room, bringing 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 back to the television screen, getting up and walking towards the two gentlemen.

Your baby gets up and stands in front of you, continuing to repeat “Papa! Papa!” in her excited little voice, moving her two pigtails because of the little hops she makes. Accidentally the 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 peluche falls and she immediately picks it up, stroking it as if to remove the dirt and giving a kiss on the cloth; she places it next to you and claps her small hands as the crowd is doing.

She really is her daddy's number one fan.

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The two-year-old girl sits curled up on one side of the sofa, sobs escaping her trembling lips and runs the long sleeve of her t-shirt under her nose as she waits for her father to accept the call.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 doesn't take long and, as is his wont, answers with a cheerful tone and a smile that vanishes almost immediately upon seeing his princess crying.

“ Whats wrong angel? Why are you crying? Where's mama?” he asks worriedly; and the little girl hearing the word mama bursts into tears again and looks towards you standing a few steps away from her, with a tired expression.

“ Mama” the little one tries to explain something but her crying doesn't allow her to continue and she moves from her position when she sees you approaching her.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 on the other hand is worried and calls your name hoping you will answer.

“ Bad mama.” the child says and slaps your hand as you try to take the phone back.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 understanding the situation, continues talking to the child until she calms down and you leave them alone going to another room to clear your head. It is not easy to raise a child who is literally the mini version of your husband; if he can sometimes give himself a break, she cannot: not until she has achieved what she wants.

About twenty minutes pass and the bedroom door opens slowly and your daughter's snow-white head emerges, looking at you with her blue eyes swollen with tears.

In her little hands she has the phone and immediately reaches for you, placing the electronic device on your lap.

“ Sowy mama.” she tells you in her little voice and brings her tiny fingers to her earlobes, tilting her head to the side moving her two pigtails.

You take her in your arms and reassure her that everything is fine, looking towards the doorway where 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 watches you with a smile.

“ Can I join in with my two princesses?” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 asks with outstretched arms before running towards the two of you.

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“ And we put this one here” says the man in a softer and smoother tone, with a unique timbre that contradicts his image.

His tall, muscular figure stands next to the petite one of his son, intent on watching in amazement as the eldest man platters some fruit.

“ Mom eats a lot” Megumi comments and looks up at Toji, giggling at his own words.

The right side of Toji's lips turn up, also highlighting the small scar while holding back a smile. “ Don't tell her or she'll be offended. Come.” Toji takes the little one from under his armpits and helps him wash his sticky hands.

“ What are you doing?” they both turn to you, freshly awoken from your afternoon nap. Megumi gets out of your husband's arms and runs towards you, hugging your legs.

Ever since being told he's going to have a baby sister, he's more clingy than before. Carefully, you get down on your knees and hug him, returning the same affection.

“ Aren't you so cute” you tell him as you run a hand through his dark locks, then place a kiss on his chubby cheeks.

Toji moves closer to the two of you, an almost imperceptible smile on his thin lips. “Did you sleep well?” he asks as he helps you up.

You nod and sigh wearily. “ She is much more energetic these days. She won't stop moving, let alone kicking.” you complain, running a hand over your swollen stomach, and it's not long before your husband's hand does the same.

“ It must be the sugar.” he chuckles but an expression of astonishment appears on his face as he looks towards you.

“ Did you feel that?” you ask excitedly and he nods as little Megumi watches you both curiously.

Another kick is felt soon after a little harder than the first one.

“ Me too!” exclaims Megumi raising his arms to be caught. Toji takes him and places his small hand on your stomach, making him participate in that small moment.

He gasped softly when the unborn baby sister interacted with him. “ Wow, that's really cool!” he exclaims with sparks in his eyes.

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𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 holds his large hand on the small back of his barely six-month-old daughter. The little one is lying on his chest, her cheek resting on his broad shoulder, her open blue eyes looking curiously ahead.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 tilts his head slightly to the side and sighs seeing her still awake.

“ Aren't you sleepy angel?” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 asks in a soft tone but with a timbre of tiredness and his smile grows bigger as the little one lifts her face and places her chin on his chest.

She flashes a smile with her first little teeth that have sprouted and receives a kiss on the forehead. She pushes her small hands against his chest and sits on the mattress, 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's arm around her small form.

She looks around under the eyes of her father, who is alert to her every move.

“ Are you hungry?” asks 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂, tickling her tummy causing her to giggle and drop her head onto his stomach.

“ Papa” she says wrapping her small fingers around two of his, trying to stop him. From her little voice 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 can tell she won't sleep soon.

The little one keeps her chubby cheek resting on her father's stomach but soon after she gets up and leans against his bicep, her small back facing 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂.

“ Are you sleepy sweetheart?” he asks her and she turns to look at him with her big blue eyes, smiling before saying “ No.”

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“ Boo-boo.” her little hand clutched at the fabric of 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's trousers, brings him to give his full attention to his two-year-old daughter.

He kneels in front of her, and looks at her blue eyes one step away from letting out crocodile tears.

“ Did you get a boo-boo?” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 asks in his corny tone and checks the area the little one is pointing at, and she nods placing her little hand on his broad shoulder.

He doesn't see any wound or any cut except for the marks of the coloured marker.

“ Does it hurt?” he asks pressing lightly on the coloured marks receiving a nod from her.

“ Boo-boo.” she repeats with a pout and takes her father's index finger, inciting him to follow her.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 stands up, though he remains lowered to allow his daughter to hold his finger and follows her into the living room where she points her little finger at one of the cabinets.

“ Sticky.” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 looks towards that direction and an expression of realisation appears on his face.

“ Oh you want the patch?” he asks her in confirmation and she nods, smiling at being understood.

He opens the cabinet and picks up the small box of patches with little drawings of animated characters.

“ Sticky!” the little one's excited voice makes him smile and he pulls one out and places it on one of the scribbles made by the marker.

“ What does it say?” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 asks taking her arm stopping her.

The little girl turns around and puts her little hand in front of her mouth, then takes it away and lets out a mwah sound.

“ Thank you papa.”

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𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 is sitting on the floor within arm's reach next to his nine-month-old daughter, who is sitting on a mattress surrounded by toys.

When he no longer hears her little voice blurt out incomprehensible things, he turns around and makes sure she has not put her hands on something dangerous to her health.

The little girl looks like her father with her black hair, straight and smooth on top and with curls at the end, reaching a little above her shoulders; her green eyes identical to those of the two males in the family.

𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 passes his attention towards the front door, opened by you and little 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 who has just returned from school.

The child hurriedly takes off his shoes and the sound of his little feet attracts his little sister who crawls to meet him.

Her hands flapping hastily on the floor and the way she pushes her little body forward to reach her brother makes 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 smile unconsciously as he watches her while still seated.

𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 reaches her and stands in front of her, and she lifts her head, stopping and flashing a smile with her two little teeth that have come out.

“ Mimi!” her little voice makes 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 giggle and picks her up from under her armpits as he is wont to do as soon as he sees her.

“ Did you miss me?” he asks her visibly affianced because of the weight he took in his arms, and lays her down on the mat, sitting down afterwards next to her ready to play together.

“ Aren't you hungry?” asks 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 to him ruffling his hair.

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“ And cut!” the scene is successfully shot and it doesn't take long before the adults compliment the white-haired, blue-eyed child.

“ He's a blunt copy of Satoru.” comments Toji with an unusual smile for the character he plays as he ruffles the child's hair.

The latter smiles shyly and looks for his father, who is intent on looking at him with a proud smile.

Some of the staff pass heavy coats to the actors to shelter them from the cold weather, and mini Satoru goes to his father's side, who welcomes him into a hug.

The six-year-old wraps his arms around his dad's waist and his chubby cheek rest against the older man's abdomen.

“ You did very well.” Satoru tells him stroking his hair receiving a shy and faint thank you in response.

Indeed the little boy finished his job, at least for this season, and has played the role he has been given well, promising him even a future film career like his father's.

“ Do you like working with your papa?” asks Shoko leaning down at the same level as the younger one and he nods smiling and looks up at his father, not used to all this attention.

Satoru takes him in his arms and tickles the hollow of his neck with his nose; his action makes the child giggle and the elder asks him playfully when he became so shy.

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“ Show mummy what I taught you!” the sappy voice of 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 catches your attention and you look curiously towards him and your two-year-old daughter.

The latter is in her father's arms and wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the bath she took, looking at you with her toothy smile.

She squints and frantically moves her head from left to right and back again. Her wet snow-white hair throws drops of water towards 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 and you put your hand in front of your face to protect yourself from that unexpected attack.

The child's giggle makes you smile and you see her looking at her father for compliments on the joke well played.

“ Did you see that? Isn't that the sweetest thing? Did you notice how she closes her little hands into two little fists? Look!” your husband's squeaky voice does not stop commenting on your daughter's sweet attitude.

The child noticing 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's expression and cheerful tone does the recently learned gesture again, wetting again a part of his face with droplets.

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First of all, thank you so much for all the support and comments!

I realise I haven't posted much anymore and most (if not almost all) of it is just fluff content, so it contradicts the tags.

Please bear with me and I will soon (or at least try to be quick) bring content consistent with the tags (because I am of the opinion that if there are so many reads it is because of the non-con/mature tags).

The purpose of this post was to ask if you would be interested in another series dedicated to Haikyuu characters.

Please tell me in the comments if you are interested or not!

Thank you very much!

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Satoru approaches you with a smirk that does not bode well.

He puts an arm around your shoulders and removes whatever personal space you had, continuing to grin like a fool.

“ Do you need anything?” you ask him as you pull your face away from his.

“ No...” he replies letting out a giggle.

“ You know I've been wanting to ask you something for a long time.” he starts and looks at you trying to keep a straight face. You nod at him, quoting to continue.

“ Are you by any chance a domain expansion?” he asks you pressing his thin lips between them, choking back yet another giggle.

“ What?” you ask him confused, wrinkling your eyebrows and not understanding what he's getting at.

“ Well you know... I just need two fingers to open you up.” he shows you his index and middle fingers and then crosses them as is his usual way.

You need a moment before you can understand and register it, enough time for him to run laughing at his own joke.

If it was a joke.

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“ Mummy!” the little girl runs to her mother and hugs your legs as soon as her little body collides with yours.

You grin from ear to ear and call her in a happy tone as you move some of her black locks from her face.

“ Honey,” you call her by the nickname and lower yourself to the level of her eyes; those green eyes the same as her father's and older brother's.

“ Kissie.” she tells you, pointing her little index finger at your cheek, and you without objection indulge her.

When she feels satisfied, she runs towards her father who welcomes her with open arms and 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶, without a second thought, presses his thin lips on the same area where you left the kiss, all with his eyes fixed on your face and your reaction.

Like every couple, you too have your little quarrels and this time you are stubbornly not speaking to him while he, well, tries to get that dossa rage out of you.

Your daughter is unaware of the ploy her father used to get an indirect kiss from you, and you can't help but look at him with mixed emotions.

You avert your gaze from him when you notice the right side of his mouth turn up as if mocking you for your naivety.

The rest of the day is difficult for you as with every interaction with your children, 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 does the same.

Did you run a hand through 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶's hair? Well, his father does too but he does not receive a smile rather a strange look from his son.

Did you rub the tip of your nose with your daughter's? 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 does it too and that makes the little girl giggle more, pleased with the attention she receives.

But just when you think you've figured out your husband's next move, he leaves you surprised by planting a kiss on your temple or cheek while you're not paying too much attention.

Never underestimate this man.

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The little girl's chubby cheek rests on the arm of her father, Toji, who is concentrating with her on the televised cartoon.

Toji looks at his daughter and his green eyes pass over her small hand clenched into a fist. His large fingers try to open her hand, but the little one moves it after a moment, keeping it away from her father.

The side of the man's lips lifts a little and he continues to try to take her hand, again having rejection as a response.

“ What's the matter? Don't you want to play with daddy today?” he asks her in a tone of sarcasm and receives a small no for an answer.

He continues to tease her until she lets out a cry of discomfort, sticking out her lower lip ready to let out a cry.

Toji chuckles and apologises to her, showing that he would keep his hand away from hers.

“ What's the problem princess? Are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep?” he asks her as he runs his hand through her black hair.

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Toji remains seated on the carpet with his children's small toy table in front of him, too small to allow him to even place both of his hands on it.

“What would you like to order sir?” asks Megumi holding a crayon and notepad full of drawings, and looks at his father with a serious expression, or at least tries to.

Toji parts his thin lips for a brief moment and looks at the paper with coloured lines that should, in theory, represent the menu of the well-known restaurant “Fushigurosʼ Restaurant”.

“Is it possible to have the special of the day?” he asks as he carefully searches for the right words and smiles, highlighting the scar on his right side.

With a quick nod of his head, Megumi walks over to his three-year-old sister and informs her of their customer's request. In response, the little girl turns to him, looks at him from head to toe with her big green eyes and shakes her head slightly, causing her black hair to move as well.

After this dramatic reaction, her brother goes to the table and reports the cook's reply. “Well, the dish of the day is made of,” he pauses briefly and pretends to read the note scribbled a moment before, “biscuits and water.” he finishes by flashing a smile.

“Biscuits and water?” repeats Toji and nods slowly. “Alright thank you.” he finally says and, again, Megumi walks over to his little sister.

The latter starts mumbling and with every word spoken her brother nods and agrees. Toji does not know exactly what the two are saying to each other but he can't help but smile.

“Oh, there's a tea party?” your voice catches the attention of the three raven-haired who turn towards you; your two children happily run over and hug you as if they haven't seen you in years while your husband remains seated next to the toy table.

“Mummy, Daddy has so many demands!” the little one complains and her lips form a pout as she looks towards her confused father.

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Being Satoru Gojo's first daughter makes even the richest and happiest man envious. It is an understatement to say that the little girl wants for nothing. From her first cry to her first step, Satoru has never let his little girl go without.

No matter what she wants, a glance is more than enough to get it. Whether it is something material or not, Satoru will do everything he can to give it to her.

“I think I'll have to fire my barber,” he says as he looks at himself in the pink mirror his daughter gave him. “I don't think I've ever been so handsome.” he adds, chuckling and moving his head slightly to see a different angle.

“Daddy. Stop!” the two-year-old's shrill voice forces him to return to his previous position, and a faint “sorry” escapes his lips.

Her little hands continue to manoeuvre the white strands of his hair, a pink bow holding the right side of his hair in place, just above his ear. Two brightly coloured hair clips placed close together keep the long strands away from his eyes.

She is busy tying the left side, standing next to her father who, despite being seated, is still too tall for her. His head tilts downwards, making her movements easier. Once she finishes, she takes a few steps back and admires her work proudly. “Do you like it?” she asks curiously, looking at him with her head tilted.

“Do I like it? I love it!” he replies enthusiastically, as if it were the first time his daughter had ever given him a look like that.

“Souvenir photo?” he asks her as he picks up his phone, ready to take at least a dozen photos: both of the artwork and the little artist.

Gojo doesn't care if anyone dares to make fun of him for his appearance, because he knows that no one would dare to laugh in his face.

“Wow,” the two white heads turn towards the source of the voice and immediately two big smiles appear on their faces when they see you.

You put your hand over your mouth to stifle the laugh that was about to escape you when you saw his face. In addition to his unique and unusual hairstyle, your husband's face is, shall we say, colourful. Red marks around his lips that are supposed to imitate lipstick; pastel pink swirls on his cheeks, like overly bright blush; brown eyeshadow on his eyelids that accentuates his blue eyes even more.

“You haven't seen my nails yet!” he says as he stands up and holds out his hands, showing you the bright fuchsia nail polish on all 10 nails.

“They're...” you begin to say, but you stop, stifling a laugh when you meet Satoru's gaze. “I'm really jealous.” you manage to say, looking at your daughter, who giggles proudly at your words.

The little girl runs towards you and hugs your legs, receiving gentle caresses through her thick white hair. “Then she'll come too!” she says in her little voice, pressing her index finger against your six-month pregnant belly.

“And we'll have twice as much fun!” adds Satoru, approaching the two of you, picking up his little princess and giving you a kiss that smacks once he pulls his face away from your cheek, leaving it with a red lipstick mark.

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Toji hates coming home late. He can't stand seeing his two children already in bed, asleep. Not to mention those colleagues who brag about their children's small achievements.

Toji hates the thought of not being there for his son's first day of primary school or when his daughter decides to take her first steps.

He comes home and, no matter how tiring the day has been, he is never too exhausted to give his five-year-old son a piggyback ride or his eight-month-old daughter a tour of their little apartment in his arms while they are chased by Megumi.

He is never too tired to give you some affectionate attention, a quick kiss on the lips or on the temple.

Toji feels lucky and, above all, loved: every time he sees you or your children. Every time one of them calls him “Daddy!” enthusiastically or sulks because you scolded them.

The little girl crawls towards her father, who is sitting on the floor busy putting the pieces of a car together. Next to him, sitting intently, is Megumi, who lets out a whinge when he sees his little sister coming closer. “Dad, she'll break everything!” he complains to his father, who quickly puts his leg between his daughter and the toy parts.

Her little hands rest on his knee, covered by his trousers, and in a moment she clenches the fabric in her fists and stands up, or at least tries, as if she wants to remove that obstacle.

“me!” she manages to say with one hand open and extended towards the two males, but receives only a stern ‘no’ from her brother.

The little girl sits down and tries to crawl under her father's leg, seeing the space that has been created, but Toji is quick and lowers it, preventing her from reaching the almost finished toy.

Her big green eyes fill with tears, her lower lip pouts, and soon crying can be heard in the Fushiguro living room.

Toji sighs softly and finishes the toy car, giving it to Megumi, who thanks him and immediately runs away, afraid that his sister might take it.

“Come here.” Toji says softly as his large hands go under her arms and he picks her up; the little girl instinctively moves closer to him, her chubby cheek pressed against his chest, sobs continuing to escape and crocodile tears continuing to fall.

Toji runs his hand through her black hair, the braids made hours ago now almost undone and the hair clips barely holding her unruly fringe in place.

“Next time I'll be on your side, okay?” he whispers, smiling, aware that the little girl is not yet able to fully grasp his words.