Don't (Uta x Male!Reader) by haruka-senpaii, literature
Literature
Don't (Uta x Male!Reader)
"Don't," (M/N) murmurs.
A blanket is draped around his body, shielding him from the atmosphere. His nose is a faint red, along with his cheeks and his forehead, although he insists that he's okay. Uta gives him a glance, ignoring the cheap show on TV, and when he's sure that (M/N)'s not paying attention, he moves closer.
(M/N) reaches up, brushing a stray strand of (h/c) hair away from his eyes. He looks over then, noticing the lack of distance between himself and the other male, and frowns.
"I said don't," he repeats.
A few days ago, (M/N) had gotted sick. A terrible cold had found its way into his lungs, resulting in watery eyes, an ach
Sasaki x Reader | a father's love by SabakuNoEyebrows, literature
Literature
Sasaki x Reader | a father's love
"Master?"
His red and black eyes looked up suddenly, locking with your frightened form in the doorway. You clutched at the rags around your small body, tugging nervously as you knew you'd witnessed something wrong. You weren't sure exactly what was happening but the look of shock on your Master's face when he noticed you, his dark eyes and the red dripping down his face; you knew it was bad. Very bad. Guilt settled in the pit of your stomach, making you feel like seeing this was something terrible you'd done - that a child should never see something like this ever and it was your fault for witnessing it.
"Your name is (Y/N), correct?" he as
Daddy!Uta x Child!Reader | little ghoul by SabakuNoEyebrows, literature
Literature
Daddy!Uta x Child!Reader | little ghoul
"Daddy?"
"Hm?"
You watched him working, curiousity shining in your eyes.
There was something so fascinating about the way your father worked. He would hunch over in his stool, stooping over his desk that was littered with carving tools and squares of leather and sketch sheets. There was a cup on the table, painted with "#1 Dad" and decorated with (f/c) (favourite animals). It was last years Father's Day gift, which you'd given him so he could hold his pencils in. But he had so many that they spilled out of their holder and across the table top.
"Why are you so pretty?"
Uta blinked owlishly at you, face impassive.
But his black sclera an